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Ji Yanshan's red Bentley was still dazzling on the high road in the capital, and Tang Ziyi fell asleep with his eyes closed beside him, his face extremely tired. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info At this time in the capital, there was already some congestion, and in the middle of the traffic, Ji Yanshan looked sideways at Tang Ziyi's face. Ten years have passed, the former boy has long faded from immaturity, thin cheeks, perfect lines, and the man who has passed the age of standing is more mature and more profound and charming.

But this is such a person, who is called the best single man by the media, but he has been by his side for ten years, and he has loved him for ten years, and even he is confused.

"What do you like about me?" Ji Yanshan looked at the motionless convoy in front of her and sighed slowly.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be so crazy. The man's voice was a little hoarse, faintly revealing a pleasant tone, which was extremely confusing in this confined space.

Ji Yanshan didn't expect him to be woken up by himself, but he just smiled faintly and said, "Sorry for waking you up." ”

Tang Ziyi hooked a tired smile on his lips, put Ji Yanshan's hand in the palm of his hand, and said, "Never have to say sorry."

The car stopped downstairs in his apartment, and he chuckled and pulled her out of the car. This apartment in the Third Ring Road is his and her residence. Because of her, he didn't live in the mansion, so he bought this duplex house, although it did not have the richness of the mansion, but it also had the warmth of home. There were no aunts hired to help, only the two of them lived here.

She lives here every day in the capital, and in this city, she is accommodated here.

She took out the door card from her handbag, swiped the door to enter, all the details of the room, there was her shadow, and her pursuit of beauty was almost strict.

The couple slippers he bought were side by side at the door, and the change of clothes prepared for him hung in the dressing room, he squatted down with a smile, took off the shoes on her feet, and put the white feet in the palm of his hand in the pink slippers, smiled gently at her, and entered the house.

When he came out of the bathroom, she was still wearing the long black dress, curled up on the sand, already asleep, her delicate eyebrows frowned, her petal-like lips slightly open, babbling and humming, her expression tired, and her delicate makeup could not be concealed.

His heart tightened again, and he sat down beside her, his fingers rubbing his fingers against her brow, trying to push the fold away, over and over again, with a reverent expression.

She rolled over and landed in his arms, so she picked her up horizontally, slowly walked to the bedroom on the second floor, and laid her on the bed. He pulled out a set of her loungewear from the cloakroom, carefully took off her long dress, and changed her pajamas without a thought, though every cell cried out for her longing. He sat at the head of the bed and looked at her, looking doting. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and walked through the cloakroom into his room next door.

After choosing a recipe from the study in his room, Tang Ziyi plunged into the kitchen. Wearing an apron, patiently washing and chopping vegetables, there is no difference from other ordinary men, but his knife skills are much stronger than ordinary people. He caught a glimpse of himself reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window of the kitchen, and couldn't help laughing, the man with a gentle apron in front of him, the entrepreneur with a serious face on the cover of a financial magazine, and the unbridled son in the aristocratic circle of the capital, were actually the same person.

But he seems to prefer himself at the moment. She was extremely sensitive to smells, and also out of professional needs, she was insulated from the smell of cooking smoke from the beginning, but she didn't like the food in the restaurant outside, let alone have an aunt to serve at home, so he took on the responsibility of cooking. From the beginning, I didn't even know how to cut vegetables, but now I have a little success in my craft.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that the year he first met her, she was dancing with him imagining the future husband of the future, and she said, "I want a man who can make me breakfast every day." ”

He guessed that Xu Dujiang would not be such a person. And he always has a chance to become that kind of person.

She woke up to his soft kiss and leaned into his arms in a daze. Satisfied, he buried his head in her long, rubbed it for a while, and said, "Shanshan, I like your black head. She snorted twice and said vaguely: "Su Ming said that this color is beautiful, so I tried it." Tang Ziyi pursed his lips, but didn't say anything. He only picked up the woman in his arms and walked out slowly, the woman's slender arms hung around his neck, and her little head leaned on his chest, so that his whole heart was filled with tenderness, and he kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Putting her on the table and smiling and stuffing the chopsticks into her hand, she came to her senses and looked at the table of dishes he cooked, suddenly not knowing what to say, only smiling shallowly.

He looked at her with a gentle face, like a child waiting to be praised. She sighed, his affection weighing on her too heavy to bear. The initial willfulness and wantonness have precipitated in the past ten years, forming a warm vein for her to integrate into her bones and blood. Ten years ago, the flamboyant told her that Ziyi was an arbitrary big boy, but ten years later, he smoothed out all the willfulness for her.

In this city under a magnifying glass, they are always the focus of the lens. Countless people are thirsty to dig out the details of their lives, and thirsty for them will be peeled back layer by layer by himself that he closely protects.

After a thousand assumptions, people never thought that in the past ten years, the most intimate between them was to hug each other and sleep, and there was never any more kissing.

Tang Ziyi guarded her for ten years. After living together for five years, she clearly knows that Tang Ziyi has a deep and strong obsession with herself, but she still refrains from patience. In the confused night, he gasped and struggled to leave, leaning over her ear and whispering, "Shanshan, I can't and won't hurt you until you're willing to be my bride."

"Taste it, I haven't cooked for you in a long time, and I don't know if I've regressed. He pretended not to see the emotions surging in her eyes, and it was still Tang Ziyi, who was warm and affectionate.

Her tears fell into the rice bowl one by one, and the hand holding the chopsticks trembled. Tang Ziyi walked quickly to her, squatted down to look at her, wiped her tears with his fingers, and said, "Shanshan." ”

She was still just crying, crying and crying and only feeling wronged, so she put her arms around his neck and sobbed one by one. Tang Ziyi touched the mobile phone on the side, and there were traces of wrinkling on his brows.

"Ziyi, no, no one else has wronged me, with you, who would dare?" Ji Yanshan smiled.

Tang Ziyi sighed, stood up, pulled Ji Yanshan into his arms, a smile appeared on his lips, and said in a low voice: "Shanshan, be good, don't cry." ”

Ji Yanshan smelled the bamboo fragrance on his body, and suddenly, he didn't understand why he was wronged. To be continued.