"So we were a natural pair." Ji Ruxu watched her bandage him, her movements were careful and gentle, and a shallow smile appeared in her eyes.

"Ji Ruxu, to be honest, you really hate it." Song Weilan glanced up at him, and his subordinates suddenly used force to tie the silk scarf to stop the bleeding.

He didn't make a sound, just frowned slightly, then curled the corners of his mouth and raised the hand wrapped with the silk scarf in front of her eyes, "This silk scarf is 300,000." ”

Song Weilan pouted: "Bragging, not drafting." ”

Then thinking of his identity, Song Weilan turned his back and took out his mobile phone, and secretly searched for the same silk scarf on the Internet, the price was 360,000 yuan, and he said 60,000 yuan less.

"What do you mean?" She turned her head to look at him warily, and the bastard probably thought about how to trick her again.

"Cheque or transfer?" He reached for her chin, his eyes sparkling with a smile.

Song Weilan blew his hair, slapped his hand away and stood up: "It's your wound that is wrapped, let me give money, you can figure it out!" ”

"I didn't let you use it." Ji Ruxu's expression was innocent.

"You just say you want to be shameless? Do you want to be shameless? Song Weilan took a sip of the red wine on the table, how can a person be so brazen as this, is this bastard a child? In the last second, he was angry and threatened her, and this second he actually blackmailed her shamelessly.

This is the most frustrated time since Song Weilan awakened the mind reading technique, and what Ji Ruxu is thinking in his heart is even more difficult to guess than the structure of a black hole.

After a glass of red wine, Song Weilan suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and she wondered why her head was so dizzy? She took a glass with a dry mouth just now, thinking it was water.

Song Weilan's alcohol consumption is a mystery, beer is drunk as water, and a glass of red wine is poured, and she didn't even notice this.

"You bad old man, ...... Drugged. She pointed to the handsome face that was getting hazy in front of her, and fell down on him.

Ji Ruxu held her, the expression on her face was full of helplessness, when would she be able to trust him more.

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When Song Weilan woke up, he was already on the bed in his room, the air conditioner on his body was meticulously covered, the sleep light was on in the room, and there was a cup of honey water on the bedside table, and a post-it note was pressed under the cup.

With a little sore head, Song Weilan rubbed her temples and sat up, reaching out to take the post-it note.

Hangover.

There are only two words on the post-it note, and the handwriting is beautiful and vigorous.

Is she drunk? Song Weilan looked at the honey water on the bedside table and was a little stunned, so she misunderstood him again?

"He deserves it, why should I feel guilty." Song Weilan muttered to herself, lying down on her back and staring at the ceiling, she said it so clearly, she couldn't be with him.

Tossing and turning on the bed and unable to sleep, with an uncomfortable headache, Song Weilan finally couldn't help but get up and drink the glass of honey water.

The sweetness of the water is just right, it won't be very good, Ji Ruxu doesn't have a general understanding of her taste, she likes sweets with a sweetness of six or seven points, and the desserts he sent to him before were just right, which is why she took it for granted that Chen's mother prepared it for her, because in Song Weilan's cognition, except for Chen's mother, no one knows her eating habits so clearly.

Song Weilan turned on his phone and looked at the time, it was 23:50, and it was still too late.

She opened WeChat and found Ji Ruxu's WeChat, and her WeChat name was changed by her to a nasty old man.

Happy birthday.

She typed four words in the input box, hesitated for a few seconds and then deleted it, this blessing is sent over, will the bastard get an inch?

Just an ordinary birthday wish, shouldn't it be, just treat him as a friend? Song Weilan was entangled, her fingers casually touching the screen.

The WeChat prompt suddenly sounded, startling her hands.

The WeChat message was sent by Ji Ruxu: Is this a confession? I accepted.