Ji Tang wanted to leave, but knew that in this cloakroom, if Song Yumo didn't let him go, he wouldn't be able to get out.

She was tired of standing in high heels, so she simply sat on the round sofa in the center. Her green skirt was hanging down, and her slender back was straight, as if she was not willing to be outdone. However, a crystal clear tears flashed by under her slender eyelashes and soon disappeared.

After saying those words just now, the atmosphere fell into a long and strange silence.

The deep emotions in Song Yumo's eyes shook for two seconds. With the crystal light above the cloakroom, he could see clearly the cold expression on Ji Tang's beautiful face, and a hint of disgust towards the Song family that could not be concealed.

He suddenly felt like he was torn by something. He slowly sat down against the door, resting his slender arms on his knees, slightly hanging his neck, and his side face was covered by shadows, so he couldn't see the true expression.

Ji Tang's words, every word was destroying his heart that wanted to be revived. When no one continued, he controlled his emotions and covered his eyelashes and said: "Who is your eyeliner in Shengyu Media? Song Yumo... Do you want to control my daily itinerary? Do you know this behavior is pathological?"

The last bottom line of her marriage was that Song Yumo sent someone to monitor her.

Ji Tang could not tolerate her husband who seemed to love her, but in private he was extremely eager to control her.

Song Yumo raised his head again and his eyes fell on her.

After a long time, my voice seemed to be grinding out from the depths of my throat, and it was a little dull: "Besides these, what else is there to dissatisfie you?"

Ji Tang pursed his lips and said nothing.

However, Song Yumo insisted on wanting to know, and even got up, went out to find a piece of paper and pen, and asked her to write it down.

Ji Tang: "?"

No matter how surprised she was, Song Yumo still had that forbearing and restrained attitude, with slender fingers and distinct joints, and he clasped the pen tightly.

Ji Tang didn't write it, and he still accused him when he got divorced. Maybe it would be easy for the old love to rekindle.

She didn't even want to give him a chance to change.

Song Yumo stood there for a long time with a tall and dark body. Gradually, the delicate facial features disappeared on his face. Ji Tang took out his cell phone from his bag and said, "You want to be entangled like this, I'll call your mother..."

Without a chance to say the last word, Song Yumo had already taken away his phone, without frowning, and threw it on the glass of the cabinet next to him.

In an instant, the phone was smashed into pieces.

Ji Tang's dark eyes were tense for a moment, and there was no sound in an instant, and it was suddenly stopped.

Song Yumo's eyes were instantly retracted and he stepped forward, and Ji Tang subconsciously retreated. When the man's palm touched his shoulder, he felt like he was electrocuted, his body stiffened, and he bent his fingers and grabbed his neat shirt, trying to push it out.

At this moment, Song Yumo was on fire, and his reason was shattered by Ji Tang's every word and reaction to resist him.

In addition, the power gap between men and women was too large, and the slightest strength was easily overcome in Song Yumo's eyes. He lowered his head and moved his lips along the side of her neck to his shoulders.

Ji Tang was not obedient in the past, and struggled with his nails to grab a few blood marks on his perfectly sharp jaw.

The stinging sensation made Song Yumo regain his mind for a while, pressing her against the cold glass mirror and pressing her shoulders with the force that was about to be crushed. Ji Tang instantly burst into tears.

He was really crying, and he fell down. When Song Yumo's expression changed drastically and he was about to reach out to touch her face, a tear fell on his long finger.

The touch of tears was cold, instantly causing the depression in his heart to disappear completely.

Song Yumo wanted to coax her, but Ji Tang didn't want him to coax her at all. Her eyelashes kept blinking physiologically. After crying, even her emotions were inexplicably depressed.

...

In the middle of the night, Ji Duzhou was called by Song Yumo and forced him to come to the villa.

He stepped in and saw the man sitting on the stairs, his body was in the dark, his long knuckles were clearly distinguished, and he was lit with a cigarette. When the fire lights up, it also reflected his face for a few seconds.

Ji Duzhou stopped for a while and after making friends for many years, he rarely saw Song Yu Mo Tiao.

It seems that he is very disappointed.

Go forward and look at him up close: "You called me here in the middle of the night, just smoke?"

Song Yumo supported his elbows to his knees. He raised his head and swept him to him, with a complicated emotion hidden in his eyes: "Ji Tang is upstairs."

Ji Duzhou raised his eyebrows and sneered: "What's the name of your ex-wife? She came to get back with you on her own initiative? The possibility is not high. What method did you use to coax her back?"

With his understanding of the temper of his sister he raised, it is impossible to take the initiative to seek peace.

Song Yumo crushed the cigarette butts that had burned for more than half, and crushed them to his snow-white cuffs, with a low voice: "She was crying upstairs, I can't persuade her."

"Why are you crying?"

"I want to invade her tonight-"

As soon as Song Yumo's words fell, the temperature in Ji Duzhou's eyes became cold and his smile faded on his face.

He came to Ji Duzhou in the middle of the night. Song Yumo wanted him to help him coax Ji Tang and coax her to stop crying.

He wanted to coax him, but now he just appears in the master bedroom and doesn't say even a word.

