Ji Tang had not returned to Villa No. 1 for a while. The nanny didn't expect the male and female hostess would suddenly not say hello. She had already returned to her room to rest. The living room on the first floor was quiet and empty, and then the lighting was turned on one by one.

After she entered the door, she threw the jewelry box on the sofa, without seeing the usual baby.

After taking off his high heels, he took off his small suit that was lightly placed on his shoulders and put it on his hands. He wore a black haute couture evening dress, revealing his slender and white back, and went upstairs along the stairs, without saying a word to Song Yumo.

When I came back from the road, I didn't pay attention to him anymore.

The water sounded loudly in the bathroom upstairs. Even if Song Yumo stood outside the door, he could not hear the noise of the woman inside.

He hadn't seen Ji Tang for a while, and knew that the Song family would let her go tonight, so he temporarily changed his itinerary and arrived at the old house half an hour earlier.

When Song Yumo saw her, he realized that he was the only one who had not been doing well these days.

Ji Tang is doing well with him or not.

This made Song Yumo frown tonight, and he had very few words, making others unable to guess his thoughts.

Twenty minutes later.

The sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped gradually, the door was opened, Ji Tang had already changed out of his dress, wearing a white bathrobe, his hair was dripping on his shoulders, and he had no patience to wipe it dry with a towel, and there was still water dripping.

Facing each other face to face, Ji Tang was calm under his dark eyelashes, without surprise, or showing other expressions.

Her red lips opened lightly, breaking the stalemate between them first, and her voice sounded faintly: "Husband, I have already put the bath water for you..."

In the past, Ji Tang was just verbally attentive, and almost had to wait for him to nod before he would do such a good wife's behavior.

Nowadays, no one needs to remind you of every step, and you are doing it even more in place than a nanny.

Without waiting for Song Yumo to speak, she walked to the cloakroom first, took out a blue nightgown from it, folded it neatly and placed it next to the bathtub, and her expression did not change much throughout the whole process.

Song Yumo stood at the bathroom door with a tall figure. When she was about to pass by, she stretched out her slender hand and grabbed her wrist.

Ji Tang raised his eyes and asked him, "Is there anything else to do with my husband?"

Song Yumo's cold and clear face was in a state of uncertainty under the light, and his eyes stared at her deeply: "You don't have to do this."

Perhaps it was a depressing emotion, and even the tone of speaking was a low and hoarse feeling.

After hearing this, Ji Tang laughed slowly, "I can't understand this. Did I make the mistake of putting the bath water for you without authorization? Or did you not like the color of the nightgown? Are you satisfied with the black one?"

She didn't say a word to scold him, but the more she underestimated her good temper, the more she made Song Yumo feel uncomfortable.

He thought of Ji Tang's beautiful scenery at the awards ceremony tonight, and his smile when he looked at Jiang Su, which was completely different from when he was with him.

Song Yumo noticed that Ji Tang was impatient with him, even though she was pretending well.

He couldn't wait for a second or two. Ji Tang had already loosened his slender and powerful fingers one by one, turned around and returned to the cloakroom, and changed him to another color of nightgown. His voice was particularly light: "Go and wash, I don't like the smell on you."

...

The bathroom door is closed, and the villa is particularly quiet inside and outside.

Ji Tang stood there for two seconds first. After the water dripped from the end of the long black hair fell on the floor, it seemed to wake her up. Her thick eyelashes blinked and turned around and walked towards the open-air balcony.

She was too lazy to blow dry and sat on a sofa with her snow-white legs shrank.

The faint light on the phone shone on her face after she took off her makeup.

Ji Tang's perfect smile gradually disappeared, and his fingers pointed to the unread messages.

Su Yu has publicly stated that she will not play the heroine of Jiang Suxin's film preparation, but the response is mediocre. Compared to this, netizens are more concerned about what her private relationship has with Jiang Su.

And is Jiang Su’s former White Moonlight Goddess on campus?

Ji Tang exited the Weibo page with no interest, pressed her chin against her cold knees, and slowly thought, why did she start to break off contact with Jiang Su?

It seems that Jiang Su's mother has a physical problem after many years, and this time she needs a huge amount of surgery.

He asked the school for half a month off and did not show up again.

She didn't think too much at that time because Jiang Su didn't contact her frequently, and in order to subsidize her family, he often missed classes for a few days. Until he heard a girl in the same class whispering to someone, saying that Jiang Su was attracted by a rich real estate woman who was almost forty years old. The other party offered him a price of 100,000 yuan per night and asked him to spend a few nights.

Ji Tang thought to himself that she was still a little kind.

As soon as she heard that Jiang Su was forced to sell herself for her mother, she ran to find him, and she really asked her to find him.

It was on the darkest place in the operating room of the hospital. He didn't know how long he had sat at the stairs. He lowered his head and used to using a black hat to block his face. The shadow that fell was completely invisible to his expression.

