Lin Yimian pretended not to hear, and left with Tong Wanxiu as usual.

It is a matter of time before Song Wenli and Cheng Xin get married, and it is normal for the two to get along with each other in private.

For a period of time, Lin Yimian was busy translating articles for the publishing house, and he stayed in the rental house without going out.

At noon on Monday, she took the translation to the publisher's editor. After an afternoon of whirling, the other party finally relented and raised her salary for a thousand-word translation. After talking, the sky has become very dark, and she plans to find a random noodle restaurant for dinner, but she accidentally bumps into an acquaintance.

"Senior sister, what a coincidence, are you also here for dinner?" Song Nuanyang came over to greet her happily with a black schoolbag on his back.

Lin Yimian nodded and politely exchanged a few words with him.

"Senior sister, why don't I invite you to eat, I just have some questions for you."

Song Nuanyang is Lin Yimian's junior and a junior this year. Before she graduated, the relationship between the two was actually good. But on the day she graduated, Song Nuanyang confessed to her. After thinking for a moment, Lin Yimian said euphemistically: "Next time, I'll have something to do later." ”

"Senior sister, just a few documents, soon." Song Nuanyang stood in front of her and pleaded, "I'm in my father's company now, I can't understand anything, and I work overtime until late every day, so you can help me." ”

"Since it's a company document, I can't read it even more." Lin Yimian said resolutely, "You always have to learn to solve problems by yourself, and you can't always think of asking for help." ”

Song Nuanyang opened his mouth and didn't say anything more, but called "brother".

Lin Yimian suddenly had a bad premonition, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Song Wenli, who was dressed in casual clothes, standing there. He doesn't wear a suit, he doesn't look so unattainable, but he still gives a sense of unprofanity. And Cheng Xin, who was standing next to him, seemed very enthusiastic.

She first called "Sister Yimian", and then beckoned to Song Nuanyang.

"Nuan Yang, why are you here? No wonder Uncle Xiao said that you haven't been home lately, it turns out that you are chasing people here. ”

When Song Wenli heard this, his dark gaze suddenly swept towards Lin Yimian. The latter was dressed in a pure white cotton skirt, and her slightly curly hair was scattered over her shoulders. His skin is fair, and his face is very bright. It looks pure and lustful, and it's really easy to be fascinated.

Lin Yimian ignored Cheng Xin, and also avoided Song Wenli's substantive gaze. She turned her head back and said to Song Nuanyang, "Then I'll go first." ”

Song Nuanyang reluctantly stared at Lin Yimian's back, but because of Song Wenli's presence, he didn't dare to chase after him.

"Still watching, it seems that our warm sun really likes Sister Yimian." Cheng Xin quietly observed Song Wenli while joking.

Song Wenli didn't have any expression, picked up Song Nuanyang and walked to the car.

*

Lin Yimian had just finished taking a shower, flipped out the manuscript and was about to start translating, when the mobile phone vibrated at the bedside.

She walked over and picked it up and saw that it was a message from Song Wenli, only two short words - down.

Lin Yimian estimated that he was here for Song Nuanyang's business, and the conversation would not be too long, so he didn't change his clothes, and went downstairs in cotton pajamas.

She stood in front of the car and knocked on the window, Song Wenli unlocked the car, "Get in the car." ”

It was very warm in the car, and Lin Yimian couldn't help but put his hand close to the heating vent. She has a pair of hands, and her fingers are slender and delicate, like hand models on advertisements wearing jewelry exhibitions. Noticing Song Wenli's gaze on her, Lin Yimian took the lead in explaining: "I just met Song Nuanyang by chance today, and I deleted his contact information a long time ago, you know." ”

Song Wenli's gaze was faint, but the tone of his voice was mocking, "You have always been very good at hooking up with people." ”

"You can hook up with anyone, but," he said coldly, "Song Nuanyang can't." ”

Lin Yimian smiled, put his hand on his leg, and his slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes were shining, like a seductive little fox.

"Hook up with anyone?" She licked her lips and whispered, "Is it okay to hook up with you?" ”