The phone number was called by Song Tu.

Song Yumo didn't answer, looked down at her for a long time, and after two seconds, he turned away his gaze and then turned off the call from his phone.

"You keep going."

What to continue.

The person who lost was not her. Ji Tang's emotions just now disappeared without a trace. He wanted to get up and get a bottle of red wine to drink, but he lost interest in continuing to play games.

She wanted to drink, but Song Yumo didn't let her go.

Ji Tang held on for a while, and began to glar at him with his beautiful dark eyes.

Song Yumo hugged her from the carpet with his arm, held her in his arms, and entered several numbers on the screen of his phone with one hand. The prompt sound of the successful transfer was quickly attracted Ji Tang's attention completely.

"One million yuan per bottle of wine, Mr. Song, your business is not worth it."

Song Yumo had never felt sorry for making money for her. He slowly pulled the buttons of his shirt with his long fingers, vaguely revealing the texture of his chest below his collarbone. Invisibly, the masculine aura changed a lot. He pressed his hands and said in a low voice: "Don't get drunk. Last time you got drunk, I forgot about the process of getting together."

He regarded Ji Tang as a personal property in his heart, and even her reaction was demanding.

There were some wonderful times that Song Yumo didn't want her to forget and enjoyed by herself.

Ji Tang's skirt was untied, revealing her white porcelain-like skin in the dim light. He bent down, bite it with his teeth, and slowly and carefully depicted her collarbone lines along the way down.

Ji Tang looked up at the ceiling, his body was deeply trapped in the soft sofa, and he was touching him with his hand.

When I spoke again, my voice became intermittent: "I had a bad temper when I was a child. I often fought with my guys. I cried when I lost, and complained when I won."

Before she finished speaking, she let out a muffled throat and used her nails to hold his shoulder muscles uncontrollably.

Song Yumo was so excited that when she heard her say, she would also ask: "You have grown up with your brothers since you were a child?"

"Well, I spend more time with my second brother. My eldest brother is too serious. If I don't bully me as a girl, my second brother will be a little more normal, but it's not much better. He loves antiques more than his sister."

Ji Tang's fingers attached to his shoulders, laying down, surrounded by the night, and his body was as soft as snow.

She took a breath and continued the unfinished words: "I spend very little time with my parents, especially my mother."

Song Yumo lowered his head, staring at her with the sharp possessiveness of a man, and his long fingers clasped her fingers and pressed them over.

Ji Tang did not struggle to resist, and said in a daze: "For me, it doesn't matter who is the parents or who is the mother."

She has never experienced the atmosphere of parental love and family harmony since she was a child. At the beginning of remembering, the housekeeper and nanny were more accompanied by her, and she never felt that there was any problem, because the top brothers were not accompanied by their parents.

When he was a child, others asked her brother what he was named. Ji Tang could speak very quickly and said the three names Ji Shanghe, Ji Duzhou, and Ji Juewen, and included what they were doing.

If you ask her parents, Ji Tang may have to think about it seriously for a while.

What is her father's name???

Ji Tang didn't ask him to respond to anything. He tied his fingers and slowly tightened it, bearing the heat and body temperature of his body, closed his eyes, and in an instant, a very faint touch touched her eyelashes.

It was Song Yumo who lowered his head and kissed her gently. The foul gentleness and focused eyes always made people unable to help but blur and lure them to him.

"You are the unique Ji Tang in the world. You are good at surname Ji. Your current identity is just my wife, Song Yumo's wife." He said to her ears, and his extremely real and hoarse voice was very slow, enough for her to digest it word by word.

In Ji Tang's eyes, the whole world seemed to be still, full of darkness, and it was not as good as her wanting to look at Song Yumo carefully: "Is it okay to turn on the light?"

"?"

"I want to see you. You can say something just now and I will record it."

...Communication between husband and wife is important, but she wants to stop halfway through intimacy, which makes Song Yumo's forehead appear with a few blue veins. Her palms restrainedly clasp her wrist and said, "I'll record later."

Ji Tang resisted him approaching, feeling a little nervous: "You haven't even done any measures. Stop for a few minutes, husband... please, please."

Song Yumo wanted to continue to slap with her, but he couldn't help but stop listening to her coaxing her. He stared at her for a full thirty seconds with some emotion in his eyes.

It seemed like warning her that she would have to pay back what she owed.

Ji Tang got up from the sofa, put on his snow-white shirt, tied a few buttons casually, revealing a large piece of chest skin without caring about it, ran to turn on the brightest light, ran back naked, and turned on the recording function of the phone.

She wanted to look at Song Yumo and ask him to say it again.

Song Yumo glanced at the phone screen lightly and bargained: "Then won't wear it tonight?"

"?" This time it was Ji Tang's turn to express his confusion.

"I don't want to wear it, okay?"

"Then did you buy a lonely one with only six pretenders?"

Song Yumo didn't say anything and asked the driver to buy it halfway, because he was afraid that she would not cooperate.

Ji Tang looked up and insisted that he repeat it again. His voice was soft and a little sweet: "Then take a step back, and you won't wear six pieces of clothing tonight."

Song Yumo lifted up his eyelids and stared at her with deep eyes. He suddenly stretched out his long finger and hooked her pointed chin, which made him look even more intimate and ambiguous. He spoke lowly: "Will you go back on your word?"

