Song Wenting was coaxed by men to ask for it many times last night.

It wasn't until she coquettishly begged repeatedly that Ji Yanzhou let her go, and then carried her from under the quilt to take a bath. Song Wenting really didn't have the energy to open his eyes, and he couldn't care less about being shy, so he hung on him the whole time, and he didn't know how he fell asleep in the end.

The next day, when she woke up, there was no man beside her, and the bed was icy cold. Thinking that he had already left, Song Wenting couldn't help but wonder, isn't he tired?

Enduring a little soreness, Song Wenting went out at almost noon.

Jiangluan City has entered the early winter, and the cool breeze hit the exposed skin, which soon caused a layer of goose bumps. She went back to Ji's old house, but when she went there, her grandmother and a few friends went to the theater.

Song Wenting put down the tea he bought for her grandmother, and was about to turn around when she met the woman who entered the door.

Xu Xinning didn't expect her to be here, she was silent for a few seconds before she said, "What are you doing here?"

After tearing off that layer of film, she didn't bother to pretend to be a peaceful person in front of her, Song Wenting chuckled softly, not planning to tangle with her: "Nothing."

She stood tall and straight under the apricot coat, looking more and more stunning, to the extent that she, an artist who relies on her face to eat, would envy her.

Especially since she always looks aloof, how can she be so arrogant with her family background like that.

"Sister, do you have nothing to do all day?"

She seemed to seize the opportunity to humiliate her, and the corner of her mouth evoked a sneering smile at the right time, "You don't eat white rice like this."

She made things difficult on purpose, Song Wenting naturally wouldn't be so stupid as to argue with her here.

"Sister, just take care of yourself."

The cold voice fell behind the back of the woman who had already left, and then she went straight out.

Xu Xinning's eyes showed some ruthlessness, and then she turned upstairs and stepped on the soles of her high heels.

Outside the courtyard, the car that Ji Yanzhou assigned to her was parked quietly. It was a small luxury car suitable for girls, but it was also much larger than her pineapple car.

She drove out for the first time today, and she wasn't quite used to it yet.

On the return trip, the navigation is still turned on as usual.

After making an appointment with Yue Yao to meet at Zhongyang Street, Song Wenting parked in the underground parking lot before finding Yue Yao in front of a daily food store.

She wore a lot of clothes, wrapped her body in a thin down jacket, lowered her head and pressed her phone, her fingertips turning red from the cold.

As she approached, Yue Yao turned around when she heard the sound.

Her eyes lit up suddenly, she quickly put the phone in her pocket, and hooked her hand with a smile on her face.

"Tingbao, why are your hands so cold?"

Song Wenting remembered that he couldn't find where the air conditioner was when he was driving, and shyly didn't explain: "Well, it's too cold."

Yue Yao hung up half of her body, and the two of them approached the building half-embracing.

"Go to the coffee shop first."

When they hang out together, they often go to coffee shops, and Yue Yao sometimes takes her tablet with her to draw line drawings for inspiration. And Song Wenting will put on headphones and listen to music.

Today's working day, there were not many people in the store, they found a seat by the window and sat down, Yue Yao took off her coat and hung it on the back of the chair, turned to look at her with a smile: "What happened last night? Did the chat disappear halfway through?"

It's okay not to mention it, but when Song Wenting is mentioned, I can't help but think back to the man's voice "Listen, I love you" in my ear last night.

She was shy with crimson behind her ears, and was about to look left to talk to him.

But he was quickly intercepted by Yue Yao: "Don't try to change the subject."

"..."

Song Wenting faltered: "Just went to sleep."

"Oh." Seeing the expression on her face, Yue Yao smiled clearly, "It looks like she slept well?"

Hearing her joke, Song Wenting's beautiful eyes were slightly annoyed.

Thinking back to the embarrassment last night: "Your voice is too loud, he heard my voice last night."

The waiter approached with two cups of coffee and said softly, "Please take it slow."

