She curled her lips, with a little grievance in her voice, and said that he was not: "you wait for me in the dining room, get out of the car, ignore me, even don't eat dinner, hide in the study and don't want to see me."

He looked down at her. His sharp fingers passed through her back, took her into his arms, put his other hand around her waist, and whispered, "is there anything else?"

After he came back, he had changed his clothes. He was wearing a black zipper cardigan. Her cheek was attached to his clothes. The sweater of excellent quality was soft and soft, and the tip of his nose was the cold fragrance of his clothes.

She took a breath, and her depression was reduced at this moment. She thought about it and continued, "I didn't take my seat belt off."

His silent raised lips, low voice accompanied by warm breath, showing a particularly bewitching: "continue."

Her nasal voice is a little heavy, some emotions are hard in her throat: "did not open the door for me."

"Well."

"No dinner with me."

"Leisurely." The man hugged the woman in his arms, and her name overflowed between his lips and teeth. This kind address seemed to come from the deep throat with a lingering echo. "Can I understand that you depend on me?"

She forgot when he began to call her in private. She was used to this kind of address, and she received it very smoothly: "can't I rely on you?"

Ji Jinchuan's deep quiet eyes lifted the slight waves, and his hoarse voice became tense: "of course you can."

Her head was pressed in his arms, so her voice was stuffy when she spoke: "you said that reminds me that I can't rely on you too much. You are always cloudy and uncertain. Maybe you will often do so in the future, so I still have to form the habit of independence by myself."

"No more." He released her, took her by the shoulders and let her out of his arms. His eyes were locked on her face. His deep voice was gentle and powerful, and he repeated, "never again."

She lowered her eyelashes, her eyes fell on the zipper of his sweater, and on her shoulder were men's powerful hands. She whispered, "I'll talk about it later."

He raised her jaw, let her eyes and his eyes on, he squinted his eyes, closed the dark awn at the bottom of his eyes, locked her clear black eyes, and his voice was gentle and low: "you don't believe it."

"It's going to be so long. Who knows what's going to happen."

The variable of life is too big, so big that she can't easily believe those nihilistic things in the future.

Just like she and Gu Jinchen, they were as good as glue, but in the end?

Or to an irreparable step.

As her voice fell, Ji Jinchuan almost subconsciously frowned. He looked down at her warm and quiet face, and her black and bright eyes on the top. He sighed softly, and his voice was almost imperceptible.

He leaned over her forehead and gave her a kiss: "the food should be cold. Go down to eat."

She looked up at him with expectation in her eyes: "what about you?"

He touched her head, put his arm around her waist and went out of the study: "was it not just that I accused me of not eating with you?"

she secretly told herself that the man needed to make complaints about it. If she didn't take the initiative to find him today, would the two be cold war for days and nights?

Wu Ma saw the two people coming down. All the worries on her face just now faded away. She went to the kitchen to get a pair of chopsticks and served Ji Jinchuan with rice.

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