It was late at night and people were quiet.

Ji Tang's words are particularly clear in the quiet space of the bedroom.

The halo of the wall lamp makes Song Yumo's side face look extremely delicate, and his deep and quiet eyes are somewhat unclear, and his gaze is calm and focused on her.

At this moment, it seemed to remind him of the details of the two's marriage in the past three years.

Since Song Yumo became the heir to the Song family, he has become more mature and rational than his peers, and has less willful and arbitrary behavior as a young man. He is used to pretending to be perfectly without any weaknesses in his daily life. He rarely has a real heart with others, and gradually develops a heartless and unrestrained temperament.

When he learned abroad that the Song family had fallen in love with a fiancée for him.

When his surname was Ji and his name was Ji Tang, he suddenly had a strange and subtle emotion in his heart.

Of course, the two had never met before and did not know each other.

What Ji Tang didn't know was that Song Yumo had heard of her existence several years ago.

I saw Ji Duzhou from his mouth and circle of friends, and I saw her dozens of times.

Song Yumo did not refuse to accept this fiancée. In order to formally cultivate his relationship, he ended his work of developing the European market in advance, and asked his elders at home to make arrangements. He took the time to date her three times.

Although the process is as rigid and boring as ordinary blind dates, there is nothing outrageous or impressive about it.

In order to take care of her fiancée's mood, Song Yumo would occasionally call her.

Maybe he is not good at talking with girls, and he ends early if he can't chat for two minutes. On the contrary, as long as he is taciturn, Ji Tang will say a few more words to him in the text message.

Later, he gradually got used to Ji Tang unilaterally sending him messages to him to ask about his well-being.

Song Yumo could vaguely have a premonition that perhaps she prefers such a couple's communication pattern.

...

The atmosphere is quiet for a long time.

Ji Tang found that Song Yumo's eyes were floating and changing, as if he was examining something, and his back seemed to be soaked in an instant by a chill. Could it be that she had failed because of her words?

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard Song Yumo ask slowly with a low voice: "The woman who loves me the most is not you, is it my mother?"

Ji Tang: "..."

This is true.

Looking around, I am afraid that the woman who is the most selfless dedication to Song Yumo in the whole world belongs to Mrs. Song of the Song family.

Back then, she was too perfect and standardized in character creation. After accidentally being attracted by the Song family, Mrs. Song directly told the whole wealthy top circle the next day: Ji Tang was her future daughter-in-law selected by many people. Which family wants to compete for people? Let’s first see if she has the capital strength.

Ji Tang rolled his eyes secretly. Song Yumo might not know what his mother did in private, but he must be able to feel this great maternal love.

Soon, her woman's little thoughts revolve around the last unfinished topic

"Excluding women with blood ties, no woman has ever admired or confessed to you?"

Song Yumo thought for two seconds: "No."

Ji Tang was shocked and suspected that he had heard it wrong.

His eyes stared at him in a daze, thinking a little unbelievably that Song Yumo's love history was as clean as a piece of white paper?

Song Yumo felt that it was normal. A man’s charm did not need to be reflected in how many women and exes had.

After a while.

Ji Tang calmed down his surprise, so as not to be as if he had never seen the world before. She pursed her lips and threw back the cell phone she had held with her thin white fingers to the dog man: "There is nothing good to look at."

Song Yumo even ignored her text messages on his mobile phone, let alone other women's text messages.

Just as Song Yumo's thin lips were moving and he was about to continue saying something, the doorbell outside the master bedroom interrupted first. He glanced at Ji Tang who turned his face, got up first, and walked outside.

Within two minutes, I brought back two more shopping bags and sprays.

Song Yumo sat back on the chair beside the bed, first wiped the long, distinctive fingers with two tissues, and slowly removed the transparent packaging of the spray, and his eyes fell to her feet covered with the quilt.

In fact, Ji Tang didn't take this little injury seriously, in her opinion, it was just a big deal.

Besides, she was still angry and had not yet calmed down, and she was too lazy to pretend that Song Yumo was condescending to give her medicine. She had to perform a professional drama that was touched and she cried on the spot.

Song Yumo lifted the quilt, held her snow-white and soft calf with her fingertips, and gently placed it on his knees.

