It was quiet late at night, and Ji Tang was trapped in the small hot spring world by the man's powerful arms, and he didn't feel cold.

The water was filled with waves, and the shadows of the two people's intimate were reflected in it.

Her head was blank. From a distance of closeness, her white joints unconsciously pulled Song Yumo's nightgown, and accidentally touched his warm chest.

It's going crazy, crazy!

Soon, Song Yumo's kiss deepened again, and his fingers slowly moved down her black hair, and through the fabric that was suitable for her skirt, depicting the beautiful butterfly bones on her back.

Just as Ji Tang gradually became deeply trapped in the weak struggle, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps coming from the living room outside.

It seems particularly clear in such an atmosphere, and it is coming in this direction step by step.

Ji Tang suddenly regained consciousness, and his dark eyes were wide open like frightened. He couldn't think of anyone else in the middle of the night. The overly nervous reaction made Song Yumo who was kissing her stop, and the outline of the jaw tightened slightly.

One second or two seconds passed.

Ji Tang saw him and wanted to kiss him again.

She quietly avoided and hinted that there were footsteps with her eyes.

Song Yumo put his slender hands on her shoulders. As long as he didn't take them away, Ji Tang couldn't hide at all. His face was calm and he had no sign of pleasure. He pressed his body against her tightly, pulled his thin lips lightly, and finally spoke.

The first sentence is: "The man who called you is Jiang Su?"

Ji Tang didn't expect that he would ask himself at this time. Within a few seconds, he would listen nervously to the sound of footsteps outside, while trying every means to coax the man's emotions.

Song Yumo didn't give her any chance to consider it. After not speaking for more than three seconds, her slender and cold white fingers slid to her back. She had already fumbled during the kiss. The zipper was on the side. With a gentle force, she exposes half an inch of her snow-white skin.

Ji Tang had no fire in his dark eyes, thinking what was the difference between this and torture and confession?

Song Yumo gave another three seconds and continued to pull down half an inch.

She didn't want to be seen bathing in the hot spring with Song Yumo in the middle of the night. She took a deep breath and said quickly: "My classmate!"

"He likes you?"

When Song Yumo asked this sentence, his tone showed a low and cold meaning.

There is no doubt that this strange man has a crush on Ji Tang.

This is a man's instinctive intuition about his rival.

Ji Tang was afraid that he would be taken off again after a second, because Song Yumo's posture did not give her a chance to lie. He raised his delicate face and said, "Maybe, but I didn't give him a chance."

Song Yumo's face and expression showed no signs of turmoil, and he did not say whether he believed her or not.

When his thin lips moved slightly, he was about to continue to say something, Ji Tang said with a crying expression on his face, "You are so unfair, and you should ask if you can wait for your love history to come ashore. Someone is here!"

The footsteps in the late night walked around the living room, and it was like looking for something, and began to truly come to the hot spring pool.

Ji Tang was ready to take a deep breath and hide in the water. Unexpectedly, the man's palm was pressed against his slender waist. Looking at him again, his expression was calm and unafraid.

When did Song Yumo look so shameless outside, and he doesn’t want to be gentlemanly and decent?

When the spirit in my mind was extremely tense and almost broke, I suddenly heard a long distance between the glass door, Song Tu's voice sounded slightly hesitantly: "Mr. Song?"

...

The villa is quiet inside and outside, and there are not many lightings on.

Song Tu followed Song Yumo's instructions to prepare a set of Ji Tang's clothes and skin care products, but he did not find anyone in the villa. He seemed to hear something moving in the hot spring and was about to pass the circular leather sofa.

At this time, Song Yu Mo Tianlai's voice, which was so calm that he could not feel any emotional ups and downs, slowly rang from the hot spring pool: "Yes."

It turned out to be there.

Song Tu thought he and Ji Tang hadn't come to this villa at all, and smiled and said, "Mr. Song, I put his wife's clothes on the sofa. Remember to take your medicine."

After a while, Song Yumo spoke: "Yeah--"

Immediately afterwards, I became silent.

He didn't make a sound for a long time, Ji Tang listened with his ears. Song Tu seemed to be thinking outside that the resort villa here was beautiful. He also said that there was a big hot spring next door. I don't know which rich second generation was holding a party and invited a bunch of female internet celebrities to drink and dance.

Because of the sound insulation, it is basically inaudible here.

Only Song Tu was talking outside.

Ji Tang quickly couldn't even make a sound because Song Yumo started kissing her again.

I was a little bit back to the state of Jiangcheng on a business trip, and I kept kissing her tirelessly. Whether it was lips, cheeks, ears, and hair with a scent of women, he was lingering in all kinds of entanglements.

A kind of terrible thing was quietly lured by something terrible, slowly evoking the unknown emotions buried in the heart.

...

Ji Tang returned to the room upstairs.

