After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

Chapter 688 Invitation Letter
Song Muran smiled widely, her breathing was a little rapid, and the blush on her cheeks reached her ears.

He lowered his voice, his eyes were deep and lively, and whispered: "Want to hear it? I'll call you sister."

The bewitching voice reached Yang Jingyi's ears, and her heart suddenly became restless.

It’s okay if he doesn’t call me sister in the next year, but now he takes the initiative to ask. Yang Jingyi raised the corners of her mouth, raised her chin and said to him:

"Call sister, listen and see."

Before he finished speaking, Song Muran's lips pressed against hers.

Yang Jingyi was caught off guard and her body unconsciously ducked back.

Song Muran pulled her back into his arms with his arms, and the two of them kissed and breathed together.

Yang Jingyi closed her eyes unconsciously, her hands broke free from his hands unconsciously, and slowly climbed onto his shoulders.

Song Muran here felt Yang Jingyi's response, and the strength in her arms increased, and she used it tightly in her arms for fear that she would have the slightest idea of ​​​​escape.

At this time, the ambiguous atmosphere in the car reached its peak.

Originally they just wanted to hold hands and go home together, but who knew that neither of them could resist each other's teasing.

Both of them kissed until their bodies became weak, and they let go of each other when they were breathless.

With their foreheads touching each other, Song Muran's arms still did not relax, and they still hugged Yang Jingyi's waist tightly.

He whispered: "Sister."

Hearing the words "soft sister," Yang Jingyi laughed happily.

Song Muran's face turned red again.

After the two people's faces moved away, Yang Jingyi stretched out her hand to help Song Muran tidy up the hair on her forehead.

Then he smiled and said:

"Yeah, it sounds pretty good."

"So why didn't you call me sister before?"

Song Muran grabbed Yang Jingyi's hand with an arrogant look and said:
"You are my girlfriend, not my biological sister. Why should I call you sister like Yang Chule."

Yang Jingyi burst into laughter:

"Then you are willing to scream again."

Song Muran said sheepishly: "Isn't that what you want to hear?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jingyi touched his head:
"So cute."

"Let's go, it's time to go home."

Yang Jingyi opened the car door and got out of the car before Song Muran could react.

Song Muran was left alone in the car, feeling a little dizzy.

Maybe the blood was on my head and I was a little dizzy from the kiss.

Then he got out of the car.

The two held hands and walked upstairs from the garage.

In the elevator, Yang Jingyi looked at Song Muran, whose face was still red, and smiled lightly.

What came to mind said:
"I have a class reunion the day after tomorrow, so you won't have to pick me up from get off work for the time being."

Song Muran's eyes froze and he said, "I can send you there. Call me then."

If you have the opportunity to stick to her, stick to her and never let go of any opportunity.

Yang Jingyi smiled and said, "As an assistant bodyguard, you are really qualified~"

Then Yang Jingyi got back to business and preached: "But we can't continue like this for a long time. We have to return to the position of designer, otherwise we will be overqualified."

At this time, what Yang Jingyi had been worried about was not to delay Song Muran's future life development just because the two had a good relationship.

Song Muran smiled and said:

"These are all small things, and they don't matter to me."

Yang Jingyi quickly shook her head and said, "No, next week I will ask Jiajia to find a suitable candidate to be my assistant as soon as possible."

"You can learn a lot from communicating with the designers from Faguo. I'll ask Jiajia to make arrangements for you later." Song Muran nodded obediently. His girlfriend was his boss, so why did he suddenly feel like a sugar daddy? .

At this time, Yang Jingyi had arrived at the door of the house, and Song Muran was holding her coat in her hand and putting her other hand in her pocket.

After Yang Jingyi opened the door, she turned around and said with a reluctant smile:

"Go back and rest early. See you tomorrow."

At this time, she saw that Song Muran's face was still flushed.

He looked at her tenderly and nodded: "Well, see you tomorrow."

After Yang Jingyi really closed the door, he got on the elevator and left.

After going back that night, Yang Chule asked with a puzzled look:

"Did you go somewhere to exercise just now?"

"Why is your face so red?"

Song Muran was just a little sleepy due to lack of oxygen in the car, and now she found that she was a little tired when she got home.

He touched his forehead and said:
"No, I might have a cold."

He was looking for medicine to prevent colds in the medical kit.

Yang Chule was sitting in front of the computer playing games and talking to him:
"Didn't you go on a business trip with my sister? Lidu is acclimatized. It's only been a day and your body is really out of shape!"

Song Muran took two pills, drank a large amount of water and swallowed them.

"Maybe I didn't cover myself with a quilt last night. The temperature difference in Lido is quite big at night. I was careless."

Yang Chule stared at the computer screen without looking back and said:

"Then you should rest quickly tonight. It's almost ten o'clock."

While Yang Chule was persuading others to take a rest, he was still playing games!

Song Muran ignored him and went back to his room to wash up and lie down to rest.

It might not be obvious that he was sick tomorrow, otherwise Yang Jingyi would probably not let him pick her up the next day.

After Song Muran fell asleep, Yang Chule remembered that when he came back from get off work in the evening, the security guard downstairs said that there was mail for their room.

After Yang Chule came back, he put it on the bar and forgot to give it to Song Muran.

By the time he remembered after finishing the game, Song Muran had already fallen asleep.

Yang Chule was standing at the door of Song Muran's room with the envelope in his hand.

"Who sent you a letter?! It looks very unique."

Yang Chule looked at the envelope, which looked like an invitation letter.

The address above was sent from a venue near the China International Finance Center.

Yang Chule looked at it, put it on the coffee table, and said towards Song Muran's room:
"Why don't you get up and take a look at this tomorrow? I've got it on the coffee table."

Then Yang Chule went to his room to sleep.

When he woke up the next day, Yang Chule actually woke up earlier than Song Muran.

He finished cleaning up in a hurry and was about to call Song Muran at the door of the room, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Yang Chule's anxious look.

"Brother, do you have such a serious cold? Why don't I give you leave today?"

Song Muran had already washed up in the room before opening the door. He twisted his neck and the back of his head with his hands and said:
"It's okay, I can still hold on, but my nose is a bit blocked."

Yang Chule nodded: "I heard it."

Then he turned around and pointed at the envelope on the table and said:
"You went to bed early last night and forgot to tell you that someone sent you an email."

"How about you take a look?"

Song Muran walked over with a surprised look on his face, picked up the envelope and opened it.

Yang Chule also looked on curiously.

"What an invitation!"