"She loves flying chess, she loves reading, swinging, red dresses, and her dream is to have a cat. I call her Dream. ”

Wen Ru added a preference label to the unknown girl on the paper, noticed Song Jun's last sentence, and after pausing with the tip of the pen in the unknown place, she said in confusion, "Well, didn't she tell you her name?"

"No, she said her name was 'Dream'. Song Jun shook his head and said seriously.

Strange name, Wen Ru was stunned, but she seriously wrote a dream in the name column.

The girl in the painting still does not depict her facial features, which is a little weird.

Wen Ru asked, "So can Mr. Song see her face clearly?"

"No," Song Jun shook his head, "I still can't see her face clearly." ”

Noticing Wen Ru's doubts, "It's not that she doesn't have facial features, but it's like a mist covering her appearance." ”

Wen Ru nodded, dreams blocking his search.

"But strangely, I don't feel scared in my dreams. Song Jun continued, and then looked at Wen Ru's hair that was exposed when he lowered his head as he took notes, "Even if I think about it now, I won't feel scared and disgusted, on the contrary,"

Wen Ru looked up, waiting for his words.

Song Jun frowned slightly, "I feel very familiar with her and very close. ”

"Close?" Wen Ru asked.

"Yes, it's like the kind of closeness that I've known for a long time. Song Jun nodded.

Wen Ru nodded, and asked again, "I remember that Mr. Song once said that there was no impression of her in reality, so what about now?"

"Still not impressed. Song Jun shook his head.

Wen Ru recorded, and after a while, asked Song Jun, "Then Mr. Song is going to hypnotize today?"

"No," he shook his head, then looked up at the clock, "It's time, Miss Wen." ”

Mr. Song set a time for himself, and each consultation did not exceed half an hour, even if he spent a lot of money on consultation, he was not urgent or forced.

Wen Ru rarely sees such customers, probably a common problem of rich people, well, idle.

But that face is really pleasing to the eye, and the work is easy and not troublesome.

It turned out that unconsciously, the two had been chatting for a long time.

Song Jun got up and said to Wen Ru, "Then Miss Wen, see you next time." ”

"See you next time, Mr. Song. Wen Ru turned off the recording, smiled and got up to send him out.

His assistant was already waiting outside the door, nodding at Wen Ru and Pianpian, and when Song Jun got into the car, he left.

Pian Pian came up after Song Jun went out, and was a little curious to ask Wen Ru about the young president's consultation.

The sky is about to light up.

Xi Qi's eyelids moved, and he tightened his brows, he drank too much last night, only to feel dizzy and nauseous, and he was just about to raise his hand and press his temple, but there was a pause.

There is a shallow breath in the ear, regular and long.

His face instantly became gloomy, and the wind and rain were coming, so he opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

Then he froze in place.

But it was a familiar and unfamiliar face.

What is familiar is that this face, he has seen it up close for a year.

And the strangeness is because, after four years, she has matured, the baby fat on her face has faded, her chin is pointed, and she is a delicate melon seed face with a beautiful arc.

Just like he imagined many times how she would grow up.

"Rouge. He muttered, the frost-condensed eyes softening for a moment.

He's dreaming.

I even dreamed of a little girl.

After she suddenly appeared and disappeared four years ago, they waited in the apartment for a long time to believe that she really wouldn't show up again, but even so, the four of them would return to the apartment once a year to get together.

"The little girl has grown up. He sighed softly, and took pity on her emaciation, "It's just a little thinner." ”

"There's still some meat that's cuter. ”

He reached out to rub the little girl's hair.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang You's misty eyes instantly sobered up, and his eyes were cold.

Her voice was cold and distant, looking at him like she was looking at a stranger.

"I am—"

I'm your ice cube brother.

Xi Qi found that he couldn't speak, and even his body was not under his control.

Jiang Youyan's expression was very strange, she didn't miss the surprise in his eyes when she woke up and the hurt after hearing her words, but this was the weirdest thing, how could this person look at her with such crooked eyes.

Fortunately, in the blink of an eye, the person in front of him returned to his usual appearance of a kaolin flower on the outside, but it was actually black on the inside.

"What's wrong with Madame?" he asked.

Madame, what ma'am! Xi Qi was shocked by the words that came out of his mouth.

Jiang Youyan glanced at him, then shook his head and said coldly, "It's okay." ”

Then he got up from the bed and naturally straightened his clothes, and then lifted the hem of his skirt to step over him.

He directly grabbed Jiang Youyan's wrist.

Jiang Youyan frowned and looked at the hand.

"Madame's hair is in a mess. He chuckled, then raised his hand to pin a strand of hair from the corner of Jiang You's sideburns behind his ear.

Jiang Youyan didn't avoid his movements, just looked at his eyes that were always smiling, and frowned again.

Then I got off the house.

Outside the door, the maids waiting for orders rushed in.

After serving Jiang Yourou to the screen, he changed his clothes, cleaned his face and rinsed his mouth, and dressed up.

And during this period, he always watched Jiang Youyan's every move with a shallow smile and admired a work of art, without a trace of impatience.

Jiang Yourou glanced at the maid's reddish cheeks, and then glanced at the man who woke up strange today.

The man smiled at her.

Jiang Youyan retracted her gaze, lifted her skirt and walked out of the door.

The carved gate closes in front of the eyes, blocking out the light from the outside.

The man who originally had a light smile said in a voice like ice slag: "Why are you back again?"

What? Xi Qi, who also had an ice-like face, said suspiciously.

"Didn't you say that it was the last time you appeared!" the man asked, followed by a very disdainful mockery, "Why do you regret it?"

"Routing," Xi Qi didn't know why he was able to control this body again, and why he spoke in such a tone.

But the man immediately interrupted him, and his cold voice was dissatisfied with his title, "That's the king's wife." ”

This king?

The strangeness in front of him, which he had subconsciously ignored, immediately became profound.

A screen embroidered with cold plums, a bronze mirror on a dresser, a carved wooden chair, and a maid with water.

Wen Ru was so amused that she tapped her forehead with her fingertips, "This one has asked for secrecy, what's the matter, your hands are itchy?"

Wen Ru said that her itchy hands naturally wanted to paint.

"That's right," Pian Pian grabbed her shoulder, "People who come here love to dream, and the dreams are different, so people are curious, Sister Wen Ru, what is the dream of the president?"

also knew that Song Jun had signed a confidentiality agreement, and Wen Ru would not reveal anything, so he guessed for himself: "It's like thinking about opening up territory all day long, and there is a battlefield of corpses and mountains of blood in your dreams? Or when you were a child, you will come to solve it when you have a shadow?" Or, well, if the president has a love brain, there will be a goddess in his dreams?"

Pian Pian guessed while peeking at Wen Ru's expression, wanting to use the half-baked psychology she had learned to see a little bit from Wen Ru's face.

Wen Ru's expression was the same, she only took the cup to the coffee machine and poured a cup of coffee, and when she lowered her head, the edge of the cup covered the smile on her lips, well, she guessed it this time, there is indeed a goddess.