In fact, he didn't say that during the years when he was abroad, he would secretly look at her every time he returned to China.

At the graduation ceremony of senior year, she took a group photo with Yu Qianqian in the dormitory on the playground, wearing a blue and pink bachelor's uniform, holding a bouquet of pink roses, making her pretty face even more gentle and charming.

She has a deep smile, and her eyes are full of stars, squeezed into the lens, making people unable to look away.

Someone called her, she was slightly startled, and then raised her eyes to look over.

At that second, Ji Yanzhou turned around and hid in the crowd, which can be called fleeing.

The unlit cigarette at his fingertips rubbed against his fingertips. After walking a few steps, he paused and looked back.

This time he saw Shen Heqing in front of her. The man was wearing the same academic uniform, gentle and elegant. Song Wenting's soft voice sounded, and she said to him: "Happy graduation."

The man smiled and took the flowers in her hand, then hugged her into his arms, and seemed to say, "Happy graduation."

Someone next to him let out a groan, and in his line of sight, the woman's cold little face turned pink, stretching all the way to the back of the ear.

Charming and charming, but unfortunately it doesn't belong to him.

The movement of the fingertips was so forceful that the smoke broke in two.

He lowered his eyes, covering all the emotions in his eyes, and did not look back this time.

Later, she graduated, successfully became an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, and began to perform on stage. She has appeared in various concert halls.

It's just that she hasn't spotted him once.

The long hair is a little shorter, and the slightly curly curvature is as good-looking as ever. The face is a little thinner than that of college, but the temperament is the same indifferent to him.

So, he persuaded Director He to invite her.

But what?

So what if she is invited, she still belongs to someone else.

Even the sentence "It's not considered an ex" opened up an unfamiliar relationship.

But when she saw her appearing in the bar wearing a long gown, the nasty desire to drag Alpine Baixue back into the quagmire emerged from the bottom of my heart.

Even though he knew he shouldn't provoke her, he couldn't help approaching her when he realized that she was single.

The string of rationality in mind was tense when saw that gentle and cold face again and again.

Even after knowing that she was just wishful thinking and unrequited love, the idea of ​​snatching her over ran rampant.

So he said: Married?

Marriage is not a whim, it is a crazy idea that has emerged since the first meeting eight years ago.

Dreams come true.

He looked down at Song Wenting who was sleeping soundly in his arms, a slight smile appeared on his lips, the light dyed his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

Song Wenting slept deeply, but still vaguely felt the man's warm breath on his forehead, he seemed to say something, but couldn't hear clearly.

She turned over and continued to sleep deeply.

until eight o'clock.

The long eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly flapping its wings, and light slowly penetrated from the eyelids.

After waking up, Song Wenting got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Stepping on a pair of rabbit fur slippers to the living room, happened to meet Ji Yanzhou holding his mobile phone and preparing to go out.

Hearing the sound, the man turned his head and looked over,

Song Wenting smirked: "Good morning."

A few seconds later, Ji Yanzhou frowned slightly, then put away the phone and strode over.

Subconsciously going back, who knew that the man seemed to know her movements, and one stretched out his hand and clasped her soft waist, exerting a little force, and instantly pressed her into his arms.

Then he said in a deep voice, "Wear so little?"

She was wearing pajamas when she was sleeping. The thin ones were really cool in the early winter.

She surrendered immediately: "Go and wear it right away."

As soon as the words landed, he sneezed a few times.

Ji Yanzhou's face sank a little bit, without saying a word, he stepped directly to the sofa in a few steps, picked up a blanket with his long arms, and draped it directly on her.

His long fingers were still twirling the air leak, his long eyelashes drooped, and after a few seconds, he was very satisfied with Song Wenting who had been wrapped into a bear.

"Be obedient, don't catch a cold again."

"Oh."

Song Wenting's eyes fell on the man's sharp Adam's apple, followed by the slender neck, and the man lowered his head.

Xu was looking too funny, and a low, hoarse laughter hit her ear, he raised his hand and picked up a few strands of her hair that were curled up at the end of her hair, his smile wrapped around her with dark eyes: "Don't look at her like that. follow me."

Song Wenting: "Huh?"

The big palm that lifted the end of her hair took advantage of the situation and buckled the back of her head, followed by possession, he smiled bewitchingly and charmingly: "Otherwise, I would be reluctant to go to the company."

Being made to blush, Song Wenting was about to say something coquettishly to him, but he heard a sound behind him.

His gaze also fell, and it landed on the collar of the man's slightly open shirt.

She remembered something and said, "Wait for me."

Turn around and go upstairs.

A few minutes later, she didn't even change her clothes, she was still wearing the thin blanket, and came over with a tie in one hand.

Licking her pink lips lightly, she was quite nervous and asked softly, "Do you want to try the gift I gave you?"

Ji Yanzhou's eyes fell, staring at her for a moment.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows with interest: "Why did you give me a gift?"

"Does this even need a reason?"

I want to send it.

Thought he would look good wearing it.

"Okay." Ji Yanzhou collected his expression, then bent down to cooperate with her, and moved forward with his neck, "Then wife help me?"

His voice is earnest but also has a little bit of familiar humility, especially the "wife".

Song Wenting gave a low "hmm", and put the tie around his neck with both hands.

The dark-patterned tie is paired with a pure dark blue shirt, calm and luxurious.

Song Wenting tied it up for him a little bit awkwardly, then looked up at him with a small face: "Okay."

