moonlight lure

He asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Shiwei was startled, and then she remembered that they didn't know about her previous injury, so she casually gave a reason: "I came to see a friend."

But the child is obviously not as easy to fool as when he was a child: "You specifically asked for leave to visit a doctor?"

Song Shiwei pursed her lips: "Well, the situation is quite serious."

Song Qingyu was dubious: "How serious is it? The SWAT police were attacked by terrorists again?"

Song Shiwei was stunned for a moment, frowned and said: "What nonsense are you talking about? You, not him."

After a moment of silence, she asked in a low voice, "Who told you?"

"Don't the whole family know? And I saw you two leaving the hospital together that morning."

He paused for a while and asked tentatively, "Did you not quarrel after you went back that day?"

Song Shiwei's heart sank: "What do you mean?"

He hesitated and said, "Your father and my mother seemed to really think he was a caregiver. They praised your ex-boyfriend in the room for a long time. He might have heard them."

Song Shiwei was stunned in disbelief. After listening to the other party's rough retelling, she put down her phone and took a deep breath. She felt dizzy and short of breath.

Absurd, absurd, ridiculous, these three words together are not enough to describe her mood at the moment.

Except for Song Min, she has never been close to the other Song family members. They all know her temper and usually don't point fingers at her. They just talk behind her back.

Even she didn't know that Ming Xu was so good in their eyes, and she didn't expect that they would really want to interfere in her emotional affairs.

She finally understood why Ji Yanchen was so abnormal at that time, insisting on comparing himself with the other party both inside and outside his words.

It was also strange that he asked her what she thought about marriage when she first got in the car that day. Song Shiwei bit her lip and secretly understood his perspective: that day in the ward, he first heard her family's love and approval for Ming Xu, and then And because of her words in the car, she misunderstood that she had a deep relationship with Mingxu. Under the overlapping filter of these two things, Mingxu's persistence and the encouragement of his elders became more reasonable, so he would Her emotions were so intense and abnormal when she was going to have dinner with him.

She hurried up the steps, determined that she must hurry up and tell him face to face about this matter.

She sent him a message and asked him if he wanted to have dinner together in the evening, but he didn't reply to her message until she left the hospital and walked to the parking lot after the examination.

Song Shiwei pursed her lips with deep eyes and called him directly, but after several calls, no one answered her voice or phone calls.

She couldn't decide for a moment whether he was too busy at work or deliberately didn't want to answer her. She sat in the car and thought about it for a long time, and the more she thought about it, the more unsure she felt.

Being compared with others has been a minefield for him since he was a child. What's more, this time he lost very unfairly and lost because of completely subjective professional prejudice.

He will be more sensitive and mindful than the average person about losing to his ex in the eyes of his girlfriend's family. If she went over and explained straight to the point now, firstly, he might not be able to get rid of the grudge easily, and the two of them might have to argue again. The second is to explain herself to him openly in a serious atmosphere, which is also very difficult and stressful for her.

So now it is best to break the ice in advance and let the atmosphere between the two people relax first, so that the problem will be much easier to solve.

Song Shiwei bit her finger and thought for a long time, but couldn't think of any good way.

She returned home feeling restless, leaning on the sofa and waiting for his reply while thinking wildly. Suddenly, her eyes were fixed on the birthday gift box she had received a few days ago under the coffee table.

She was wondering, should she buy him a gift? What should I buy?

She opened the box absentmindedly, and a sexy black nightgown came into view.

Song Shiwei paused for a few seconds with his eyes lowered. His dark eyes first slowly lit up, and then he hesitated for a long time.

Finally, she raised her face and took a deep breath, as if she had finally made a decision, got up and walked into the bedroom.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Song Shiwei came out of the elevator and knocked on the door in front of her.

He never responded to her messages, and she wasn't sure if he was home. But even if he is not here, she can wait for him just like he waited for her at the door of her house before.

Her anxiety did not last long, and the door opened quickly. Her heartbeat began to accelerate violently from the moment the door opened. Song Shiwei secretly clenched her fists and took a deep breath. She raised her face and was about to speak. The person inside the door also saw clearly that it was her. Their eyes met, and their expressions slowly turned into a look of surprise. Stunned.

"Are you OK?"

The person inside the door looked at her up and down for a week, and finally said nothing and turned sideways to let her go in first.

Song Shiwei walked in with her eyes fixed on his face, and asked nervously: "Are you sick?"

He lowered his eyes and closed the door, his voice a little hoarse: "No, I had a mission last night and stayed up all night."

She saw him bend down and take out a pair of new slippers, women's style, and couldn't help complaining: "Why don't you answer my phone?"

"I was sleeping. I muted the sound and didn't hear anything."

He walked into the room with a calm look and tone, "Would you like some water?"

Song Shiwei was unsure about his lukewarm attitude. After standing in the foyer and hesitating in a dilemma for a moment, she bravely walked in. She said awkwardly and depressedly, "I'm not here to drink water."

Blame him.

She had seen him look like after staying up late before. Tiredness and haggard were easy to recognize, but today his face was that kind of forbearing paleness, and his eyes were not the red bloodshot after staying up all night, but were a little bloodshot, and even the eyelids were swollen. She was slightly swollen, as if she was allergic to something, or more like she had just suffered a serious illness. In short, it was very worrying, and it completely disrupted her originally planned opening remarks.

Ji Yanchen glanced at her across the table and saw that her face was gloomy and gloomy, not as nervous and expectant as when she opened the door just now, and he probably guessed a bit of her plan.

When he turned around to pour the water, he couldn't help but raise the end of his lips, but when he came back with the water glass, he flattened it as if nothing had happened: "Then what are you doing here?"

Song Shiwei was depressed, looking down at the water glass he pushed in front of her and pursed her lips without saying a word.

The long-awaited rush before coming was unexpectedly interrupted, causing her little courage to disappear.

She was a little uneasy, and secretly tugged at her skirt. Seeing that his expression was still cold and unpredictable, she suddenly felt aggrieved.

Didn't he ask knowingly?

She felt like a clown who was forced to end the performance before taking the stage even after putting on makeup. It was okay if the only audience did not come to comfort her, and looked at her coldly and asked her why she came.

The courage that had fallen back in her heart was turned into sour foam by the grievances, and she stood up to leave: "Nothing to do, you can rest."

The person in front of her still hummed with an unclear attitude, and followed her to the door without any intention of holding her back.

Song Shiwei lost her temper completely, turned around and kicked him in the leg: "I came here to break up, goodbye!"

After speaking, she angrily opened the door, and a low laugh came from behind her.

Before she could react, a sudden heat felt on her neck. The next moment, she was pulled back by the scruff of her neck and easily turned over to face him. He leaned over and closed the door while pressing her against it. His movements were as smooth as if he had already done so. Premeditated.

Song Shiwei was forced to press against the door panel and straighten her back, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated due to his sudden movement.

Their breaths were very close. He pinched her waist with his big palm and threatened casually: "Louder, I didn't hear you clearly."

Out of anger, Song Shiwei turned her face away, pursed her lips and did not repeat those two words.

The person in front of me pinched her angry face with one hand and asked quietly: "Aren't you here to comfort me? Why are you still angry, classmate Song Shiwei?"

Her cheeks suddenly turned red and she warned harshly: "Don't call me that!"

Ji Yanchen's eyes deliberately glanced down, half-smiling but not smiling: "If I didn't call you that, I'd be sorry for your new skin today."

The pure white shirt and dark blue pleated skirt are not exactly the same as their high school uniforms, but they are still very similar.