moonlight lure

The young man then said indifferently: "My sister has been chased by many people since she was in high school. Until she started working, all the people who chased her were excellent."

Ji Yanchen couldn't help laughing, but he held it back with all his strength. This was his future brother-in-law putting pressure on him, secretly warning him not to attract bees and butterflies and get carried away.

He was silent for a moment, then calmed down and said, "I actually have a sense of crisis in this regard. Fortunately, I know you now."

Song Qingyu glanced at him, feeling uncomfortable with his serious tone: "What's the use of knowing me? I can't stop others from liking her."

Ji Yanchen looked into his eyes and said sincerely and quietly: "But we have known each other for a long time, and we have hit it off during the conversation."

The young man's expression was a little awkward, but he did not deny what he said. Boys naturally have respect for professions such as soldiers and policemen. His first impression of Ji Yanchen was indeed good, and he had volunteered to help him twice before.

Ji Yanchen continued to lobby sincerely: "I will still need your help and support in the future. If you need help and it's not convenient to tell your sister, just ask me, okay?"

Under Ji Yanchen's coercive persuasion, the two quickly formed a solid alliance of mutual assistance between men. When Song Shiwei came out, she was surprised to see them sitting together, chatting and laughing.

She handed a cowhide paper bag to Ji Yanchen: "My dad gave it to you."

Ji Yanchen weighed the paper bag, which was half the size of an A4 paper: "Are your red envelopes so generous?"

Song Shiwei raised her lips lightly: "It doesn't seem to be money. You can go back and take a look."

After saying goodbye, they came out of Song and Tang's house. Song Shiwei drank two glasses of fruit wine during dinner and drank slowly. Now her cheeks gradually began to heat up and she became squeamish.

Song and Tang's house is not far from the community where Ji Yanchen lives, less than 20 minutes' walk. She said it was a good night and wanted to go back for a walk, but she also felt that the shoes he gave her were rubbing on her feet. After getting out of the elevator, Ji Yanchen bent over and took off her shoes to see that the heels were indeed a little red.

He consciously knelt down to carry her on his back. She was afraid of the neighbors and passers-by looking at her. He coaxed her for a long time before she climbed up to give him face, lay on the side of his neck and moaned: "Boyfriend, my dad is very loyal to you." satisfied."

Ji Yanchen hummed lightly.

She frowned: "What do you mean?"

He boasted: "I am excellent and I know it."

Song Shiwei chuckled and said, "You were able to talk about history in depth with him, which broke his stereotype of people in your industry."

He laughed softly: "I only have this little knowledge that I can show off. Meeting your father is exactly what I want."

She looked at his profile curiously: "Then what are you and Song Qingyu showing off to?"

He deliberately teased her: "Guess."

Without thinking, she said, "Day trip to the Air Force."

Ji Yanchen held her leg up and said, "As expected of her, she is my wife. She has a close connection with me."

"You men, it's just a matter of going back and forth."

Song Shiwei curled her lips and sighed in disgust, tilting her head and resting on his back in a daze for a while.

The moonlit night is hazy, the evening breeze is warm and cool, and the fragrance of late osmanthus fills your nose.

She stared at an osmanthus flower that fell on Ji Yanchen's shoulder. After a long time, she asked softly, "Do you think I'm pretentious?"

Ji Yanchen asked, "Why are you so pretentious?"

There was a bit of confusion in her dark eyes: "My dad seems to be very good to me, right?"

He cautiously did not reply, and she continued on her own: "My brother also listens to my words. Although my aunt was cold to me before, she is also very polite to me now."

She laughed at herself and raised her lips, "Why am I still not satisfied?"

Ji Yanchen was silent for a moment and then said calmly: "If you feel uncomfortable, then it is uncomfortable. Your feeling is the most important."

Song Shiwei murmured: "Then I don't want to come back."

He calmly replied to her: "Then we will rarely come back."