The little hand smoothed the tail, and was about to move away, but the man clasped the wrist with his long fingers, and pulled her directly under the eyelids.

Breathing intertwined, Song Wenting raised his eyes and fell into those eyes that looked like the deep sea at midnight.

He asked, "When did you learn it?"

Song Wenting was in a daze for a while before realizing what he asked, and then her cheeks were stained with pink, and she smiled: "I just learned it not long ago."

"How did you learn it?" The man's gaze tightly gripped her, "Who can I ask to practice?"

"Taught by Yue Yao." Song Wenting was slightly dissatisfied, "What, it doesn't look good?"

Ji Yanzhou's expression relaxed, then he looked at the tie carefully, and then nodded seriously: "Well, it looks good, and I have a good eye."

Song Wenting felt relieved, and his smile deepened: "Just like it."

The two were still very close, and the seductive aura was close at hand when they spoke. Ji Yanzhou moved forward, directly shortening the dispensable distance.

The thin lips touched lightly, and the side of his face drew a sharp and beautiful arc.

Then he was unwilling to be reconciled to such a touch, and tried slightly to deepen the kiss, when suddenly there was a sound from the kitchen behind him.

Song Wenting was taken aback, and then the two turned their eyes away. Behind them, Aunt Zhang smiled at them apologetically: "I'm sorry, the lid of the pot has been sweetened."

"..."

Song Wenting was a little used to it, and he reassured her without changing his face and heartbeat: "It's okay."

The atmosphere was broken, and Ji Yanzhou also took half a step back, and he then told Aunt Zhang: "Stew something to warm up at noon."

Aunt Zhang agreed again and again.

Song Wenting shook his head: "No, I'm going to the research institute today."

"Okay, drive safely later."

The Captain of the Season Banquet followed his finger to straighten his tie, then laughed, "Thank you wife for the tie, do you think the reward just now is still sweet?"

Song Wenting's beautiful eyes lifted up, knowing his thick skin, he also looked indifferent: "It's not bad."

The small tip of her tongue subconsciously licked her lower lip, and the water glowed in an instant. Before she could react, the man's handsome face fell down without saying hello.

This time it was a direct, aggressive and deep kiss, with long eyelashes lightly covered, covering the eyes and splashing ink like passion and desire.

Under the attack, Song Wenting finally closed his eyes and responded with the tip of his tongue.

After a few minutes, the two finally parted ways.

The man said in a low voice: "What should I do, I don't want to leave."

The blush on her face became even worse, Song Wenting blushed for being late, she pushed him: "Hurry up, we're going to be late."

Song Wenting went upstairs to change after sending off the sticky Ji Yanzhou, and then went out after a simple breakfast.

Today, Shen Heqing made an appointment with her to go to the research institute to restore a song from the Song Dynasty.

But it was almost noon when Shen Heqing arrived late: "Sorry, I was going through the admission procedures in the morning."

Song Wenting smiled and said it was okay, and expressed a few words of congratulations.

The latter two ordered takeout with everyone at the institute.

In the afternoon, when he received a call from the program crew of "Chinese Music Zhiyin", Song Wenting was proofreading the pitch with Shen Heqing.

The phone rang repeatedly, but Song Wenting finally answered, "Hello? Is this Mr. Song Wenting?"

There was a young girl speaking in a respectful and professional tone.

Song Wenting had some intuition in his heart.

Sure enough, after she responded, she quickly explained her intentions: "This is the program group "Guo Yue Zhi Yin". According to the selection program scoring criteria, you passed the selection. Please come to Feng Feng at 9:00 this Friday morning. Wooden TV station reports, I will send the specific content to your mobile phone later, please pay attention to check it.”

Song Wenting's mentality was fairly stable, and this result was within her expectations, but she didn't expect it to be so fast.

Friday?

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenting's eyes fell on the guqin hanging on the opposite wall, and his smile widened.

It looks like that day will be a good day.

Song Wenting was the first to call Ji Yanzhou, and it rang a few times before he was picked up.

"Ayan." As soon as she spoke, she sensed something was wrong. The surrounding seemed to be in a particularly quiet place. After a few seconds, Song Wenting heard him explain in a low voice: "Sorry, my wife's call will be suspended for two minutes."

The people at the table looked at each other.

Later, they burst into laughter in unison, but the voice was not too loud. Someone joked: "Mrs. Ji's voice is so sweet."

The meeting was not too formal, and Ji Yanzhou ignored them.

He picked up his phone, then got up and walked out of the conference room.

"Well, I'm here."

His voice was steady and powerful.

Song Wenting's ears were still blushing, she slowed down and said happily, "I passed the selection."

The other man's laughter followed.

After a while, he said seriously, "Well, it's great for us to hear it."

"Um."

Ji Yanzhou: "What kind of reward do you want, will it satisfy you?"

Song Wenting subconsciously said, "Do you want another reward?"

Season Yanzhou: "Well."

Song Wenting clasped his phone, his eyes sparkling: "It's just this morning, that's fine."

"..."

Silence pervaded, Song Wenting blushed like a cooked shrimp.

Just when she thought he would not respond, a very magnetic voice sounded in her ear: "Ah, it turns out that Mrs. Ji wants that kind of reward."

He stresses the word "that".

Deliberately annoy Song Wenting.

"It's not..."

"Don't worry." The words were cut off by him, and Ji Yanzhou laughed with a suppressed voice, "This time I must kiss until I am satisfied."

"..."