Ji Shuman's big round eyes had a smile in them.

Like to him, and like to someone else.

Xu Zhiyuan shushed Ji Shuman and asked warmly, "Shuman, didn't you practice again after I left?" ”

Ji Shuman raised his eyes and glanced in the rearview mirror, Song Cangyuan looked ahead with no expression on his face.

Ji Shuman hooked his lips and smiled, "Well, I went to the locker room to change clothes after you left, and I didn't do anything." ”

Song Cangyuan frowned when he heard this, and the hand on the steering wheel involuntarily clenched a little, and the bone joints were slightly white.

Ji Shuman, but her face was not red and her heart was smiling, like a poisonous flower, blooming.

Richie was right, she was indeed a goblin, a man-eating goblin, a lying goblin.

Mochizuki Sanso is a large private mansion in the middle of nowhere.

Chinese courtyard style, blue tiles and white walls, cloister lattice windows, and a few red lanterns under the eaves, chic and charm coexist.

The boss of the business is Song Cangyuan's old friend, a decent couple in their fifties, called Uncle Zhang and sister-in-law.

Although Song Cangyuan grew up abroad, he built Italian and Chinese architecture for ten minutes.

He believes that the beauty of Western aesthetics cannot be compared with the beauty of Chinese harmony and harmony.

The romance of Xu is Chinese is already engraved in the DNA.

At the beginning, Song Cangyuan took a fancy to this garden at a glance, and in order to retain the original site, he specially funded the Zhang family and his wife to live and take care of it, and the money earned belonged to the couple.

Private dishes are not open to the public, only for friends.

Song Cangyuan stood in the courtyard, chatted with the couple for a few words, turned around and followed everyone through the hall, straight into the warm box.

The antique room interior, the pineapple wood carved furniture exudes a light fragrance, calligraphy, painting and poetry, and the pen and ink in the study room.

The box is divided by a screen of ancient paintings of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, and the room is diffused with wisps of sandalwood, which makes people feel calm.

Ji Shuman sat between Xu Zhiyuan and Mo Xin, and the three of them seemed to be talking happily.

Li Qi drank tea alone on the side, occasionally raising his eyes to look at the three of them, but most of the time his eyes would stay on Ji Shuman's face.

Ji Shuman didn't feel it, she deliberately dodged to avoid Li Qi's gaze.

Song Cangyuan entered the box with a cold air, his face was still calm, his eyes were cold, his gaze unconsciously fell on Ji Shuman's body, and his eyebrows couldn't help frowning.

Ji Shuman was wearing a white slim dress, outlining thin and thin shoulders, the black hair tail swept the snow-white skin of her shoulders and neck, and there was a cartoon band-aid on her neck, and her pink lips were slightly red and swollen.

Ji Shuman raised her eyes to meet his.

His eyes were bright, his black pupils were clear and innocent, and his white little hands were holding the teacup tightly, cautiously like a panicked deer.

Mo Xin saw Ji Shuman's nervousness, glanced at Song Cangyuan, and said, "Cangyuan, don't be so serious, Shumana is going to be scared by you." ”

smiled at Ji Shuman: "Shuman, you don't have to be nervous, Uncle Song is usually used to such an old cadre's face, he looks serious and old-fashioned, don't worry, he doesn't like you." ”

"Oh, it's okay, I'm naturally timid, it's none of Uncle Song's business, thank you Sister Mo Xin!"

Ji Shuman shook his head lightly, smiled sweetly at Mo Xin, his eyes were crooked, of course he had to like himself!

Song Cangyuan and Li Qi were chatting over tea, as if they were chatting about work matters, and did not pay attention to their meaning.

The private dishes are cooked with firewood, pay attention to the original taste, serve the dishes slowly, and entertain a table a day, but the taste is excellent.

After the dishes were served, Uncle Zhang took out a jar of 30-year-old rice wine, saying that it was to remove the fishy smell of seafood and invited them to taste it.

Xu Zhiyuan picked up a piece of pan-fried cod and fed it to Ji Shuman, "Shuman, you try this." ”

Ji Shuman's face was shy, but he also opened his mouth to take it cooperatively and tasted it carefully.

Then he smiled at Xu Zhi'an with a bright face, "Brother Zhiyuan, it's delicious." ”

Xu Zhiyuan smiled contentedly, and naturally reached out to wipe the corners of Ji Shuman's mouth.

Mo Xin looked at the talented and beautiful young couple, and was happy, nodding and smiling with satisfaction.

She raised her hand to cover her mouth, leaned into Song Cangyuan's ear and whispered.

Song Cangyuan frowned, and put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand without taking a few bites.

"Cangyuan, what's wrong with you? Not to your liking? ”

Mo Xin looked at Song Cangyuan's lack of interest and asked.

"I drank too much tea, I don't have much appetite, I'll go to the yard for a walk, and you eat slowly."

Song Cangyuan got up and walked out of the box.

The box was not cold because he left.

On the contrary, the atmosphere is more relaxed and wanton.

Mo Xin asked Xu Zhiyuan to pour wine for Li Qi, the crab fat wine was fragrant, and a few people pushed the cup to change the lamp, and the sea and the sky were wide and the mountains were open.

Ji Shuman excused himself to be unwell, so he pushed back the wine glass that Li Qi had sent over five times.

Xu Zhiyuan sympathized with her and served her soup and vegetables, so she was not courteous.

Ji Shuman thanked him repeatedly.

Mo Xin grabbed her hand and sighed, "Shuman, sister, I like you very much, you are such a beautiful girl who will marry Xiaoyuan in the future, and it can be regarded as a pity that I helped Xiaoyuan's mother." ”