A meal with different minds.

"Mr. Ji, if you want to solve the problem with your fists, you can come to my shop. But if you dare to make scars on her." He meant something in the second half of his sentence.

In the end, it was a young man in his early twenties. Although he pretended to be mature and his words were naive, he inexplicably brought warmth.

Song Wenting's eyes trembled, remembering that when he was a teenager, the children would take her around unsafe alleys every time after school. They hadn't seen her for many years. Although it was getting colder and colder, he still regarded her as a relative.

"Okay." Ji Yanzhou got emotional, laughed lightly, then picked up the teapot and poured him tea himself, "I sent the love letter, and I said the words."

"But I never thought about it like that, and it's impossible to make her cry." The man's voice was calm and serious, "Don't worry, if one day, I'll personally deliver it to your door to beat you up."

Jiang Yi's slightly raised phoenix eyes seemed a little surprised, but quickly returned to indifference.

It was obvious to the naked eye that his expression was much better.

"A Yi, thank you." Song Wenting served him soup, and the fresh and thick seafood soup was placed in front of Jiang Yi, she said softly, "You are my younger brother, you can tell me anything in the future. "

"Yeah." Jiang Yi nodded slightly, holding the shrimp with his long chopsticks, remembering what the man said when he asked him to add WeChat, "So, when is the date you set?"

Song Wenting: "?"

Ji Yanzhou paused his hand to dry the soup for Song Wenting, his expression lost his composure for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal. He lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, your sister hasn't agreed yet."

Staring at Song Wenting with burning eyes, her small face was reflected in her pure black pupils, and when the light hit, Song Wenting suddenly thought of something, and her cheeks began to flush.

Biting a new piece of beef, Jiang Yi glanced at them. It seemed that Song Wenting didn't agree to the wedding at all, and he just said something about the wedding invitation in advance.

Anxious not knowing who.

He smiled quickly.

On the opposite side, Song Wenting covered his ears and didn't ask "what do you agree to" knowingly.

"Ayan, do you eat shrimp?"

She changed the subject and called him softly.

"You eat." Ji Yanzhou smiled and the smile in his eyes became stronger. He put his long fingers against the porcelain bowl and handed it to her, and whispered, "Be careful of being hot."

"Oh." Song Wenting's cheeks became hotter now.

So, is he planning to bring up the wedding again?

The little girl's thoughts popped up, and she fantasized about wearing a white wedding dress and hugging and kissing her beloved.

Before, she did not agree.

Now that think about it again, she is full of joy. So the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he fell into that expectation for the future.

After dinner, Jiang Yi bid them farewell.

On the way back, Ji Yanzhou drove the car. There was a little piano sound from the center console, mixed with the pattering rain outside the car, which made people feel sleepy even more.

Until the phone vibrated, Song Wenting pulled out the phone. It was from Shen Heqing, asking her how the selection was going today.

Song Wenting replied seriously with his mobile phone in his hand, saying that in the end, he said that he had gone down the mountain to his company.

There was no mention of his girlfriend, Qiao Ling, in the words.

Song Wenting wanted to ask, but gave up.

She couldn't get involved in the affairs of the two of them, not to mention that Qiao Ling still had a deep misunderstanding of her.

So she finally only answered his request for a meal.

Putting away the phone, the car stopped at a red light. Song Wenting turned his head to look at Ji Yanzhou in the driver's seat. He was still wearing a well-tailored dark suit. Hold on, especially when he tilted his head to meet Song Wenting's gaze.

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Have you been very happy today?"

"Yeah." Song Wenting laughed, "Because you fulfilled a little wish of mine."

The man's low-pitched chuckle sounded, the car started off, and Ji Yanzhou said in a wanton tone: "Just such a wish?"

Song Wenting: "Well, after that year, I never heard you play the piano again."

Speaking of Song Wenting, I thought of what my aunt said, and asked, "Apart from drawing and playing the violin, what else do you know?"

With her eyes bright, Ji Yanzhou smiled: "What kind of meeting are you talking about?"

"Just those skills or something."

Meifeng couldn't hold back the publicity, and Ji Yanzhou's thin lips followed, and the words jumped out: "Riding, fencing, swimming, photography, racing... I have all played before."

"Hey." Song Wenting stopped, she shrank back, a little bit of a smile, "Forget it, don't listen."

His Adam's apple rolled up and down in a circle, the smile in his chest slammed down, his long arms neatly turned the steering wheel, and the car drove into the private driveway.

"Why don't you listen?" He turned his head to look at her while he was in the middle of the nook and said, but he didn't want to say anything to her, "And..."

Deliberately paused for a second, the car opened to traffic and entered the underground parking lot.

His voice came faintly: "I'm the best at coaxing my wife."

Song Wenting: ? ? ?

She scolded shamelessly in her heart, but her porcelain-white face turned red, and she whispered, "What kind of skill is this."

"Why don't you forget it." The car stopped steadily, Song Wenting ignored his indecency, pulled up his skirt and got out of the car.

