The atmosphere in the box was inexplicably stagnant, Xu Cheng seemed to have just discovered Song Wenting, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

"Gu Cencen?" Chen Qiyang said nonchalantly, "Isn't it Brother Yan's previous blind date?"

Blind date?

A scene suddenly appeared in Song Wenting's mind: the figure who came with Ji Yanzhou in the restaurant, with long hair and a shawl, was so comfortable and beautiful.

So he was on a blind date at that time?

Or rather, a deliberate play.

"Okay, I'll go out and have a look." An Junheng coughed lightly, then gave her daughter-in-law a look and walked out.

"Don't worry." Lu Sipei, who was sitting next to Song Wenting, whispered softly.

Song Wenting returned to his senses and shook his head lightly with that face on.

She knew about Ji Yanzhou, and what he didn't like was that he didn't even have the slightest softness.

In less than a few minutes, two figures came in from the outside, and Ji Yanzhou's figure came into his eyes. He quickly caught Song Wenting, who was sitting on the right, and then walked over without saying a word.

"Brother Yan, what's the situation?" Chen Qiyang opened the seat for him, tilted his head, was gossiping, and was stunned when he saw the last woman who entered the door.

She came in behind An Junheng, Lu Sipei's eyes swept over him instantly, An Junheng turned his back to Gu Cencen, and looked like he couldn't say anything.

She was quite familiar, without the slightest unnatural expression: "When I ran into Mr. Ji and Senior An, I just had a cheeky meal, wouldn't you mind?"

As she spoke, her eyes swept across the circle of people, and finally stopped at Song Wenting.

The moment she saw her face clearly, the scene of the last meeting also appeared in her mind, and she had seen her video pictures on the Internet more than once.

In the beginning, it was curiosity. Ji Yanzhou didn't like her, so what does the person he likes look like?

She went with this mood.

Self-proclaimed beauty.

But compared with the person in front of him, it is still a lot worse.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant, Song Wenting's indifferent eyes met, and after a few seconds, she smiled lightly.

The expression is natural and generous.

"The Gu family and us are also considered aristocratic families. We played together when we were young, and a meal is not in the way." An Junheng snorted haha.

He is because the Gu family's young daughter is familiar with the lawless little girl in his family, and the Gu family has also cooperated with them in business in the past few years, so it is not easy to save face.

Song Wenting lowered her eyes to look at Ji Yanzhou. His expression was light and he couldn't see any emotions, but she could feel that he was in a bad mood.

Sure enough, the next second he lifted his eyelids and turned back: "Jun Heng, are you talking about business this meal?"

An Junheng raised his eyes to meet the man's stern eyes, his heart froze, and he was in a dilemma.

But soon, Gu Cencen took over with a smile: "Mr. Ji, you don't have to react so much to me. Although you can't get a blind date, at least you're not a friend."

She raised her eyebrows slightly, stood up and directly brought a cup of tea forward: "I just want to send a blessing."

Ji Yanzhou didn't appreciate it at all. Instead, he brushed the bowl and chopsticks for Song Wenting without raising his eyelids.

Gu Cencen's psychological quality was good, her face did not change for a second, the cup met Song Wenting, and she shouted, "Mrs. Ji?"

Song Wenting was about to get up with the tea, but Ji Yanzhou held his wrist. He glanced at the woman coldly: "Miss Gu, our Ji family has nothing to do with your Gu family. We can't bear this blessing."

His voice is comparable to the night wind outside the window.

Ji Yanzhou took a piece of potato and put it in Song Wenting's bowl, and said warmly, "I'm hungry, sit down and have some hot food."

"Oh."

Song Wenting sat down obediently.

Gu Cencen was still hanging out, and the people at a table began to smooth things out. Chen Qiyang's words quickly turned: "Miss Gu, don't you have a place to eat?"

Gu Cencen put away the stiff corners of his mouth and sat down: "No, it's just with a group of old men, it's not interesting."

"..."

Yue Yao happened to finish the last storyboard with the editor. She put away her phone and just heard this, and she was instantly amused: "It's interesting if you dare to come to us to eat? Big sister, do you know us? Why do you have such a big face? ?"

Her tone was sharp, and she was not a person to be provoked by her face.