She buried herself on his shoulder and was quiet for a while. After a while, she said softly: "Just now he said he wanted to buy me a house, but I didn't want it. He forced his bank card to me." "Sometimes I would rather he didn't want to buy me a house." Wen Buwen, don’t give me anything, do you understand what I mean?”

Ji Yanchen turned around and kissed the tip of her pink nose, and whispered, "I understand."

If her father is all bad to her, she can harden her heart and draw a clear line with him, and no longer need to take into account the other person's feelings and emotions.

But the reality is that the other party once frustrated her, and now he is cautious and polite to her. It's like an expired candy that has become damp. If she doesn't eat it, the other party will feel guilty and sad. She eats it in her mouth. And very uncomfortable.

Ji Yanchen walked in silence, not knowing what to say to comfort her.

He thought she was feeling sad again tonight, and was even a little worried that she would cry, but the person behind her breathed calmly and lightly, and whispered quietly into his ear: "I am rich now."

He almost laughed at her move, and she then said mysteriously: "My mother also left me some money."

He curled his lips helplessly: "I know, little rich woman."

She smiled and rested her chin on his shoulder: "Do you think they are all quite interesting? They have not treated me materially, nor have they left me to the care of their elders. Neither of them has cheated or had any other moral conduct worthy of judgment. question."

"There are so many divorced families every year, and there are many people who are more miserable than me. I have so much but I am still worried about it. Isn't it hypocritical?"

Ji Yanchen did not answer.

She knew he would deny it, so what she really wanted to hear wasn't denial.

She was just venting and talking through the lack of alcohol, and now he just needed to play the role of listening.

The smile on her lips slowly faded, and she said to herself: "Before they separated, I was really happy."

After a while, her voice became lower and lower, and finally it was almost breathy and reached his eardrums: "But when they separated, neither of them wanted me."

He suddenly froze.
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The two returned home.

Ji Yanchen put him on the sofa and went to the kitchen to make a cup of honey water. She seemed to be thirsty, holding the cup and drinking it down in one gulp, then returned the cup to him and collapsed on the sofa.

He leaned over and rubbed her head: "Wash before going to sleep."

Song Shiwei didn't move and pretended to be dead and closed her eyes. In fact, she wasn't that drunk, she was just lazy at the moment. Ji Yanchen laughed helplessly and sat down next to her.

She wore light makeup today, and the apricot-colored blush under her eyes was particularly delicate. He rubbed his big palm on her soft cheek for a long time, and whispered: "Then you go to sleep for a while, and I will ask you to get up and wash up later. "

Then she hummed sweetly.

Ji Yanchen couldn't help laughing, got up and walked back to the kitchen with the cup. After coming out, he walked quietly to the balcony, closed the door, and answered the phone.

"The last operation failed, this time it should be more dangerous."

He held up the phone and hummed, his face slightly gloomy.

The receiver said again: "That group of people are now in a hurry and can do anything. Fortunately, we have informants inside. Your drink last time was not in vain, and your crime was not in vain."

His voice was calm: "I just hope this case will end soon."

Yuan Ye smiled bitterly and teased: "I know, I know you drank till your stomach bleeds not for your brothers, but for your wife. But I can't be unjust if you are unkind, I still have to accept this favor from you."

Ji Yanchen remained silent, and the other party said a few more words, and finally said: "Anyway, you can match me with four people this time."

"Oh, I see."

He hung up the phone and looked into the distance with an unclear expression. After a long time, he looked back at the people in the room.

The light in the room was bright and soft. She lay on the sofa quietly with her eyes half open, as if she had something unexplainable on her mind. It took her a long time to notice his gaze, and when she looked at him, she subconsciously laughed, her cheeks pink and a bit charming. , like a moist peach.

He smiled unconsciously and walked towards her.

Neither of them knew that on this moonlit night, they each hid their secrets and kept silent from each other. They also know that there is no need to fear the darkness, because they are no longer alone.