In Ji Tang's eyes, his breathing was wrong.

Song Yumo truthfully stated his inner feelings to Ji Duzhou, which was exchanged for a friend's sneer: "I can't persuade her. She will be entangled by you after crying. Do you want her to cry? Go in and write a guarantee letter, so she won't appear in front of her in the future. How simple?"

This proposal is like a decoration.

Song Yumo stared at Ji Duzhou with expressionless face.

Then, Ji Duzhou continued to ruthlessly attack: "Yu Mo, is it useful to treat symptoms but not root cause? It must be fair. My sister cannot always be wronged unilaterally. Why would she be willing to disclose that her biological mother has someone else and want to divorce you? What have you ever thought about?"

Song Yumo had no warning, and the familiar dull pain in his chest began to come back again, his face as if black clouds were covering the city.

Ji Duzhou saw that he was used to planning everything he did, but for the first time, he fell in love.

Perhaps, men who often do business may not be able to understand the relationship. Ji Duzhou raised a few points, but his voice still had a little coldness: "Women not only want men's sweet words and material satisfaction, but also, Yu Mo, you never realized that you want to give her-"

"What Ji Tang wants is not the slightest sense of security you occasionally give, but you will protect her and become her world."

...

Ten minutes later.

Song Yumo was still sitting stiffly on the stairs, tensing his muscles in his body, and watching every word Ji Duzhou said in his mind.

- You give her a sense of security and make her realize that being by your side is the safest place in the world, so how could she want to escape?

―What’s the point of Ji Tang’s crying now? In this situation, she must regret wanting to return to you before she can cry.

- Yu Mo, you used the wrong method!

The cell phone in the trouser pocket was ringing, interrupting Song Yumo's thoughts.

He took it out and saw that it was Ji Duzhou who sent it: "If you want to sit on the stairs all night, my sister won't come down."

Ji Tang still didn't want to see him, and didn't want to do it for a second.

Song Yumo had a slight tide in his eyes. He pinched his cell phone with his slender fingers. After a moment of silence, the tall and tall figure stood up heavily and walked down the steps.

After he did not continue to stay in the villa, Ji Tang and Ji Duzhou went downstairs together. After washing their faces, their skin was no longer covered with makeup, and there was a slight redness at the end of their eyes, and the traces of crying could be seen.

After she walked out of the villa gate, she got on Ji Duzhou's car.

Without looking back, he left the place where Song Yumo existed.

"No one can stop him if he wants to appear in front of you-"

Inside the car, Ji Duzhou looked out of the glass, and a vague black figure standing under the night.

It seemed as if he was watching Ji Tang go away, but he didn't move away for a long time.

Ji Tang did not refute his words, frowned with beautiful eyebrows: "You can't persuade Song Yumo not to be jealous of his feelings?"

Ji Duzhou sneered: "How can I persuade you? He is now devoted to you. Even if he is sad, he will just hide and lick the wound alone."

The temperature in the car was moderate and Ji Tang was not wearing a coat, so Ji Duzhou's gaze was very sharp and found that she was hiding on her hair's neck, with two bright red kiss marks. His tone was unknown: "I'll be blessed, my brother can't help you."

Ji Tang pursed his lips lightly, and no longer had the desire to talk to her.

On the contrary, Ji Duzhou was very interested in speaking along the way, and even the ringtone of his cell phone rang several times, but it didn't answer.

When Ji Tang was irritated, any movement could make her furious. She suppressed her anger and looked over.

Just above the screen, the phone number is displayed: [Jian Qingye]

Ji Tang suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Ji Duzhou's handsome face, as if he was guilty of great sin and could go to the execution ground in the next second.

"You are very familiar with Song Yumo's cousin?"

"What do you think if you don't even answer her phone?" Ji Duzhou's light question resolved Ji Tang's anger.

"Jiduzhou!"

Ji Tang didn't say whether he believed it or not, and his expression became particularly serious and indifferent: "If you dare to let Jian Qing be my second sister-in-law, then I will let you and Song Yumo end up with each other. Don't be brother and sister, it's boring."

She finally got out of the Song family. If the fresh blood of the Song family was mixed in with the Ji family, wouldn't life be better?

Ji Tang and Jian Qing were not in dealing with each other, and they hated her, and they were even more unlikely to accept her hooking up with her brother.

Ji Duzhou curled his thin lips and said, "I can block Jian Qing for you, so do you want to do your best?"

Ji Tang's pupil was black and stared at him: "See the situation."

"It's not that you want to go and have a false intention with Song Yumo..." Ji Duzhou saw her vigilance, and it didn't matter. He clicked on the screen of his phone a few times, took out a photo, and handed it to her: "Help your brother get close to her, and Song Yumo will come to bother you again in the future, and I will help you."

Ji Tang lowered his head and saw a silhouette of a woman in the photo. She was wearing a white coat and her long, pure black hair was tied into a bun. It was very familiar. It took her a minute to remember. Isn’t this the next wife chosen by the Song family for Song Yumo: Shan Gelan.

Ji Duzhou fell in love with him.
Chapter completed!