It was very rude to say.

But Gu Cencen just smiled, and she was not affected: "Mr. Ji and I have known each other for the past five years in Australia, so we should be very familiar with each other."

She raised her ears and hair with her long fingers, and smiled sweetly with her eyes down: "And I just wanted to come over today and say a blessing, nothing else, don't get me wrong."

After she finished speaking, as if she was really here to send blessings as she said, she leaned over and lifted the chain bag on the stool and was about to go out.

As soon as his hand touched the door handle, the man behind him snorted lowly.

"Miss Gu." Ji Yanzhou stood up and pulled Song Wenting to get up again. At the moment when Gu Cencen looked back, the sharp emotion in his eyes filled him, and he asked, "What did you just say? Say it again?"

The sense of oppression reached its peak in an instant, and in the semi-enclosed space, no one dared to speak any more.

Gu Cencen's hand holding the bag tightened slightly, but he still pretended to be indifferent, with a slightly surprised expression: "Mr. Ji, you helped me out of the Crius bar in Melbourne three years ago, don't you remember? ?"

Bar, clear the siege.

"I don't remember." The voice overflowed with a sneer, and Ji Yanzhou ran out of patience, "I just pretended to slap my foot on me outside, and I've already given you face. Now, when you say these words in front of my wife, you think I'm very good. Kindness?"

The ferocious wolf showed ruthlessness, and Gu Cencen sweated a little in his palms.

Finally, he couldn't help but said softly, "I'm sorry."

out of the room.

As soon as she left, Ji Yanzhou's face still did not improve. He threw the suit jacket that the woman had just touched behind him in disgust, and then he was wearing a single shirt and was about to pull Song Wenting out.

"Ahhhh, Mr. Ji, wrong or wrong." An Junheng rushed to the door to block the door, his words sincerely, "I don't know what she's doing outside, knowing that she is uneasy and kind, I can let her in?"

Ji Yanzhou snorted coldly and said nothing.

The side face stretched out a stern arc, so that Chen Qiyang did not dare to step forward. In the end, Yan Sen, who had been watching the play, said, "Ayan, the ignorant are innocent, give Junheng a face."

Chen Qiyang followed up: "Yes, no one expected her to be like this..."

Rao is that Chen Qiyang, who kept talking all the time, couldn't find a suitable language to describe it for a while, until Xu Chenggang slowly replied: "Shameless and skinless."

"Yes, yes, she is too embarrassed to mention Melbourne." Chen Qiyang suddenly remembered something, "Did she mean the time your brother flew over to look for you, I remember calling you and wondering why you went to the bar ."

It took a long time for Ji Yanzhou to adapt to the foreign environment.

During that time, was very mourning. was only in the company and home. Later, Ji Yuchuan came over and happened to meet Fang Yisui and Fang Yisui quarreling over the issue of returning to China, so he took him to leave a university Nearby bars use alcohol to ease your worries.

As for whether he helped a compatriot named 'Gu Cencen' that night, he really had no idea.

It was only through the introduction of overseas Chinese friends of the company that knew that there was such a person that she was the daughter of a boss who came to Australia to do timber business.

Later, met a few times at dinner or in the company, but it was only a nodding acquaintance.

Then there was the blind date, and the words she said could be counted on one finger. How dare she say that she is familiar.

"Brother Yan, there's no reason to be angry with her."

"Wen Ting, stay for dinner?"

Lu Sipei glanced at An Junheng and explained, "It's Junheng who did something wrong, so please calm down."

Song Wenting gently scratched Ji Yanzhou's big palm with his little hand, and then begged, "Don't be angry, okay?"

A woman's voice is soft and soft, the most soothing.

Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyes and looked down, then leaned over to look into her clear eyes, and asked seriously, "It's not that I'm not angry, it's that I'm afraid you will misunderstand."

The deep and provocative voice fell, and in the eyes of the public, Song Wenting's ears turned red.

She shook her head obediently: "I didn't misunderstand."

The man looked at her seriously for a few seconds, and then he was relieved that she really didn't care.

"Okay, listen to you." He raised a smile on his lips and sat down again following her movements.

"Don't have a next time." He glanced at An Junheng by the door, and there was an indisputable warning in his voice.

