The first thing Song Yumo did when he returned to the hotel was to wash away the smell of tobacco and alcohol during social engagements, and tossed out the spare clothes that Ji Tang had sorted for him. He took a light gray home clothes from it and put them on. Because he had just taken a shower, his short hair looked fluffy and refreshing, and the wise and calm atmosphere on weekdays faded a lot.

Outside, Song Tu stood under the wall light and asked softly whether he would ask the front desk to order a meal.

Song Yumo didn't eat anything at the business party, and he didn't have much appetite at the moment, so he didn't ask Song Tu to arrange it.

After that, he walked to the sofa in the center of the living room and sat down. He picked up the black phone that had not sounded before with a slender and cold hand, opened it and read it. The interface of the text message was still stuck at the contact person-[Ji Tang]

It's eleventh and thirty, and it's going to be early in half an hour.

It also means that the whole day is about to end.

Song Yumo turned his fingers up against the screen, which were the sweet text messages Ji Tang usually sent him.

He has no habit of clearing text messages, so he keeps every one.

——[Husband, remember to have a meal when you are on a business trip.]

——[I also miss my husband today. It’s so hard for me to support me to make money. When I think about it, I feel so touched and loved my husband. I, Ji Tang, must have been the woman who saved the Milky Way in my previous life to marry you.]

——[My husband is on the third day of his business trip. Every second I leave my husband, I feel like I spend my days at home. I miss you so much. My husband works hard for work and loves you.]

——[Husband, it’s raining in the city you are on a business trip today. Remember to wear more warm clothes when you go out. My husband is the most handsome.]

...

Song Yumo had a rare time tonight and read all the short messages that Ji Tang sent him word by word.

His deep eyebrows and eyes were not obvious, and his long fingers were stuck on the contact person. He hesitated for a second or two and wanted to go back to a past, and soon, the time on his phone showed that the early morning had passed.

Song Yumo still maintained his usual calmness, stretching his elbows to his knees and holding his cell phone.

I was indifferently thinking, what could I say when I sent her a text message?

It seems that I didn't think of any excuses for a while.

So there was no movement for a long time.

Until he heard a message prompt and came back to his senses.

On the mobile phone interface, the call prompts that the person is not Ji Tang.

But her second brother: [Ji Duzhou].

The top floor suite of this business hotel where Song Yumo stayed, there is a panoramic open-air balcony outside the living room. Standing there, you can overlook the bustling night view of the city, which is very suitable for chatting with friends.

Ten minutes later.

He stood straight on the edge of the balcony, looking silently at the bustling streets under the tall buildings, his slender fingers holding glasses, and after a while, he moved his gaze to the man with a bookish spirit standing a few steps away.

Ji Duzhou is a good friend he has made in the collection industry for many years. Both of them have the same temper and have a wide range of interests. In recent years, they often spare no effort to collect Chinese paintings, antique porcelain, etc. around the world.

Seeing that he was coming, Song Yumo nodded politely to him, and first chatted with a few words about staying in the same hotel without any pain.

Song Tu immediately brought a glass of red wine. Ji Duzhou was quite healthy and did not raise his hand to answer. The voice from his thin lips was clean and clear: "It is not advisable to drink too much at night. Give me a glass of warm milk, thank you."

If Ji Tang was also present, seeing this scene would only roll your eyes so bored that you would roll your eyes.

Song Tu was very calm because the glass on his hand was also filled with hot fresh milk.

Such famous businessmen like them often talk about the most expensive business at the wine shop and enjoy the top service treatment. They always give the outside world a powerful aura of behavior.

But when I got home, maybe no one expected that I would know how to cultivate myself and cultivate my nature to this extent.

After Song Tu warmed up a glass of warm milk and handed it to Ji Duzhou, he consciously stepped down.

Don't dare to eavesdrop on the corners.

When there were no idle people waiting, Ji Duzhou drank a sip of hot milk to moisten his throat and placed his eyes on Song Yumo who was looking down at his phone. It seemed that he rarely saw such an abnormal side of his friend. He sneered faintly: "Are you worried?"

Song Yumo also noticed his abnormality tonight, but after his agent Duzhou asked this, he quickly figured it out.

It was because Ji Tang refused to accompany her on a business trip.

Haven't sent him a text message yet.

So he did not hide his disobedience, and his tone was slowly and flat. If he had not admitted it himself, it would be because of this, just looking at his dull face, he would not have seen any concern.

A man with too high IQ is more likely to fall into confusion between men and women.

Because feelings are the least bound by any framework and will not obey any rules and arrangements.

Ji Duzhou pondered for a moment and said, "She just blocked me today."

Upon hearing this, Song Yumo pointed to the page of his mobile phone WeChat, and after a few strokes, he closed it as if nothing had happened.