When there was no one around, Yue Yao lowered her voice and asked, "So, he's really greedy for you."

Stirring the coffee with his long fingers, a few strands of black hair fell down, Song Wenting suppressed the inappropriateness and thought of Yue Yao's sentence once you sleep and earn once in your mind.

He's in good shape and has good skills.

Appears to be experienced.

Yue Yao glanced away from her blushing cheeks, and sighed, "Are you still shy about this kind of thing?"

"A little bit."

This kind of intimate skin-to-skin relationship still made Song Wenting somewhat uncomfortable.

"Tingbao, you will be eaten by him like this." Yue Yao sipped her coffee lightly and asked, "Is he very handy in this kind of thing?"

Song Wenting frowned, didn't understand Yue Yao's question, but answered truthfully: "Yes."

Yue Yao looked at her blank sheet of paper, and couldn't help but speak earnestly: "Then you said he never liked anyone else, right?"

Song Wenting nodded obediently: "Yes."

Yue Yao had an expression she knew a lot, and she continued to ask: "But can you be sure that he has only been with you?"

"what?"

Song Wenting was momentarily shocked and speechless.

She didn't think in this direction at all, and felt absurd when she thought about it: "Is it possible?"

Yue Yao pulled half of her body and lowered her voice even more: "Why is it impossible? You didn't say that he was quite good at it. Could it be that in the five years he spent abroad, he already had experience, so that's why..."

The metal spoon in his hand loosened, and it slammed into the edge of the cup with a crisp sound.

five years.

She had forgotten that they hadn't seen each other for five years, and she didn't know anything about him for more than a thousand days and nights.

In addition to the loneliness brought about by the five-year vacancy, Song Wenting's thoughts are still clear. No matter what experiences he has had in the past five years, she has no right to interfere.

"It's okay, it's all over."

She put down the spoon, took a sip of bitter coffee, and smiled lightly, "Yao Yao, this is outside, let's not talk about it."

Yue Yao also quickly changed the subject, they made an appointment today because Ji Yanzhou and the others had a party tonight, and he would take her to attend.

And Yue Yao naturally wanted to go with Yan Sen. Not long ago, she had a cold war with Yan Sen for several rounds, and finally their relationship eased after he repeatedly promised to cancel the fiancée that the family had arranged as soon as possible.

Right now, he is obedient to Yue Yao, and of course he has no right to say anything when he brings her to the brother's party.

Song Wenting made an appointment with her.

After chatting for a few words about the troubles at Yan Sen's family, Yue Yao suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked her: "There is a new duty-free shop on the ground floor, I'll go buy you a bag."

Yue Yao earns a lot of money, but Song Wenting still has no intention of asking her to give anything.

"Why do you want to send something?"

Yue Yao: "Did you forget? It's not your birthday in two days?"

As soon as she reminded, Song Wenting counted the days, and it was indeed coming soon.

"It's okay if you don't want a bag, so what do you want?"

Her tone sounded like a local tyrant, Song Wenting laughed, inexplicably thinking of Ji Yanzhou asking her "what do you want for your birthday", she said to think about it.

Right now, she really couldn't think of anything she needed.

"Forget it, there are enough bags, don't waste money." Song Wenting's family is not very good, but because her grandma left money, she has earned it in the past few years, so it is not too difficult.

In addition, after getting married, Ji Yanzhou gave her many secondary cards back and forth.

Song Wenting, who doesn't have high requirements for material things, thinks it's better not to waste it.

But Yue Yao immediately grasped the point: "How many bags did Mr. Ji buy for you?"

Thinking of the unopened things in the closet, and what Meng Ran sent last time, it was enough for her.

"Yao Yao, I'll take your wish, and the gift will be free."

In the end, Yue Yao couldn't hold back her, so she simply gave up.

"Then go shopping with me."

When the two came to the first floor, there were a variety of luxury goods and clothing stores. It was approaching the afternoon, and the flow of people was much larger than before.

Yue Yao dragged him into a men's clothing store.

