Ji Shuman walked up to Song Cangyuan and called him timidly, in a well-behaved and gentle voice.

Song Cangyuan raised his eyes slightly, his fingers quickly extinguished the unfinished cigarette in the ashtray, and turned his face to look at her.

The white turtleneck dress looked a little loose on the girl, but it was much better than the short, thin red dress she had worn last night, at least it didn't show any dew where it should be covered.

It's still white for her, and the whole person looks well-behaved and docile.

But the watch on her wrist was very old, and it didn't look like anything she would like at her age.

Song Cangyuan got up, "Let's go!" I'll send you home. ”

Ji Shuman's innocent black round eyes widened, "Uncle Song, can you send me to Xianghai Road?" My friend's studio. ”

The studio was opened by her and Fang Muyan, Fang Muyan is responsible for external affairs, she is responsible for teaching, and it is convenient for her to concentrate on painting, which is a professional counterpart and just passes the time.

After all, her father's only hope for her was to marry a good man.

The Ji family, I'm afraid they can't accommodate her for a long time.

"Good! Did you tell your father? ”

Song Cangyuan looked back at her, the morning light sprinkled on his handsome face, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his thin lips were moist.

Gentle as jade, humble gentleman, but that's it!

"Hmm!" Ji Shuman's big round eyes blinked, and she nodded softly.

When I called my father last night, he didn't ask her where she was, he just said he knew.

Wang Yunyun doesn't care about her, she wishes she didn't go home.

At the door of the hotel, Song Cangyuan's black Cayenne was already parked there.

Seeing him coming, the waiter wearing white gloves stepped forward and respectfully presented it with both hands, "Mr. Song, your car keys." ”

Song Cangyuan took out his wallet from the pocket of his clothes, then took out a few red banknotes, stretched out his hand and handed them to the waiter, took the key, and bowed slightly, "Thank you!" ”

Then he opened the passenger door and turned his head to look at the girl behind him.

Ji Shuman lifted the skirt and sat in the co-pilot.

Song Cangyuan held the car door with his hand and still didn't close, seeing that she didn't move again, his Adam's apple slid down, "Shuman, fasten your seat belt!" ”

Ji Shuman raised her eyes, like poresless skin, young and pink, her big round eyes were sparkling, and her pink and red lips were moving.

Song Cangyuan swallowed his saliva and sighed slightly, bent down and lowered his head, reached out and pulled out the seat belt buckle behind her and pulled it past her chest.

"Click" The seat belt is gently buckled.

The movements were brisk and skillful, without dragging mud and water, and did not even touch her body.

It's just the girl's fragrance pouring into his nose that makes him frown slightly.

He quickly let go of his hand and leaned back into the carriage, closing the door.

Turning around and sighing lightly, he walked around the front of the car and into the cab.

After the car started, Ji Shuman's beautiful round eyes were turning, looking out of the car window, feeling very curious, after all, he had not been in China for ten years, and he was really a little unaccustomed.

Song Cangyuan stared ahead without squinting, his face was calm, and he looked ascetic and cold.

"Uncle Song, the underwear you bought for me fits perfectly!"

Ji Shuman suddenly made a sound.

When Song Cangyuan heard this, his fingers on the steering wheel trembled slightly.

"Hmm!" There was a slight sound in his throat, and he still didn't look at Ji Shuman.

"Uncle Song, your hands are so accurate! Do you often buy underwear for Sister Mo Xin? ”

Ji Shuman turned his face to look at Song Cangyuan, with an innocent look on his face, and a smile hidden in his eyes.

"Just buy it."

Song Cangyuan's brows frowned slightly, a little annoyance rose in his heart, and he raised his hand to touch the center console and turn on the music.

The confined space is surrounded by three-dimensional music, which makes people feel happy physically and mentally, and it is a pure music "Horizon".

"Uncle Song, you also like this pure music?" Ji Shumanan asked Song Cangyuan happily.

This one in her playlist is in her favorite favorite, and she always listens to it when she's in a bad mood.

"Mo Xin likes it."

Song Cangyuan replied sincerely.

The music in the car was all under Mo Xin, he just thought it was pretty good.

Ji Shuman's eyes were suddenly filled with loss and coldness, and he lowered his eyes.

His eyes touched the rose-patterned platinum ring on his ring finger, and he felt a tingling in his heart.

In her mind, Mo Xin's amorous face made her mood complicated.

His white fingers clenched his watch, his water-red nails sunk into his pink skin, and he bit his lower lip and stopped talking.

And Song Cangyuan wore Bluetooth to talk to people in English, saying some professional terms that she was not familiar with.

It wasn't until he got out of the car that Ji Shuman's face showed a well-behaved smile again.

"Thank you, Uncle Song!"

Song Cangyuan hung up the phone and turned his head to look at her.

Is that harmless pink face really the same person as last night?

Last night, the man who surrounded him like a snake demon in the dark, and was full of amorous feelings in his arms, could not overlap with the girl in front of him.

And the sloppy sound still seems to be ringing in my ears......