moonlight lure

The person in the passenger seat said nothing along the way, and the air pressure around him was obviously lower than usual. Song Shiwei knew that he must have something on his mind, and when he was hesitating about how to communicate with him, he suddenly whispered: "Shi Wei, do you want to get married?"

He had never called her like this before. Song Shiwei felt that it was strange for him to call her like this, and at the same time she was a little uncomfortable because of his words. She hesitated and replied: "It's a little early for us to talk about this topic."

He explained: "I mean, do you yearn for marriage?"

Song Shiwei pursed her lips in silence.

Her parents were unhappy in their marriage, and her answer was definitely no, but denying it too bluntly might make him uncomfortable. After thinking for a moment, she answered vaguely and cautiously: "I think marriage is a matter of course once the emotions reach a certain level. .”

He looked out the window and said calmly: "In other words, you will not want to marry a person because of his conditions or family pressure. You will only want to talk about marriage with a person when you like him very much. is that so?"

"Of course, marriage is not a child's play."

She turned to look at him, "Why do you suddenly ask that?"

Before he could reply, Song Shiwei's phone suddenly vibrated.

The atmosphere in the car was so quiet that two people could hear the voice in the receiver clearly at the same time: "Sister, are you free on Friday night?"

She asked: "What's the matter?"

The other party was hesitant, as if he was not willing to be the lobbyist this time: "Um. Dr. Ming just called and made an appointment with the cardiologist who will be discharged from the hospital on Friday. I want to treat him to a meal."

The stern brows of the people beside him instantly darkened.

Song Shiwei was keenly aware of the sudden drop in temperature in the carriage. She glanced at his cold face from the corner of her eye and responded in a low voice, "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, he asked in a deep voice: "Are you going?"

Song Shiwei hesitated in embarrassment. Although Ji Yanchen's displeasure was very obvious, Song Tang had obviously accepted his kindness. Even if it wasn't this Friday, he would definitely find time to invite him to dinner again. She couldn't be absent, she would have to go sooner or later.

Seeing her hesitation, he had obviously acquiesced. The man in the passenger seat rubbed his brows with a sullen face, as if trying to control his temper and emotions. After a moment, he asked in a low voice: "Don't go, okay?"

Song Shiwei looked at him in surprise and did not respond immediately.

He then said in a low voice: "The father of one of my comrades is the dean of the Third City Hospital. If my uncle needs help, I can ask him for help."

She was silent for a moment and said softly: "I actually think there is no need to mobilize so much force this time, but he has already come, and my dad has promised him, so it is not appropriate to refuse now."

"That's his business."

The voice of the person next to him gradually became deeper and heavier, "Now I don't want you to owe him a favor for this matter and go have dinner with him."

Song Shiwei explained patiently: "I'm not going to eat with him alone. My dad and the others will all go. If I don't go, everyone will be embarrassed."

His face was cold and he repeated in a serious voice: "That won't work either."

The air fell into silence, and a silent stalemate spread throughout the car.

Song Shiwei drove the car into the underground garage and parked it. She didn't want to quarrel with him, so she tried to speak calmly: "Don't react so radically when it comes to him. It's completely impossible for me to be with him, and I don't want to eat this meal. You make it very difficult for me."

He asked coldly: "Did I react in an extreme way, or do they have ulterior motives?"

Song Shiwei frowned and looked sideways at him: "What do you mean?"

He looked at her for a long time and then suddenly asked: "He wants to get back together with you, right?" Song Shiwei wanted to deny it without thinking, but the moment she opened her lips, she suddenly thought of the rose bracelet last night and hesitated.

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, the voice of the person next to her became even colder: "Your family also wants you to get back together with him, right?"

Song Shiwei was stunned for a moment and said in disbelief: "You mean my dad asked him to eat to create opportunities for me and him?"

He looked out the window silently, the lines of his jaw tightening sharply.

She was puzzled: "Don't you think it's ridiculous when you hear this? An ordinary dinner to express gratitude turns into an ulterior motive because of the other person's identity? Isn't this extreme?"

"do not think so."

He spoke in a calm voice, clearly trying to suppress his anger, "I think you haven't figured out the situation yet."

Song Shiwei asked speechlessly: "What do I understand? You know my relationship with my father. Will he interfere in my affairs? Besides, what reason does he have for wanting me to get back together with him? He is a doctor, and you are Policeman, in terms of social status, you are about the same, you have different work abilities, and you have a better family background than him, why should I get back together with him?"

He suddenly pulled his lower lip, and there was no smile in his dark eyes: "I'm just better than him because of my family background, right?"

Song Shiwei paused for a moment, and then became increasingly speechless: "Aren't you being arrogant? What happened to you today?"

The man in the passenger seat pursed his lips tightly. For a long time, he restrained himself and reiterated calmly: "I can do everything he can do. Don't owe him this favor."

Song Shiwei let out a long breath and was extremely puzzled: "Why do you suddenly have to compare with him? He is already a person in this field, what is there to compare with?"

His voice suddenly increased, and the arm that was resting on the window sill hit the half-open glass hard, causing the whole car to vibrate suddenly: "Because he has infiltrated too much into your family!"

The air fell into silence again, and the sound of bones colliding with glass made the ear canals tremble.

Song Shiwei's pupils swayed slightly and she subconsciously held her breath. The cruel look on his face was gloomy and terrifying. She didn't want the situation to get worse. After a while, she turned away and whispered: "After this meal, I will tell him not to help him anymore."

His voice calmed down after venting, but it was more like the calm before a storm: "You have to go to this meal, right?"

She was silent, and he was silent as well, his cold face sunk in the dim shadows and unable to see clearly.

"I don't want to argue. Just calm down."

She opened the door and got out of the car, her cold face expressionless, "Last time you said you would control your temper, how long has it been?"
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Song Shiwei returned home and drank a large glass of ice water to suppress the fire in her chest.

She felt very unreasonable. In his eyes, there was no good person around her? What did others do just to break them up? What is his state of mind? Paranoia? Does he have no confidence in himself or in her? Is she so unworthy of his trust?

Song Shiwei leaned on the dining table, closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead, tightening her lips in frustration.

After a while, she put down the water glass, got up, went back to the bedroom, changed some clothes, and then went to the utility room to take out the vacuum cleaner.

Cleaning was her usual way to deal with bad moods, and the room and brain were temporarily occupied by the buzzing sound of motors. She forced herself to concentrate on her work without thinking about him. She meticulously cleaned every corner of the house inside and out. She even took apart the matryoshka dolls on the TV cabinet and wiped them. By the time she finished, the minute hand on the wall had moved two full seconds. lock up.

She wiped the fine sweat on the tip of her nose with the back of her hand, and picked up the phone half in anticipation and half in confusion.

There was a new message on the screen, but it wasn't his.

Song Shiwei's eyes dimmed, but they soon brightened up again.

Xu Lin: [Shi Wei, how are you recovering from your foot injury? Can you come back to work next week? ]