I only knew that when she walked over, a pair of dark eyes gradually appeared under her hat.

He stared straight at her from a distance and was unwilling to move away.

Ji Tang didn't see him for half a month, but seeing that he had collected all the surgery fees, he couldn't tell whether he had sold his body successfully or whether he had sold his body successfully?

After all, she didn't ask what was going on with the dignity of a man, and saw several medical sheets in Jiang Su's hand.

The windows in the stairwell were very high and small, half open. When the cold wind blew in, the medical sheets were whispering. In such an atmosphere, Ji Tang frowned and walked closer step by step, asking him whether his mother's surgery was successful.

Jiang Su was completely uninterested in the way she didn't want to pay attention to her, which made people feel bored.

Ji Tang is not a pleasing personality. She cares about it, because of the friendship between friends she has known for many years. It is also because Jiang Su's mother is usually very nice to her. Otherwise, she would not be afraid of being a famous socialite from a wealthy family.

So when Jiang Su didn't answer, Ji Tang pressed the bank card in his pocket tightly with his fingers, and did not show that I was a good friend on the spot and wanted to help you overcome the difficulties. He thought that it would be the same for giving money to Jiang Su's mother at that time.

Who knew that as soon as he turned around, he heard Jiang Su sneering in a hoarse voice: "Ji Tang, are you growing your head just to make yourself look more beautiful?"

Ji Tang didn't know where he stimulated him, so he didn't say a few words.

She suppressed her anger and turned to look at the man who spoke up to her.

Jiang Su was laughing all the time, his calm emotions in his eyes were blocked by his black hat: "In recent years, I have treated you as an ATM and cheated you. I know you don't have a mother, so I asked my mother to give you some maternal love. Are you really generous and always giving me money? Don't you have a brain?"

Ji Tang frowned and asked in a bad tone, "Jiang Su, are you sick?"

He was in a bad mood and started attacking people indiscriminately?

Jiang Su's skin was very pale. When he raised his head, his high nose bridge was cast in a shadow by the light outside the window, and he pulled the corner of his mouth: "I heard that your brother has chosen a marriage that is of equal status for you. Oh, maybe he has more money than your family. Do you want to support me? Or do you want me to teach you how to be a woman first?"

...

The cool breeze at night blew in quietly, and Ji Tang sat quietly on the balcony sofa, his hair half dry and no longer dripped. After a while, she slowly lay down, closed her eyes, and picked up these fragmented memories little by little.

Ji Tang thought very irritably that she had cut off contact with Jiang Su in the hospital since then, but she didn't feel much sad. She was just angry on the spot, thinking that she had known each other for many years and was a friend.

As a result, this weak friendship relationship was easily ruined by Jiang Su's mouth.

After never contacting him again, Song Yumo's bland face appeared in Ji Tang's mind.

Inexplicably, very angry!

It made her feel even more angry than recalling Jiang Su.

Her closed eyelashes moved lightly, and the moment she opened it, the aim was Song Yumo's tall figure.

The footsteps were basically inaudible, and I didn’t know when I came to the balcony.

Song Yumo was still holding a towel in his cold and slender hands, and he didn't know what he wanted to do.

Before he had any movement, Ji Tang calmed down and sat up, reached out and pulled the slightly loose bathrobe, blocking the delicate and beautiful collarbone. His long black hair was still scattered, making his face look a little light.

Song Yumo stopped her with his figure and wanted to get off the sofa first. He looked expressionless and reached out to touch her hair.

Ji Tang finally knew what he was doing with a towel, but he didn't want to appreciate it. He lowered his eyes and said, "I will dry it myself."

Song Yumo still insisted on using a towel to help her hair. His hands were perfect works of art, slender and clean, with clear joints, and slowly stroked her black hair without hurting her.

Ji Tang was a little stiff. Since childhood, no man has ever wiped her hair except her biological father and second brother.

Song Yumo was very patient and focused more than ever, and moved his thin lips: "I originally wanted to have a cold war with you..."

A man's sentence without beginning or end.

Ji Tang felt a look of mist on his face, but he was unwilling to raise his eyes to look at him.

Song Yumo slowly slowed down and said clearly, "Later I found that the Cold War with you was torture yourself, and you didn't seem to care much about me."

Ji Tang didn't just want to care about him, she had the urge to divorce him in minutes.

She is too lazy to speak, and she doesn't want such meaningless quarrels.

Seeing her head lowered, her thick eyelashes left a row of beautiful shadows on her face, and she ignored others, Song Yumo said in a low voice: "You don't care about me, I can't ignore your feelings... Ji Tang, if you want to take over your brother's company, if you don't have enough funds, I can help you unconditionally."

Ji Tang did not forget that Mrs. Song didn't say that, thinking that this mother and son are really good at having sex.

One gives her a lesson, the other gives her a candy...

The Song family did everything.
Chapter completed!