Her skirt and long black hair were wet and dripping with water. Every inch of her skin was white and flawless, and she was a little red by the hot spring steam. She lowered her head, held the change of clothes from the shopping bag in her hand, and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

The sound of water is very light, making it look particularly quiet upstairs and downstairs.

Song Yumo sat on the sofa in the living room and did not follow him.

Three minutes ago, when Ji Tang came out of the hot spring pool, he gently pushed away the man who was following behind him. He was kissed for too long, his red lips were bright red, and his voice was a little dry: "I want to go and wash."

If Song Yumo followed, he would probably not be able to take a good bath.

Seeing that Ji Tang was unconciled, he stopped and sat quietly on the sofa and waited patiently.

Time passed slowly, and the screen of Song Yumo's mobile phone on the coffee table lit up, which was a document sent by the secretary.

About Jiang Su.

Song Yumo Man looked at it casually, and after he leaned his long finger against the screen and slid down for a few pages.

He opened Ji Duzhou's contact information and asked about Jiang Su.

Ji Duzhou was Ji Tang's biological brother. Asked him, it was more realistic than reading these information.

Soon Ji Duzhou called him.

Ji Tang was taking a bath upstairs. Song Yumo had paid attention to the length of her bathing time, and she would not be able to get out for a while.

He did not refuse and calmly pressed the speakerphone.

"Jiang Su had pursued my sister for several years, but before the love between the two of them had developed, they were destroyed by me with some small means." Ji Duzhou's voice came clearly, and he said this very lightly.

It was like talking about what I ate tonight.

Song Yumo's Adam's apple rolled slightly and said, "So Ji Tang has a good impression of him?"

Moreover, Jiang Su said that Ji Tang was forced to marry someone he didn't love.

Ji Tang didn't even refute, and even looked guilty.

This made Song Yumo uncomfortable, and he felt uncomfortable than his physical discomfort.

Ji Duzhou asked him in a very low voice, "Is this important?"

Song Yumo didn't say anything, and some things didn't need to be clearly pointed out. Just a few words made the men understand.

Ji Duzhou smiled: "You stayed at my sister's photos for three more seconds after the first time. After half a year, I asked me intentionally or unintentionally if that was my little girlfriend. Yu Mo, what are you thinking about?"

No matter who Song Yumo is to, he shows a sense of distance that is neither close nor far away.

He rarely pays attention to a woman, even if he really pays attention to her unconsciously, he will not think about love.

Ji Duzhou knew Song Yumo's reaction very well, and smiled slowly on the phone: "Jiang Su is not suitable for Ji Tang, so he can't control her."

...

The lights outside the villa window came in quietly, sprinkling between Song Yumo's deep eyebrows and eyes. He hung up the phone and sat on the sofa again. After a long time, he stretched out his slender hand and picked up a glass of water and stomach medicine on the coffee table and took it.

Afterwards, Song Yumo put down the cup and went upstairs slowly.

The sound of water in the bathroom gradually stopped. When Ji Tang opened the door, he found that Song Yumo was standing outside at some point. His nightgown was half wet and he looked like he wanted to catch a cold.

She frowned, and because of the intimacy in the hot spring, she unconsciously avoided his deep eyes when talking: "Don't you go change your nightgown?"

Song Yumo didn't know that watching her quietly would make people feel uncomfortable invisibly.

He lowered his eyelids for a moment and slowly took off his nightgown.

In front of Ji Tang, this made her cheeks suddenly become hot, and she even wanted to turn around and call him perverted.

Fortunately, I held it back, blinked my slender eyelashes and looked at the ceiling.

"You're taking over your brother's company recently?"

Song Yumo's low voice came, and he threw his nightgown on the wooden floor slowly.

Ji Tang nodded randomly, but it was not considered taking over, just being a mascot.

She didn't want to explain too much to Song Yumo, but she heard him say, "Do you need my help?"

Ji Tang instinctively refused to be too involved with the Song family's industry, so as not to be able to figure out these things at that time, so he shook his head and refused.

Song Yumo stared at her with a deep look for a while, and she was not in a hurry to go to the bathroom to wash her body. Fortunately, there were no outsiders in the villa. If Song Tu came out of some corner at this time, he would be scared to death by this scene.

After all, Song Yumo was wearing nothing, and stood under the wall lamp like an exposure and talked endlessly to her.

Ji Tang wanted the man to take a shower several times, but when he moved his red lips, he heard him say again, "Don't you love me, don't even dare to look at my body?"

“…”

Fuck, is she shy, okay? Is it okay to have a reaction as a woman?

Ji Tang stopped urging his provocation and pulled Yanhong's lips perfunctorily: "Husband, I remember that there is something going on in my brother's company, so I can lend it to your study."

If you can't say it, you'll have to run away, at least it's better than staying here and being taken advantage of.

As a result, after taking two steps, Song Yumo's snow-white wrist was pulled back. When Ji Tang was panicked and looked up at him, his whole body was already picked up by the princess, with his back pressing against his chest, without any preparation.
Chapter completed!