The spray was a little cold. Ji Tang looked at the man's outline and facial features in a close distance, quietly like a delicate work of art. He thought to himself that such a male color was no wonder that Chen Zhiqi had been secretly in love with his heart disease for thirteen years and could not forget it.

She was thinking about it in her heart, not knowing where she was going.

I accidentally asked what I thought: "Husband, what will you do if I don't love you any more?"

Song Yumo didn't even raise his eyelids, and his tone was very stable, like a chat: "Break your legs."

“…”

Ji Tang suddenly felt a pain inexplicably caused by his two slender fingers. It was not physical, but as if he was hit by this sentence.

day!

This dog man is probably addicted to work for a long time and has become a senior psychopath.

Ji Tang thanked his whole family, with a beautiful face and cold expression, retracted his calves and smoothed the hem of his messy nightgown.

I am grateful to his whole family and to his ancestors for eighteen generations.

On the surface, there is not a word of thanks.

Song Yumo's expression was very light, and he was quietly watching her reaction at this moment.

Even the man who was slow to react finally realized Ji Tang's abnormality. He did not have a text message since he refused to go on a business trip with him. Even when he rushed to Jiangcheng from afar, he wanted to plead for the man outside.

The sense of crisis about marriage deep in Song Yumo's heart became little by little, but he had not yet faced this unexplained and formal feeling. He was silent for a long time and asked without any warning: "What kind of kissing do you like for men?"

Ji Tang raised his head blankly and looked at the man's dark eyes, as if there was too much deep meaning in it.

"What?"

"I want to make you happy..."

Song Yumo's low voice was a little hesitant and long-term consideration.

After a brief moment of silence, I finally told it truthfully.

Ji Tang was stunned for two seconds, then bit his lower lip, and glared at him with a pair of dark eyes.

...

In the end, Ji Tang ruthlessly refused Song Yumo to make himself happy by kissing.

She locked herself in the master bedroom and was autistic, lying on this comfortable and large double bed, repeatedly thinking about how to prevent Song Yumo, a dog man, from banning Lu Ning's baby artist.

Thinking of this in my mind, Lu Ning's news also came at the right time.

Ji Tang rolled around with the quilt for a while, took the pillow and lay on the edge of the bed, and opened the phone with her white fingertips.

Lu Ning: [Little baby Tangtang, have you coaxed Mr. Song???]

When Ji Tang thought of Lu Ning, she thought of her eyes crying like peaches.

The next second, Lu Ning sent another message: [My baby is so miserable. He was chased by the traffic police on the way to deliver food tonight and was fined 200 yuan!]

Seeing this, Ji Tang wanted to scold the dog man again.

But as long as she dares to mention it, Song Yumo firmly believes that her behavior of banning young meat is to eliminate harm for the people!

Ji Tang had to save the country in a straight line and mentioned her brother Ji Juewen to Lu Ning.

If it really doesn't work, she will ask for another man.

Lu Ning was silent for a minute and asked her weakly: [You said... Song wasn't jealous anymore.]

Jealous???

This word is so strange to Ji Tang that he has never seen it in the dictionary.

Even if Song Yumo personally admitted that he was jealous, think about the sense of the picture, a heartless and unrestrained money-making tool man jealous with the young and handsome guys outside? Is it scary?

Ji Tang rejected Lu Ning's bold guess and spoke a passage: [It's big night, don't tell ghost stories.]

...

As soon as this was done, the door of the master bedroom was pushed open from outside.

In the shadow, Song Yumo changed into a pure black suit and tied his tie meticulously, looking like he was going to go out for social events or to discuss business.

Ji Tang raised his head, and his beautiful face was still a little confused.

It was not until Song Yumo walked up to the front with his shopping bag, put it aside, and lowered his head to approach, that he found that there was a pair of narrow-edged gold-framed glasses on his nose, which made him look even more gentle and scum.

Ji Tang couldn't help but think of ten minutes ago, he wanted to use kisses to coax himself.

As the distance gets closer, breathe unnaturally avoid it.

Song Yumo moved away the next moment, without the momentum that suppressed her whole body, and his tone was so stable that it couldn't be more natural: "Ji Tang, if you don't want to kiss, you can try another way with me."

Ji Tang couldn't speak at all, and slowly tightened a corner of the quilt with his fingertips.

Why is it obviously the most normal emotional exchange between husband and wife?

However, Song Yumo made the two of them now trade in a certain pornographic place.
To be continued...