"Did you offend her?"

His tone of voice was very light, but he paused for a moment.

He looked at Ji Duzhou and seemed to wonder if this second brother-in-law offended Ji Tang, which caused him to be in charge of nine tribes?

Ji Duzhou also suspected this brother-in-law in this way. His sharp and beautiful face was reflected very seriously by the lights, which made his words sound credible: "My sister has been famous for her good temper since she was a child. She has never quarreled with me or scolded me... This time she blocked me. Did you ignore her while on a business trip and work?"

Song Yumo directly denied this accusation because he sincerely invited Ji Tang last night.

"She won't."

Ji Duzhou thought: "The three years of itch must be because she has lost the freshness of you and is tired of you."

The subtext of this sentence is nothing more than warning Song Yumo: You are finished, you are going to be divorced.

Song Yumo frowned for two seconds without leaving any trace, and interpreted the deeper meaning from Ji Duzhou's understatement.

He suddenly realized that he had an affair with a male artist who had a very famous name in the entertainment industry and could not remember anyone.

How did she explain at that time?

It means that the male artist doesn't know him at all, and just has afternoon tea with his best friend.

Song Yumo's understanding of Ji Tang's wife was four-fifths from Ji Duzhou, and one-fifth was slowly discovered in the short time she spent with her on weekdays.

So he didn't know who Ji Tang's best friend was, and whether the one named Lu Ning was a real best friend.

Song Yumo's dark eyes rippled slightly, and he looked at Ji Duzhou's eyes silently.

The two men seemed to have reached a certain consensus at this moment. They held the glass with slender and distinct fingers, and calmly drank a sip of hot milk.

...

At three in the morning, most people are already asleep.

However, Song Tu was still working diligently for his boss. After two hours, he finally sorted out all the information about the male artist who had a rumor with Ji Tang since his debut.

On the sofa in the living room, two or three floor lamps with warm yellow halos reflected in the late night.

Song Yumo and Ji Duzhou sat opposite each other, with their silhouettes very beautiful, looking at dozens of pages of information in a breeze.

If someone from the outside world could see this scene, he would probably not dream of dreaming that two male gods who dominate the capital market would waste their time on such boring things if they don’t go to bed in the middle of the night or work overtime.

But Song Yumo read the information of this male artist word for word, put his left hand on the coffee table, and knocked his bones casually.

Moonlight shone in outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window. Ji Duzhou pressed the information page and said, "Before my sister married into the Song family, I cried for three days and three nights, so I would not be confused by this kind of person."

Song Yumo's eyes were filled with a thick ink-like color, which was Xin Ji Duzhou's words.

Ji Tang loves him very much.

Ji Duzhou felt that there was nothing to see, so he commented seriously: "I look quite white, and my sister also likes this kind of white-skinned man."

Song Yumo looked sideways, swept him coldly, and told Song Tu to come over.

“Troubled.”

He threw the information lightly into Song Tu's hand.

This sentence is handled, and naturally it does not mean literally throwing it into the trash can.

Ji Duzhou leaned back on the back of the sofa, turned the two jade rings on his slender fingers, and raised his eyebrows: "His information has a criminal record?"

Song Yumo stood up expressionlessly and walked towards the master bedroom, without any intention of stopping.

A low voice that is difficult to distinguish between emotions is thrown behind you:

"Maybe."

...

For the next three days, Song Yumo was on a business trip in Jiangcheng and did not return.

Just like being a professional lady who has been on holiday all year round, Ji Tang did not send him any more text messages, but locked herself in the master bedroom upstairs every day and was autistic!

Yes! She is autistic.

When she thought of Ji Duzhou's obedience over the past few years, she became more and more angry when she thought about it.

If it weren't for the time when I got married, I would have had a breakup with the three men of the Ji family.

Ji Tang even wanted to go back to Ji's villa and ask Ji Duzhou where his conscience is, his heart and lungs are black.

In the morning, Ji Tang woke up and gave herself a perfect skin care process. After being depressed and dressed up so delicately that she had a flash, she casually put on a blue nightgown, turned on the indoor air conditioner to the most comfortable temperature, hugged her big white pillow, and nestled on the soft and wide sofa to watch the show.

These days, she has found several domestic dramas from wealthy families, which are clearly called: "The CEO's Divorce Two or Three Things", "After cheating", and "The Temptation of the Wife of the Wealthy Family Home"

Ji Tang likes the most about a plot in which the heroine is forced to marry into a wealthy family by her family. After suffering from torture for several years, she finally successfully divorced and then met the true emperor. At this time, the heroine's president's ex-husband was diagnosed with cancer. After being lonely and helpless, no one cared about her, she realized the goodness of the heroine.
To be continued...