Blind young love wife is addicted

Chapter 114 I will block everything for you (2)
Song Yanjin nodded and reported the name of the hotel.

She guessed that He Qi saw her yesterday, so she wanted to test herself, did she see herself and Mo Zhifu yesterday.

"What a coincidence? I also made an appointment with a client there yesterday." He Qi was heartbroken, but she pretended to be calm and revealed the news to Song Yanjin.

Song Yanjin smiled lightly, without showing panic or surprise: "Really? That's a coincidence."

He Qi looked at Song Yanjin inquisitively, as if trying to find out something in Song Yanjin's eyes: "I seem to have seen the editor-in-charge yesterday."

Song Yanjin subconsciously grabbed the corner of his coat, and looked up at He Qi: "I didn't see the editor-in-chief, after all, it was a class reunion, yesterday I was all focused on my college classmates."

Looking at each other, He Qi withdrew her eyes, thinking that Song Yanjin probably didn't see anything.He lowered his head and took a sip of water to moisten his throat: "I happened to see it, just ask casually, don't take it to heart."

"Editor He is thinking too much." She looked at the cup that He Qi put down, and raised her eyes: "It's just a small chat, so why would you take it to heart?"

Regarding this matter, Song Yanjin understood that He Qi must never let He Qi know that he saw her and Mo Zhifu.

"Very good." He Qi smiled officially, raised her hand to caress her big waves: "Go out and do some work."

Song Yanjin let go, pushed away the chair and was about to go out, He Qi said again: "By the way, the anniversary is only a few days away, you can go and see the layout tomorrow."

"okay, I get it."

He Qi watched Song Yanjin leave the office, and then leaned back in the chair.There was cruelty hidden in the eyeliner eyes.Sitting up abruptly, he threw the glass and looked outside a few more times.There was nothing wrong with Song Yanjin's performance, but everything was taken care of.For Song Yanjin, she would rather kill by mistake than let him go.

Song Yanjin sat back in his seat and spread his hands, which were already soaked in sweat.

When He Qi asked about yesterday, she was very nervous.

Thinking of the way He Qi acted like a baby to Mo Zhifu yesterday, Song Yanjin couldn't help swallowing.Now I understand why He Qi worked so hard to help Mo Feiyao.

The word Mo Feiyao floated in his mind, Song Yanjin took out his phone, found Mo Feiyao's name from the address book, and planned to delete Mo Feiyao's contact information.

Song Yanjin might be able to reluctantly believe that the matter of the first photo had nothing to do with Mo Feiyao.Yesterday's class reunion, intentional or unintentional provocation, she can also understand that it was an unintentional mistake.In the past, when He Qi targeted her, she deliberately didn't think about Mo Feiyao's side, but after passing the sideline a few times like this, the relationship between Mo Zhifu and He Qi became turbulent, but she would rather believe that Mo Feiyao treated her well. It's not that simple!
Looking at Mo Feiyao's number, just about to press delete, Han Jiu's number suddenly jumped on the phone screen.

"Hello." Song Yanjin shook his head before answering the phone.

When Han Jiu heard her voice, he told her, "I'm at No. 36 New York Road, let me edit it."

"What's the matter?" Song Yanjin stroked her forehead, she was really afraid that Han Jiu would say it was a matter of creation.When he said that, it meant that she had to go out.

Sure enough, Han Jiu seemed to know what Song Yanjin was thinking: "The details of the work need to be discussed with the editor in charge."

"Okay..." Facing this difficult master, AND issued an order from the top, everything he wanted, he must be satisfied!

Ten minutes later, Song Yanjin appeared at No. 10 New York Road on time.After entering, Song Yanjin discovered that it was a private wine cellar.

"Editor Yan, this way." Han Jiu stood by the Huali Gate with leather gloves on, waving at Song Yanjin.

Song Yanjin didn't care to take a closer look and ran over, a little out of breath: "Great writer, what inspiration did you come up with?"

Han Jiu smiled mysteriously and tugged on his leather gloves: "Go in first."

Song Yanjin didn't know what he was selling, but he followed his footsteps and walked in.

The temperature in the red wine cellar is relatively low, and the luminosity is relatively dark.Rows of red wine placed on the shelves are worth a lot of money at first glance, and the red wine in log barrels in another house exudes bursts of wine fragrance.Although Song Yanjin didn't know much about red wine, he couldn't help taking two deep sniffs.

"Han Dashen, are you going to use red wine to stimulate inspiration?" Song Yanjin looked at the row of red wine in front of him, a little stunned: "Is it worth a lot of money to come in?"

Han Jiu didn't take it seriously, turned around and licked the corners of his mouth: "Editor Yan thinks I don't make enough money to buy such a wine cellar?"

Well, yes, she thought so.

How much money he made, is there anyone who knows better than her editor?Although he made a lot of money, he would definitely not be able to buy such a tall wine cellar unless it was all posted on the wine cellar.

From Song Yanjin's expression, Han Jiu could see that she didn't believe her, and nodded lightly: "I really don't earn enough to buy it."

As he spoke, he tugged on his leather gloves again, and did not forget to turn around and add: "I forgot to tell you, I am actually a descendant of a famous family, and this is indeed my wine cellar."

Han Jiu is used to being unprincipled, and Song Yanjin only thought he was joking, and imitated him with a faint smile: "Actually, I also forgot to tell you that I am a rich woman."

She was joking, but Han Jiu believed it: "I know that."

"You know all of this?" She didn't even know that she was a rich woman.

Han Jiu turned around and took a bottle of red wine from the wine rack, opened it, and was about to pour it into the glass when Song Yanjin's voice sounded: "Stop making trouble, you have to pay for it."

"Have a drink." Han Jiu couldn't help smiling, poured two glasses of red wine and handed Song Yanjin a glass.

Song Yanjin looked at the price tag of that bottle of red wine, how could he have the courage to drink it?
"Are you really here to stimulate inspiration with alcohol?" Song Yanjin didn't take the glass, and looked around.

Han Jiu shook the red wine glass, carefully looked at the ground, and replied a little casually: "No, I want to write a story about a wine taster."

Song Yanjin let out an 'oh' and asked again: "What kind of writing do you plan to write?"

"Writing from the childhood of this sommelier." Han Jiu's lips touched the wine glass, talking about his own idea: "The male master was a fat man in his childhood, and his father was a coal boss. He was excluded from his classmates since he was a child. The host has never had any friends. When he was in junior high school, he was bullied badly by other male students in the class. It was a girl from the next class who helped him out. Since then, the host has paid attention to this girl. The child found that she was shining everywhere, and fell in love with this girl deeply. For this girl, the boy wanted to become better. Years later, the boy became a wine taster and approached the girl, but the girl did not recognize him .”

Han Jiu said, and suddenly stopped listening.Song Yanjin raised the corners of his mouth when he heard this: "Then what happened later, did the girl recognize her?"

(End of this chapter)