She picks and chooses, for a while she thinks that Yan Sen is unworthy, and for a while she says that the clothes are good clothes, but they don't suit Yan Sen.

She bluffed and asked the clerk to introduce her patiently.

In the end, she bought her a shirt insincerely.

Song Wenting, just as she was going to pay, also ordered the clerk to take down another shirt of a completely different style and color, a light-colored shirt. Song Wenting had rarely seen it on Ji Yanzhou, and his wardrobe was all dark-colored. .

The blue-gray color has a bit of soft fabric, which is quite lazy, and think it suits him quite well.

Too bad he doesn't wear them often.

"Excuse me, do you want to see this one?"

Song Wenting regained consciousness, the clerk had already taken down the hanger.

After roughly describing the size, Song Wenting relied on imagining how the shirt would feel on Ji Yanzhou, then went to pick out a tie, made a set, and let the clerk wrap it up.

"Tingbao, you have a good eye."

Yue Yao looked at the shirt she chose with a smile, "It fits your Mr. Ji."

Song Wenting: "Huh?"

Yue Yao: "The slutty son, isn't it?"

dissolute?

This term has appeared inexplicably frequently recently.

Song Wenting burst into laughter, thinking of the man's terrifyingly enchanting appearance, it really seemed like that.

As it approached six o'clock, Song Wenting and Yue Yao set off from Central Street to the south of the city.

Today is the game of An Junheng's team, in order to celebrate his upcoming fatherhood. A few people made an appointment at a famous Thai restaurant in the south of the city.

His wife likes this, so he settled for this house with her.

When Song Wenting arrived, he happened to receive a call from Ji Yanzhou, who was leaving the company.

"You go first, I'll be there later."

Song Wenting nodded "um" and listened to him again: "Beside you, leave a seat for me."

"Oh."

I thought to myself, does this even need a special reminder?

"Tingbao, go."

Yue Yao called her softly, "Go up and blow the air conditioner, it's freezing."

When they arrived at the box, everyone was almost there, Yue Yao quickly left her and sat next to Yan Sen.

And there are still many places left for them.

Chen Qiyang smiled and said, "Sister, sit here."

Song Wenting followed his directions and looked over, and the position was sandwiched between An Junheng's wife Lu Sipei and him. She was silent for two seconds and walked over.

Afterwards, she tilted her head slightly to discuss with Chen Qiyang: "Senior Chen, why don't you sit down another one, can you?"

Chen Qiyang responded quickly, thinking of Ji Yanzhou's ice-covered eyes, he had to get up quickly: "Okay, this position is reserved for Brother Yan."

"thanks."

Song Wenting carefully placed the bag on his shoulders after he moved over.

Next to Lu Sipei smiled: "You don't need to occupy a seat, there are not many people here today."

Hearing the laughter, Song Wenting realized what a silly move he had made.

Unnaturally fluttering his ears and hair, Song Wenting asked, "Well, I'm just used to it."

She smiled and did not continue. Opposite Yue Yao began to ask about her pregnancy, and she listened more seriously than anyone who was not married.

An Junheng was also like every other treasure, telling the whole story in detail.

It can be seen that I am ready to be a parent.

Song Wenting couldn't say anything, and listened patiently to their conversation. Occasionally, Lu Sipei would pull her up and say a few words together.

More than ten minutes later, the phone vibrated, and it was a message from Ji Yanzhou: [Here we are.】

Then the door was pushed open from the outside.

Air-conditioned, the visitor was dressed in casual attire, with a thin figure and a handsome face.

Not Ji Yanzhou.

As soon as he came in, he yelled: "Damn, brother Yan is entangled by a beautiful woman, it's at the stairs."

Song Wenting recognized him as Xu Chenggang, who liked to joke at the last party.

He seemed to be very surprised, and under the eyes of everyone, he continued: "I look familiar, it seems to be the youngest daughter of the Gu family in the south of the city, named Gu Cencen?"

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