Ji Tang stretched out his legs and sat in a different position.

Under the shirt, her calves were so white that they looked smoother than the fabric, which attracted the attention of the man. She said slowly: "It depends on her mood, and she may regret it in one minute."

Song Yumo held her wrist with his fingers forcefully and moved his phone closer.

His tone was still mute and nice, and every word was clear. Ji Tang's chest was getting hot. When the recording was over, he took the initiative to snuggle into the man's arms, with red lips lightly opened, and his words were wrapped around Song Yumo's mind and body: "Go to the bathroom, you will like my big bathtub."

...

It was a ridiculous night, and when Song Tu mustered up the courage to come and knock on the door the next day.

It's past seven o'clock in the morning.

It was Ji Tang who came to open the door.

She wrapped herself tightly in a bathrobe, covering her snow-white ankles, and her sleeves could not even see her slender fingertips.

Song Tu took a few documents, and it was very urgent.

But after being ignored by Song Yumo last night, he did not dare to turn forward without a wink.

Seeing that the door opened, Song Tu smiled and said with apologies: "Madam, is Mr. Song still sleeping?"

Ji Tang yawned, obviously woken up by the ringtone, and nodded: "Come in?"

"No, it's not suitable."

Song Tu was afraid that he shouldn't have read it, so he handed her the document: "When Mr. Song gets up, please give it to him."

Before Ji Tang could wake up, he slammed the door and closed it without saying a few words.

Without giving Song Tu another opportunity to be attentive, he put the documents on the coffee table casually, walked back to the room slowly in slippers.

The curtains in the master bedroom were tightly closed, and no light could be revealed. On the snow-white and soft princess bed, Song Yumo's tall and sturdy body was lying quietly on it, with his eyes closed, and his face contour seemed to be outlined with a comic brush.

Very pleasing to the eye.

Ji Tang lifted a corner of the quilt, and took the initiative to lie in front of his chest, half closing his eyelashes.

After a while, Song Yumo hugged her with his arms, rubbed his long fingers slowly at the waistline, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Who was ringing the doorbell just now?"

"Song Tu."

Ji Tang was awake and couldn't continue to sleep, especially when he was alone with him.

Song Yumo pressed her into the soft sheet again, and continued what happened last night without continuing to ask Song Tu what he came to do. It was already two hours later when he stopped.

This time Ji Tang lay on the edge of the bed and rested on the big white pillow.

She looked at Song Yumo getting out of bed with wet eyes, put on her trousers casually, and after walking two steps, she looked back at her and came over to ask for a kiss: "Kiss."

Ji Tang didn't know whether the two got along like this was normal, and they seemed to never get tired of it. She cooperated with her head, her red lips were printed on his jaw, and then she followed her down, deliberately using her teeth to bite his Adam's apple.

After finishing, he smiled and wrapped himself in a quilt, urging him to take a shower.

Song Yumo stood beside the bed for a while, as if he was weighing whether to continue lifting her quilt or to go to the bathroom obediently.

Until Ji Tang kicked him with his tender toes and said, "I have something to do today, and I want to go to Shengyu Media."

...

A few minutes later.

While Song Yumo was taking a shower, she also lifted the quilt and picked up the clothes on the ground.

The two of them cooperated perfectly and controlled the washing time to within half an hour. Ji Tang picked up a blue windbreaker dress that covered his neck, revealing only a piece of snow-white calves, and wearing silver high heels.

It's too late to get some makeup in the morning.

When she wanted to apply lipstick, Song Yumo said, "Not to apply it for now."

“Is this color not good?”

Ji Tang sat in the car, just a wall away from him.

Song Yumo easily pulled her closer with his palm. The driver in front of him inadvertently lowered his head and crushed her lips with his thin lips. He did not stick out his tongue and lowered his voice. Only the two could hear it: "You have to make up, and you have to make up again after getting off the bus later."

Ji Tang's slightly raised lips didn't know if he wanted to continue laughing, so he glared at him with his eyes.

Even though I don't say a word, I can tell that my mood is excellent.

Before getting off the car, he took the initiative to kiss Song Yumo and said softly: "Remember to pick me up after get off work, goodbye to my husband."

After saying that, he walked straight towards the office building in his high heels, and the light blue figure disappeared.

Song Yu's eyebrows are stretched out, and he is very gentle with Ji Tang's gentle style.

Song Tu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was pretending to be transparent and shook his head when he saw it: "The word "Beauty is a disaster!"

When Ji Tang left, Song Yumo returned to his usual ruthless side, and his tone was unrestrained: "Go back to the company."

Song Tu asked the driver to drive, then turned around and handed another document that he had not given to Ji Tang in the morning to the back seat: "Mr. Song, this is the itinerary for my wife in the past three days."

Every three days, Song Tu would organize detailed reports on all Ji Tang's itineraries to Song Yumo, and explain in detail what she had eaten at noon and how many glasses of water she drank.

All of them are clearly written, one by one.

The journey back to the Song Group was one and a half hours, enough for Song Yumo to read what Ji Tang did every hour after reading word by word. There was no sound in the car. The light from the window glass made the man's sharp and perfect face contour clearly, but his expression could not see any turbulence.
Chapter completed!