The two entered the elevator one after the other, and Song Wenting heard Ji Yanzhou calling Zhou Chen and ordering him to take Qin home tomorrow.

The expression is serious, and it is the coldness that only the superiors have.

There are completely two faces facing her.

Speaking of Qin, Song Wenting couldn't help but think of the scene where Ji Yanzhou performed on stage today: "Are you serious about participating in the selection today?"

He led her into the room with his big palms as before, and he replied, "Yes and no."

Song Wenting waited for his explanation with a small face.

"Put a name." The woman's soft earlobe was pinched by the man's hand, "in case someone kidnapped my Ting Ting."

A numb feeling came up, and Song Wenting brushed away the big palm that was doing evil on her ear.

Knowing that he was implying Mu Yunyan in the show's mentor team, Song Wenting retorted: "How can it be so easy?"

The man clasped the woman's waist and imprisoned her in his arms, "Then promise me one thing?"

Song Wenting hesitated and wanted to leave, fearing that Aunt Zhang would see that the influence would be bad, so he hurriedly nodded in response: "Okay, I promise you."

After finishing speaking, Ji Yanzhou laughed directly: "I agreed before I said anything?"

Song Wenting blushed, and there was a sudden sound behind her, her beautiful eyes froze slightly, and the man was finally willing to let her go.

"What's up?"

"You can't choose Mu Yunyan as your mentor."

His tone was a bit domineering.

Song Wenting didn't think too much about it, and the results haven't come out yet. Besides, she wouldn't choose the violin as her tutor, she could only choose among folk music students.

"Um."

As soon as Song Wenting answered, there was a noise from outside the nanny behind her. Aunt Zhang opened the door and faced them with a smile on her face: "Do you need some supper?"

Song Wenting responded politely: "It's too late to eat, thank you Aunt Zhang."

"Okay, then you are busy."

She said and closed the door with a "click".

Song Wenting was about to let out a breath.

A force attacked her upwards, and she was directly pressed against the warm-colored wall by the man.

Behind him is Aunt Zhang's room.

Song Wenting raised her heart, and she whispered: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Ji Yanzhou continued to close the hands around her slender waist until the other side was soft and tightly attached. He lightly covered his long eyelashes and said intentionally, "You are too timid, exercise."

Song Wenting's eyes widened.

Immediate aphasia.

In the next second, the man's strong kiss directly kissed the soft flesh under her ear.

Song Wenting groaned, then bit his lips tightly, not daring to make a sound.

However, the kiss continued to linger behind the ear, the fair neck stretched out a beautiful arc, Song Wenting struggled slightly, but in exchange for the man's nasty nibble.

Pain spreads all over the body.

"Ji Yanzhou."

She was finally annoyed, and the eyes soon flooded with water.

Maybe it was because her voice was trembling, Ji Yanzhou let go of her, followed her and looked over.

It was painful, and it was also annoyed by his bad taste.

Song Wenting stared at him with that gleam in his mouth.

Under the man's shady eyes, a tear fell like this.

Both of them were taken aback. Song Wenting didn't expect to cry from the pain, so she quickly wiped it off.

Ji Yanzhou quickly let her go, frowning, his long fingers were about to climb up the side of the woman's face, Song Wenting turned his head and went upstairs.

Only the clear figure was left standing there in a daze.

Did he work hard?

The wrinkles between the brows deepened, and a sense of dryness rushed to my heart.

He raised his foot and chased after him.

Finally, when the woman was pulling her clothes to go into the bathroom, he grabbed her.

"Wife." He called softly, and lightly clasped her wrist without daring to exert any more force.

Song Wenting hugged her pajamas, raised her small Yingyu face to look at him, and her body softened because of his soft call, leaving only a little bit of coquettish anger: "You are lying."

"Um?"

Song Wenting's eyes have returned to clarity, but the remaining watery light still makes Ji Yanzhou's heart soften. Before he can figure out why, the woman continues to complain: "You promised me not to let me cry."

Ji Yanzhou: "???"

Yes, he promised.

Judging from the current situation, he broke his promise.

"I'm sorry." He leaned closer, his handsome face was close at hand, and his warm breath followed, "Then my wife bullied me and cried, so it's even, okay?"

The clothes in his hand fell to the ground, Song Wenting never thought he was so brazen.

Amidst the suffocation, her cheeks blushed unconsciously again, and she glared: "Not good."

"Do you want to bully you? Huh?"

Song Wenting blushed: "Don't be so..."

She stopped talking.

Ji Yanzhou laughed dumbfounded: "What?"

Song Wenting didn't want to talk to him anymore, picked up his clothes and was about to go inside.

But the man took a step ahead of her, hooked the clothes with his long fingers, and threw them directly on the sink: "Dirty."

"Then I'll get it again."

When she came back, Ji Yanzhou was still leaning against the door, waiting patiently for her.

When her figure was staggered, he suddenly leaned over and said: "After washing, go to the bed and wait for me."

"..."

After taking a shower, Ji Yanzhou was no longer in the room.

The light was still on in the study, Song Wenting was a little embarrassed when he thought about it just now.

It's embarrassing for my little work.

