Song Wenting was shocked by the scene in front of him, a group of young people lined up at the elevator door, Zhou Chen and several tall bodyguards in black clothes were handing out gift bags, and the wedding candy was packed in an exquisite hollow-out design box, following the sound of " "Happy Newlyweds" and champagne roses handed over by the girls.

This battle was unexpected by Song Wenting.

It's just to attend a wrap-up banquet, how could it be their home stadium.

Ji Yanzhou's big palm was still clasping hers, pulling her forward, the crowd automatically scattered to both sides, and she kept holding the roses with one hand.

The light-colored long skirt was paired with the well-pressed suit of the man, and the two figures leaned close together, resembling a wedding scene of newlyweds walking the carpet.

Unable to bear such booing and scrutiny, Song Wenting's face became hot.

"Mr. Song, the ninth rose, I wish you and Mr. Ji a long life."

The one who stepped forward was an actor named Huang Xin who played the role of the princess's personal maid. She has big round eyes and is very clever and cute. She was the girl who was said to be beautiful in the gossip. Later, the two also chatted with the crew for a few times. the next day.

Song Wenting slowed down his heartbeat, and replied: "Thank you."

After the crowd made a fuss, Director Chen and several assistant directors greeted him from the box. Director Chen was the first to say, "Mr. Ji, Mr. Song, please come in."

Song Wenting was holding the bouquet of flowers, and was directly pulled into the box by Ji Yanzhou.

The space inside is very large, and there are three tables full of banquets, and the frolicking crowd behind them also approached. The last one who came in was Lin Xingyao, who was talking to his assistant, and then looked straight at the person on the main table. Song Wenting.

Her delicate eyebrows and eyes are more gentle under the pouring warm light, and the light champagne in her hand reflects the whiteness of her skin. Not to mention the figure wrapped in a long skirt, the beauty is thrilling.

His eyes shifted away from her for half a minute, but directly met the pair of black eyes next to her. His eyes fell on him lightly, but there was a sense of weight in them.

"Brother Yao." Someone called him from the table on the right, Lin Xingyao immediately turned his gaze away, and the woman's gaze remained unchanged from the corner of his eye.

"Mr. Ji, if it weren't for Heming's investment, this show wouldn't be what it is today." Director Chen knew that Ji Yanzhou seldom drank, so he didn't use a wine glass this time. Instead, he picked up strong tea and raised his hand to Ji Yanzhou Then, he turned to Song Wenting, "And Mr. Song, thank you for your kindness and participation."

His tone and posture were very low, and Song Wenting also got up and respected each other with him.

Ji Yanzhou picked up the teacup, and responded lightly: "Director Chen is polite."

"Mr. Ji, the thanks are sincere."

After finishing speaking, he looked at everyone on the table who had wedding candy gifts, and his smile deepened, "This scene also led to a wonderful marriage, and we are worth it."

The nearly three-month filming was finally over, and everyone was very excited, and now they seemed to have found an opportunity to vent their anger. After hearing Director Chen's words, they all started booing again: "Yes, it's more exciting than chasing stars!"

"By the way, at that time, I thought that Mr. Ji and Mr. Song's looks really matched each other!"

Amidst the laughter, a female voice came out inappropriately: "Brother Yan Zhou, congratulations."

It was An Shuyu who had been silent all this time. She was sitting at the main table, just across from Song Wenting. The sarcasm he only had when facing her just now was restrained, and his face was natural and generous.

But because of the rumors about him and Ji Yanzhou, the room suddenly became quiet.

The atmosphere was subtle, Ji Yanzhou met An Shuyu's eyes, and said calmly: "No need to congratulate, even my relationship with your brother can't be called your 'brother', just call me Mr. Ji."

An Shuyu's eyes covered with light-colored eye shadow suddenly widened, and her fingertips directly pinched the palm of her hand, and looked at him from all over the room. She gave him a sad look, and then wanted to call: "Yan..."

The man glanced at the end of his eyes sharply, and before she could speak, He Daoist came forward to smooth things over: "Shu Yu, stop for a while and call out 'Mr. Ji'."

Song Wenting held the spoon with his fingertips, but did not meet An Shuyu's eyes.

I was just thinking in my heart, was it because of her that he didn't let An Shuyu call him "Brother Yan Zhou"?

She couldn't help but think of the sound of her calling in the elevator just now, and the embarrassing embarrassment came to her ears, she lowered her eyes, and just ate quietly.

An Shuyu's angrily voice came from next to her ear: "Mr. Ji."

The atmosphere warmed up, and during the high talk, Song Wenting didn't seem to hear the response from the man next to him. He didn't seem to care. While chatting with others, Chang Zhi took the opportunity to peel the shrimp and put it in her bowl.

A table of discerning people, after drinking for three rounds, began to praise Song Wenting non-stop.

"Teacher Song plays the piano, it's an audio-visual feast."

"Hey, I recently heard that Heming and Fengtai are going to create a famous music show. Presumably Mr. Song will participate."

The official news has been released, and Song Wenting did not hide it anymore.