An Junheng laughed a few times, and he knew his temperament, and the anger disappeared.

So the voice also relaxed: "Don't worry, next time you won't have any more female mosquitoes around you."

He was joking, and Ji Yanzhou didn't mind smiling.

Immediately, she carefully served Song Wenting with food. She is used to eating light food, but she is also a little greedy for heavy food, so she has to scald her in boiling water for things like fried shrimp.

Song Wenting is not so particular about it.

She gently refused: "you eat it yourself, don't worry about me."

Ji Yanzhou was responding to Chen Qiyang's words, but he couldn't hear it clearly for a while, so he had to get close and ask, "What?"

Song Wenting didn't repeat, she took a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs for him along the long chopsticks.

Ji Yanzhou raised his eyebrows, and soon his eyebrows showed a smile: "Thank you wife."

Only the two of them could hear the low voice, Song Wenting lowered his blushing cheeks and replied, "You're welcome."

Xu Cheng just heard this sentence, suddenly surprised: "You are too polite."

Normal couple who thank you for the past, you are welcome.

However, Ji Yanzhou only glanced at him leisurely and said: "Husband and wife are interested, if you don't understand, just shut up."

Xu Cheng just laughed, and then made a movement of zipping.

Just in time, Lu Sipei asked from the gap: "Wen Ting, do you plan to get pregnant?"

The topic of pregnancy has been discussed several times at the dinner table tonight, but Ji Yanzhou didn't seem to have any special reaction.

Song Wenting had to tell the truth: "Not yet."

Chen Qiyang shouted: "Sister-in-law, please, look at brother Yan and I, we are not married yet, it would be nice for you to spend more time in the world of two."

Yue Yao followed suit: "Although the child is quite cute, it hurts even thinking about it. I'm sure I can't bear it. Tingbao is even more afraid of pain."

Song Wenting laughed: "There should be no such plans for the time being."

Then subconsciously looked at Ji Yanzhou.

The other side responded quickly: "The little kid is in trouble, we don't panic."

"It's so cute, but you're not tempted to think about having a cute daughter right away?"

An Junheng is a complete daughter slave, and he and Lu Sipei would talk about his daughter more than a dozen times a day.

A few people followed the child to talk about the bear child again, Song Wenting and Ji Yanzhou seemed to be wandering away.

He has been an audience all the time, and occasionally Ji Yanzhou would respond with a few words, but in his words, he seemed not interested in children.

After more than two hours, the party ended.

Song Wenting felt overwhelmed because he had been eating all the time.

"Let's go, digest food?"

Seeing her embarrassment, Ji Yanzhou lowered his eyes and chuckled.

Song Wenting was embarrassed, she had rarely been so presumptuous.

"Mr. Ji, Tingbao, let's go first."

Yue Yao bids them farewell.

The car driven by An Junheng and his wife drove into the traffic flow.

Finally, it was Chen Qiyang and Xu Chenggang's car: "Sister-in-law, are you free the day after tomorrow?"

Chen Qiyang asked.

Song Wenting didn't react for a while, and then thought about his own arrangements for the past few days. It seemed that he was really busy except for waiting for the announcement of the "Chinese Music Zhiyin" program.

"Should be free, what's wrong?"

Chen Qiyang smiled deeply, and he explained: "It's okay, just my new store opens, and I invite you and Brother Yan to come."

"it is good."

Song Wenting felt a little strange until the rear of the car disappeared in front of her eyes. She pulled Ji Yanzhou and asked, "What store does he run?"

Ji Yanzhou clasped her slender wrist with a lazy posture, and he responded casually: "Not sure."

"?"

real brother?

Soon he took her into the riverside park, which is a well-known tourist attraction in Jiangluan City. On the other side of the river is a very prosperous ancient street.

Song Wenting is hung around with fingers clasped by men.

He wasn't wearing that coat, only a dark shirt, and his half-rolled arms were smooth and beautiful.

Song Wenting inexplicably remembered his five years in Australia.

"Have you had a good time abroad?"

She asked softly, there was no temptation in her tone, only full of curiosity and seriousness.

Ji Yanzhou looked at the rippling blue waves in the river.

The "bad" that was suppressed in his throat never came out, how good it can be in a foreign country and people who are not close.

