After the divorce, my ex’s brother became very possessive of me.

"Is it cold?"

There happened to be a red light ahead. Song Wenjing stopped the car and turned to look at the woman in the passenger seat.

Nian Zhi held the suit jacket tightly around her shoulders all the way. It wasn't actually cold at all in the car, but she wanted to cover it up more tightly.

——Because it’s uncomfortable.

In a scene like that, why do you want the man next to you to come to your rescue?

There is probably nothing more embarrassing than this in the world, but she has no choice. Now sitting in his car, she feels like she is the one who has already stepped in with one foot. She has been resisting. In the whirlpool, there was a force underneath that was always pulling her, disintegrating her determination and swallowing her will little by little. In the end, she would definitely be doomed.

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"Turn on the air conditioner for you." Seeing that she didn't speak and just lowered her head, Song Wenjing said no more and reached out to press the switch of the air conditioner in the car. The red light turned to green. He stepped on the accelerator and the car moved forward slowly. "Don't think too much, it's already fine."

To put it simply, it's a comfort.

He was not good at coaxing women, especially under such circumstances, so he knew that what he said was a bit lame, so he naturally changed the subject, "Is there somewhere to go tonight?"

Nian Zhi knew that it was very rude of her not to speak. In fact, it was Ye Jinglan's fault that he was frightened. What does it have to do with Song Wenjing?

Just now, he helped himself, because of himself, the already tense relationship between the two brothers is probably even more tense now.

Taking a deep breath secretly, Nian Zhi nodded, "...I'll go to Chenchen's place."

But she subconsciously went to look for her phone, only to find that it was in her bag. But she just ran out in a panic without a bag or phone at all. She didn't know Mu Chenchu's phone number. Nian Zhi was a little distressed. , "...I forgot my mobile phone at Ye's house. Can you help me ask for Mu Chenchu's phone number? I want to stay at her place for one night."

It would not be difficult for Song Wenjing, an employee of Ye's family, to know Mu Chenchu's phone number.

Song Wenjing glanced at her twice. The lines on his profile were a little tight and pale. He nodded, took out his cell phone very readily, and called Ji Yang.

In just a few minutes, Mu Chenchu's number was asked. Song Wenjing helped her enter the number, pressed the call button, and then handed it to Nian Zhi.

While Nian Zhi was waiting to answer the call, Song Wenjing parked the car on the side of the road. Her eyes were always outside the car window. However, the phone rang for a long time, but no one answered it.

Nian Zhi is a little embarrassed because the only place she can go in City C is Mu Chenchu's, but she hasn't answered the phone. Where else can she go?

I don't have a penny on me, and all my documents are in my bag. Even if I want to get a room, it seems impossible.

Especially, sitting next to such a man who was so oppressive and had been romantically involved with her several times, her heart beat faster unconsciously. Her cell phone rang for a long time, but no one answered it. She bit her lip and whispered. Said: "...I, maybe Chenchen is taking a shower, so I'll hit him again."

Song Wenjing lowered the car window, said "Hmm" without emotion, and took out a cigarette. He was originally smoking it while sitting in the car, but seeing Nian Zhi's awkward look on his face, he raised his eyebrows and finally pushed it away. He opened the car door, got out of the car, stood on the side of the road, and smoked.

Nian Zhi watched Song Wenjing open the car door and walk out. His long body was standing beside the car. His coat was here and he was wearing a light blue shirt. Although it was just a back view, he had to admit that Even the way he smokes is so charming.

Nian Zhi looked away and concentrated on the phone call.

…………

But no one answered the phone.

Nian Zhi was powerless and called several times in succession, but still no one answered.

Biting her lip, she put away her phone. She took off her coat, and then arranged her clothes in the car.

Just as she was about to get out of the car, the cell phone in her palm suddenly rang. The name displayed on the number was Ji Yang. Nian Zhi knew that it must be something related to work. She opened the door and got out of the car, walked over, and handed over the still vibrating cell phone. Gave it to Song Wenjing, "Your phone number."

Song Wenjing frowned, with half of the cigarette left between her fingers. There was a strong smell of smoke around her, but Nian Zhi didn't feel the smell at all.

She couldn't even remember when she began to feel an inexplicable sense of peace about the smell of cigarettes.

Song Wenjing didn't shy away and answered the phone in front of her. Ji Yang on the other end didn't know what he said. He squinted his eyes, took a puff of cigarette, raised his sexy chin slightly, and puffed out the clouds, but it was just " "Yeah" twice, and before hanging up, he said again: "I know."

When Nian Zhi saw that he had hung up the phone, she handed him the suit. She had just made a mental draft, and now she said it out: "...Thank you tonight, but I...well, I have already contacted Chenchen. Okay, um, you go first, Chenchen told me to wait for her here, and she will come to pick me up."

Song Wenjing squinted one eye and looked at her. After a moment, she stretched out her hand, took her suit jacket from her hands, and dusted off the cigarette ashes: "You told her that you are here?"

Nian Zhi nodded, not daring to look into his eyes, and stared at her toes with her eyes downcast.

So naturally I didn't see that Song Wenjing was already checking the call records on her mobile phone.

For quite a while, she didn't hear the male voice above her head, nor did she see him leave. Nian Zhi felt a little surprised. She paused, then raised her head. In an instant, she happened to bump into a pair of deep eyes. Her heart trembled, and her body leaned back. However, Song Wenjing suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed the suit on her wrist, stopped her waist, turned around, and pressed her against the car.

"Song Wen..."

"Are you sure you didn't lie?

Nian Zhi's breathing was messed up. Just when she was about to say something, Song Wenjing had already raised the phone in his hand and handed it to her. His fingers holding a cigarette clasped her chin to prevent her from escaping. His deep voice sounded close to her. Close, hoarse, ambiguous, and seemingly forbearing, "I called several times, but Mu Chenchu ​​probably didn't answer it. Why, you just jumped into my arms, and now you are hiding? I can't help you. What?"