Some leaders began to ask Lin Xingyao, An Shuyu and other leading actors to serve tea with them. Song Wenting did not join Ji Yanzhou, but seriously ate the drunken shrimp in the bowl, cooked after being drunk with wine.

The aroma of the wine is mixed with the fragrance of shrimp, and the dense taste in the mouth makes Song Wenting move his index finger, and he can't help but pick up a few more.

Chen Yan asked her why Shen Heqing didn't come, and Song Wenting took out his phone and saw the text message Shen Heqing sent more than ten minutes ago.

Song Wenting smiled apologetically at Chen Yan: "He has something to do, so let's go first."

It must be with Qiao Ling, Song Wenting only replied 【Okay. 】

After putting away the phone for a while, a familiar male voice came from above his head: "Teacher Song."

Song Wenting raised his eyes and met Lin Xingyao who was holding a teacup. He had to stand up and smiled politely, full of alienation for a while: "Hello."

No longer calling him "Xingyao" like before, the man's eyes were filled with disappointment.

"Ms. Lin, my wife doesn't like this tea, let me replace it."

Ji Yanzhou's cold voice sounded, but Lin Xingyao felt numb behind him. He would never call him "Mr. Lin".

Maybe it was obvious that he didn't deliberately hide his emotions.

Lin Xingyao suppressed his timidity, and said with a smile, "That's right, Teacher Song likes to drink the scented tea from Beiming's family." He turned his head to Song Wenting, "The teacher Song I gave you last time should drink it. It's over, then I'll bring you some next time."

The man's thoughts were straightforward, but Song Wenting looked away indifferently, before she had time to say anything, Ji Yanzhou directly put the teacup on the table, and he raised his eagle eyes to look at Lin Xingyao: "You are so brave. "

His tone was half a smile but not a smile, but the coldness in his eyes was piercing.

Lin Xingyao tightened his grip on the teacup, until director Chen and the assistant director next to him also lost their faces, sweating profusely from their temples, and none of them gave him any peace of mind.

"Xingyao, if you're drunk, go back."

Seeing the man's stern face, Lin Xingyao wanted to refute that he didn't drink at all, so he forced it back, and said, "Okay, then I'll take my leave first."

Then An Shuyu also left the box for an excuse, and the atmosphere became hot and noisy. In the last wave of tea offerings and blessings, Ji Yanzhou took Song Wenting out of the room.

Entering the car from the underground garage, Song Wenting followed the tall man dizzily. It was only when she got into the car that she realized that her heels had been scratched. In order to wear that long dress tonight, she flipped over The new shoes brought over from Yuejing Garden are out, the heels are very thin and a bit high. I bought it at a counter with Yue Yao before, but I didn't expect it to be blistered on the first day of wearing it.

Just now, Ji Yanzhou didn't realize that she was distracted by Ji Yanzhou, but when she got into the back seat, she quietly rubbed off the heels of her shoes.

But this was so light that it didn't escape Ji Yanzhou's eyes. He was answering a call from He Junlang, and tilted his head to follow Song Wenting's line of sight.

Seeing that the cover was tightly covered, he raised his thin lips and responded, "Well, book me a plane at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and you go with me."

The edge of her long finger touched her soft skirt, Song Wenting's brain became even more dizzy, and he didn't understand what he was going to do for a while, but when she realized it, her ankle felt cool.

The man picked up a little fabric with his fingertips, and then hung up the phone.

The car started following, and the front bezel was propped down, giving absolute privacy to the back.

Song Wenting kept the last bit of clarity and wanted to pull back the skirt: "It's okay, the shoes are uncomfortable, and the leather is a little torn."

"Don't move." The tall figure intruded towards her, and then the big palm went down, directly holding her thin white ankle, "I'll take a look."

With this action, Song Wenting blushed, and her earlobe hidden in her hair was full of color. She shrank her little feet and said softly, "Go back and apply some medicine."

The man's thin lips pursed a bit, and then the movement between his palms increased. He directly pulled her leg onto his thigh, and the end of his eyes dropped a bit of bewitching hook: "Be good, be obedient."

Song Wenting really didn't move.

The man's long fingers rested lightly on the tender white ankle, because the exposed skin was not obstructed by the skirt he was wearing. Afterwards, Song Wenting felt a warm breath blowing over him, causing ripples.

A ray of light from the window cut into the man's drooping brows, his sharp-lined profile was inexplicably gentle, and his long eyelashes cast a thick shadow under his eyes. He actually breathed softly at her wound like a child.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose, and Song Wenting felt his whole body start to heat up. Looking at it, the man in front of him seemed to be hallucinating.

So, are you dreaming now?

The dizzy head became more and more unclear with the breathing coming from behind the feet.

Ji Yanzhou raised his eyes and saw such a scene, the woman's cold face was flushed with blush, the end of her eyes was slightly red, dyed with an indescribable coquettish air, and the water glittered in her eyes, which was pure and lustful.

The black eyes darkened silently a few times, until the woman pulled her foot back while he was not paying attention.