She seems to be getting less and less restrained.

The self in front of him seems to be a little different from before. He will act like a spoiled child, get angry, and enjoy the kindness he treats to her more and more.

And he.

Just when she had a cold, she was thinking...

Looking forward to her beautiful eyes, Song Wenting gently walked to the door of the room and closed the door.

【Yao Yao, are you there?】

Pulling out the chat box with Yue Yao, Song Wenting leaned on the head of the bed, with an undissipated blush on her cheeks.

Until the response there: [Tingbao with nightlife, shouldn't be looking for me at this time. 】

Accustomed to her teasing, Song Wenting ignored her, tapped her pale fingers, and after a simple and innocent description, she asked: [Why do you think he always behaves like this? 】

Yue Yao: [What kind? 】

The tips of Song Wenting's ears started to feel hot, and after hesitating, Yue Yao sent out a sentence in a very understanding way: [Desire to be dissatisfied? 】

Song Wenting trembled: [I think, he seems to like it very much, this kind of thing? 】

It was as if he only cared about this thing as soon as he got home.

This month, Yue Yao made a direct voice: "If you're like this, it's no wonder he needs to be satisfied."

Her voice lingered in the air for a long time, Song Wenting subconsciously looked in the direction of the study, and then felt relieved.

Then Yue Yao sent the second sentence: "Besides, where did you guys go this time? I don't need you now, so it should be worth being depressed, okay?"

Song Wenting pinched his fingertips and didn't know how to reply.

In fact, she didn't know how to explain it, she just felt that men seemed to have no bottom line in front of her.

She hesitated: [Do you think he is really just greedy for me? 】

After a few seconds, Yue Yao came back.

Just as Song Wenting's trembling fingertips touched the voice bar, the sound of the doorknob turning brought the tall and straight figure of the man into view.

"You can't blame him for a body like this." She paused for a while, then continued, "Don't worry about it, Mr. Ji's figure is earned once you sleep. The two of you will be welded to death on the bed. ,I..."

Song Wenting hurriedly pressed the pause button.

The moment he raised his eyes, he fell into the man's interesting eyes.

He also took a shower next door. Under his slightly moist black hair, his stunning eyebrows and eyes were full of the familiar aggression of Song Wenting.

The secret of the boudoir was heard by him like this, and Song Wenting was in a bad mood.

He simply hid under the quilt and pretended to be asleep.

Soon, the big bed sank, and the man's body lay down on his side.

Then, Song Wenting heard a soft sneer from the man: "I didn't expect that."

He loosely picked up her soft hair scattered on the pillow and played with it, wrapping it around his fingertips in a loop.

Song Wenting didn't answer.

"I didn't expect Teacher Song to be so..." His voice was lazy and sexy, and he stopped talking halfway through.

After a few seconds, Song Wenting couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "What?"

The man took advantage of the situation to fish her out of the quilt, and the woman's entire face was flushed red from boredom.

Ji Yanzhou brushed her messy hair away with his long fingers, and then smiled lightly: "It's so slutty."

Because of the sideways movement, his dark blue pajamas were loose, revealing the collarbone under the slender neck, the half-covered chest below, and the powerful waist below, the dark lines outlined the looming muscles.

Who is wandering? ?

"You are."

The man quickly admitted: "Yes, I am the one who wanders."

His long arms brought the woman into his arms again: "The night we met again, she was right." He opened his thin lips lightly, "I'm just greedy for your body."

Song Wenting: ?

The cool wind was blowing outside the window, but the room was warm inside. Song Wenting felt like he was about to sweat.

All he could hear was his hoarse and deep voice: "And I'm addicted, what should I do?"

"No..." shamelessly did not say it.

He pressed his big palms along her sensitive waist, and his eyes darkened a few times silently: "And I'm not bad, so, let me ask you a serious question."

His thin lips could barely rub against hers, not to mention the big palm that was making trouble on her body.

How dare he say: Ask her a serious question?

Song Wenting's pink lips tightened.

Ji Yanzhou said hoarsely, "How about my skills?"

"..."

Song Wenting's heart was trembling, she didn't dare to meet the man's dark eyes, so she could only look at the man's cold neck.

With a slight bulge, he continued: "Is it pretty good?"

Just now when she asked him what skills he knew, this man unexpectedly thought of bed skills.

But, to be honest?

The airtight room was filled with ambiguity, Song Wenting couldn't stop his big palms that continued to walk around her shoulder blades, so she could only nod, "Well, very...very good."

"Is that comfortable?"

Song Wenting at this moment is like the cooked shrimp tonight, she couldn't lie, so she nodded again: "Yeah."

The man laughed as if he had received some huge reward.

"Thank you for the compliment."

After he finished laughing, he lowered his eyes and said seductively, "Since it's very comfortable, why don't you still want it?"

After the words fell, she didn't give her time to respond at all, her thin lips moved forward an inch, and directly bullied her.

After the deep and long kiss, Song Wenting was led into addiction.

In a trance, she seemed to hear Ji Yanzhou whisper, "I love you."