Thin lips parted lightly, he said, "Not bad."

Song Wenting's eyes flickered from his neat profile, her fingers clenched his tightness, she bit her lips and asked easily, "Then... did you miss me?"

When the words fell, when Ji Yanzhou's long legs stopped, he turned to her and asked, "What do you think?"

Song Wenting: "How do I know?"

After two seconds of silence, Ji Yanzhou pulled her forward again, and chuckled into his ears: "We'll talk about it later."

Song Wenting frowned, couldn't help but think about how difficult this question is? We'll talk about that later.

There were a lot of people hanging out in the park. There were young couples laughing and passing by them. There were also twos and threes of young people. They looked youthful and wanton, and their smiles were much clearer. Seeing them, the expressions on their faces could not hide their exclamations.

"It's a good match."

"The handsome man and the beautiful woman, is this an idol still coming into reality?"

The noisy sound of hee hee drifted away, Song Wenting's ears were hot, but Ji Yanzhou didn't seem to hear it.

The two walked along the river for more than ten minutes, and then Yanzhou's palm directly touched Song Wenting's soft belly.

Song Wenting was taken aback, and she said coquettishly, "Ji Yanzhou, this is outside."

The man's expression was very light, and he touched it warmly, and rubbed it lightly before rolling his eyes: "Just see if your stomach is alright."

"Oh."

After a few seconds, he pulled away with a big palm, then called Zhou Chen and asked her to pick it up.

Song Wenting took out her mobile phone and looked at it, but found several messages from Yu Qianqian, saying that she had packed her things and was moving to a relative's house.

Not exactly where.

Song Wenting didn't ask, just responded by asking her to have a meal before leaving.

I briefly talked about when the selection results came out.

She loves to make voices, but the text she sent now seems a little out of place: [You know, Yao Qing is gone. 】

Yao Qing?

Song Wenting first remembered that she and Yao Qing had not been in touch for a long time. The last time she called Ji Yanzhou before a business trip, she called to ask why she didn't call her money, saying she was a liar.

Later, called several times, but Song Wenting did not answer.

Now that she heard the news, she still felt that she was dreaming, except for some unrealistic feelings, her mood did not fluctuate much.

She only replied: [Understood. 】

I didn't ask for more details.

"What are you thinking?" Ji Yanzhou's close voice pulled her thoughts back.

Song Wenting put away the phone and smiled lightly: "I was thinking, do I want to have a baby with you?"

Before he could finish speaking, the tip of his ear was already dyed red.

Season Yanzhou: "?"

He squeezed her slender fingertips and pulled her directly into the back seat of the car.

Then he asked, "Aren't you afraid of pain?"

Song Wenting nodded: "I'm afraid."

Ji Yanzhou laughed: "Then I won't give birth, and I'm afraid it will hurt."

This is the first time Song Wenting thinks about this issue seriously. From the bottom of her heart, she doesn't like children very much. She has not had a sound family environment since she was a child. In addition to being afraid of pain, she is even more afraid of hurting the next generation.

However, if it is with Ji Yanzhou——

It's not that hard to accept.

The car quickly stopped in the underground garage, and Song Wenting pulled out the paper bag that Zhou Chen had just brought into the car from the base.

After entering the door, she immediately carried the bag and put it in the room. She didn't want to send him off for the time being.

When he came out after washing his hair, Ji Yanzhou was handling business affairs in the study.

Song Wenting went to the kitchen to wash the fruit, brought it to the living room, and started a movie.

She was fascinated, and she didn't know when Ji Yanzhou actually sat beside her.

The movie tells the story of a long-awaited reunion.

Song Wenting substituted into it, and for a while, his heart felt like a sponge filled with sourness and discomfort.

The corners of her eyes were also a little wet, she gently leaned her head on the man's shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "You haven't answered me just now."

Ji Yanzhou raised his hand and embraced her in his arms, whispering: "What?"

Song Wenting: "Did you miss me during those five years abroad?"

It was dark all around, and there was no sound in the nanny's room. It was so quiet that only the ending credits of the movie swayed gently.

Ji Yanzhou approached with a hoarse voice: "I'm going crazy thinking about what you think."

The dull tone made Song Wenting feel sad and sad, she said, "Me too."

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