Then he lowered his eyelashes and stopped looking at him.

Ji Yanzhou's lips curled into a smile.

After a few seconds, he asked, "Why didn't you speak?"

The woman remained silent.

Ji Yanzhou: "Where are the flowers I gave you today?"

Speaking of flowers, the memory of Song Wenting was suddenly brought back, she was still a little dizzy, she just turned her head to look at him: "Yeah, where are my flowers?"

She stared at him with an ignorant face, her eyes that were clean and free of impurities, and then her delicate eyebrows were slightly twisted, and she repeated: "Where are the flowers he gave me?"

Ji Yanzhou followed his eyebrows, he looked at the woman carefully, and then approached. When he smelled the faint aroma of wine in her breath, his eyebrows tightened a little.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "When did you steal wine? Huh?"

Song Wenting only heard the phrase "drinking secretly", and she retorted coquettishly: "I didn't drink secretly."

Then she smiled again: "I just ate a lot of shrimp." She stared at Ji Yanzhou with bright eyes, "It's delicious."

As he spoke, the woman's figure naturally drew closer, and her small face hung a few inches in front of Ji Yanzhou's eyes. The emotion in Taohua's eyes grew stronger, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Is it so delicious?"

Song Wenting nodded obediently, with a deep smile on his lips: "Well, it's really delicious."

She seemed to want him to believe it, staring at him stubbornly, her eyes fixed for a moment: "Don't you believe it?"

"Well, I believe." The man clasped her slender waist and laughed in a low voice, "Little greedy cat."

These three words seemed to open up the woman's memory, she struggled slightly to get away from his big palm, and said dissatisfiedly: "I'm not a cat."

The angry look is also extremely beautiful, and the beautiful eyebrows are full of seductive charm.

Ji Yanzhou's black eyes pressed against the pitch-black sky, bottomless, and he matched his voice as light as a gossamer: "It's not a cat, what is that?"

Song Wenting's brow creases deepened, as if he had encountered some problem and couldn't figure it out for a while.

"do not know."

"I don't know." The man's bad and frivolous tone hit his ear, "Then call me again, and I'll tell you, okay?"

"what is it call?"

Ji Yanzhou attached her small earlobes: "I called it in the elevator, forgot?"

Song Wenting looked back, looked at him with clean eyes, and called out uncertainly: "Brother Ayan?"

The Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, Ji Yanzhou's voice was soaked in the half-dark car, his voice was horribly hoarse, and he made a low "um".

He said, "Like a little demon."

In the confined space with high temperature, Song Wenting was aroused with a thin layer of sweat. Her face was flushed, her pink lips were half parted, and she was about to refute that she was not a demon.

The man's breath followed: "Little goblin, are you sucking my essence tonight?"

Song Wenting's heart skipped a beat.

She shook her head: "I don't want it, I just want my flowers."

Flocking her brows, she continued, "Brother Ayan, do you know where my flowers go?"

When the car stopped, Ji Yanzhou laughed inexplicably, and he pointed at the partition.

Zhou Chen in the front row quickly responded: "Mr. Ji?"

Ji Yanzhou picked up Song Wenting with a leaning motion and said, "Send tonight's flowers to the room."

"okay."

Song Wenting nestled in the man's broad arms, and then was carried directly into the room. From her flowers, she thought of Qiao Ling who came with Ji Yanzhou.

She's really pretty and sexy, not so bland as she is.

She looks good even when she smiles, so Shen Heqing likes her, right? Even if he had that girl named Mu Xingjia in his heart, he couldn't help but be tempted by such a woman.

Until he was put on the sofa in the bedroom by the man, Song Wenting raised his face and looked at him: "Brother Aqing, is he going after Sister Qiao Ling?"

Ji Yanzhou paused, not knowing that she was thinking about this in her head.

His face darkened, but he didn't respond.

But the woman said to herself: "You know, he still has someone in his heart that he has liked for a long time..."

The woman was barefoot and her long skirt was scattered between her legs. After a moment of silence, she continued: "He..."

Before he finished speaking, he was directly pressed back by the man's leaning over.

The delicate lips were rubbed badly by him.

But after a few seconds, he got up and stared at her with deep eyes. He repeated the question from the morning: "Little Bodhisattva, do you know what jealousy is?"

Song Wenting's eyes were somewhat accusatory, and he didn't know why the topic came to this point.

"I know."

Ji Yanzhou pursed his thin lips, then leaned over to cover the pink lips again, pecked them lightly a few times, and bit them again.

Song Wenting was in pain, she frowned: "What are you doing?"

The lacquer-like eyes reflected her delicate face, Ji Yanzhou chuckled lightly: "Didn't you just say you know?"

Song Wenting: "Huh?"

The man squatted down in front of her, with his head up, like a devout believer, waiting for her to cross.

The slender neck lengthened accordingly, and the sharp Adam's apple slid slightly, and he responded: "I'm jealous."

Song Wenting: "Huh?"

Under Song Wenting's nose, there was a man's handsome face, he slightly opened his thin lips: "So, think about how to coax me."

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