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

Nian Zhi said "Oh", hung up the phone, turned around and glanced at the hospital door behind her. Two men in black were still motionless, standing on both sides of the door like door gods. She frowned, and there were a few flashes in her eyes. There was no concealed boredom, but also helplessness.

I still didn't force my way in. I knew I couldn't get in at all, so I didn't want to do too much useless work and look ridiculous.

However, her father was left to suffer and suffer inside like this, but she couldn't even take a look at it. After all, she didn't feel that way in her heart.

Nian Zhi sighed. After careful consideration, she chose to leave here first and then think of other solutions. Or, if Ye Lingjun was not around, should she look for... Ye Jinglan?

After all, he is also a member of the Ye family, so his words must have more weight than him, right?

You can't go to Song Wenjing. This would be too shameful. Although you know that if you ask him for help, things may be much simpler, but it won't work.

Nian Zhi is not a brainless person. The hospital is full of people from the Ye family. The last time Song Wenjing came here to see her, it was already very noticeable. If it happens again, she can't guarantee whether Ye Lingjun will be suspicious. His relationship with Song Wenjing.

——Before the divorce went smoothly, she didn’t want to cause any complications.

But, do you really want to find...Ye Jinglan?

Nian Zhi walked all the way from the gate of the hospital. This place was relatively remote and there were not many cars. She walked on the road, her eyebrows tightly knitted all the time. She held the mobile phone in her hand and picked it up to look at it from time to time. In her mind, All I was thinking about over and over again was this matter - should I find Ye Jinglan?

Or, wait until later to call Ye Lingjun?

Forget it, she didn't want to find Ye Jinglan, she would decide later after calling Ye Lingjun!

After making up her mind, Nian Zhi reached out and put the phone back into her handbag. As soon as she turned around, she saw a black Bentley driving towards her direction. She didn't recognize the license plate, but she could see it through the windshield. Through the glass, she could clearly see the man driving the car in the driving position.

Why did Song Wenjing come here?

Nian Zhi subconsciously squeezed the bag of her handbag, stood to the side, and carefully looked around. At this time, there was no one here. As she breathed a sigh of relief, her cell phone rang. The people's eyes met in the air through the windshield of the car. When Nian Zhi saw him holding the mobile phone and putting it to his ear, she knew that the call was from him.

He was in the car, looking at himself, turning around and leaving. It was definitely not possible. If he didn't answer the phone, he would probably get out of the car again...

Nian Zhi thought about it in his mind and decided to take out his phone and answer the call.

"boarding."

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, especially low, "If you don't get in the car, I will get off. You can choose for yourself."

Nian Zhi, “…………”

It was not far from the hospital. Nian Zhi was very worried about being seen. She looked around again and saw a car passing by. She subconsciously stood to the side and turned her back instinctively. She waited until the car drove away. When they were far away, she hung up the phone and quickly got into the car.

As soon as the car door closed, Song Wenjing lowered her hands on the center console and looked at her with deep eyes, "Are you so worried that others will see you and me together?"

Nian Zhi was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was talking about a scene that she deliberately avoided when a car passed by just now.

She nodded and said in a calm tone, "I am indeed worried that others will see me with you. Don't you worry, Mr. Song?"

In that strange sentence "Mr. Song", even "you" became "you".

Song Wenjing's nose was very good. He didn't know why, but he felt that there was a faint smell of vinegar in the car. He smelled it, and even the large haze in his chest was mostly eliminated.

It turns out that she doesn't have feelings for herself.

This thought made a pleasant feeling float in his heart - he could completely control this woman's body on the bed, make her surrender under him, and show him another young girl, but he was not sure. How does she feel about herself?

Song Wenjing sometimes felt that she had always been an invincible person, but for the first time, she would act so cautiously when facing a woman.

But now, he thought, everything was worth it. His mother, who was far away in England, deliberately asked him to go back, then asked him to meet Situ Yan, and finally asked him to release such photos. He knew the purpose.

At first, he was indeed a little unhappy, but now, he wanted to thank his mother for what he did.

For his mother, that sudden report probably meant that he wanted to warn Nian Zhi to keep her away from him, but now for him, it allowed him to see clearly this woman's heart.

Her slender fingers kept tapping the steering wheel. Song Wenjing's thin lips suddenly curved in an indescribably elegant arc, and she asked knowingly, "Oh? Why do I have to worry too? You should explain it to me."

Nian Zhi was extremely angry, especially when she heard his leisurely tone. This gave her the feeling that this bastard Song Wenjing had a fiancée in the UK, but he always wanted to provoke her in City C. What on earth did he want? do what?

Subconsciously tightening the seat belt on her chest, Nian Zhi said coldly, "Mr. Song, if you have anything to do, just tell me. After you finish speaking, I will get off the car."

"Don't you have something to tell me?"

Song Wenjing raised his eyebrows. The car had not stalled, and he did not intend to drive too far. He looked ahead and saw a corner. He stepped on the accelerator and let the car drive out of the corner. Then he pulled over and stopped. He opened the car window, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, squinted his eyes, "Okay, if you have anything to say, tell me."

"........."

"Mr. Song..."

"First of all, why did you suddenly call me Mr. Song again?" Song Wenjing stretched out the car window with her hand holding a cigarette, interrupting Nian Zhi's words. He turned around and looked at her with a half-smile.

The way the man puffed up the smoke was too lethal. Nian Zhi admitted that she did not dare to look him in the eyes. Those narrow black eyes, when obscured by the smoke, gave people a hazy feeling, but they seemed It is a deep pool. When you look across it, you would like to drown in it, unable to extricate yourself.

She subconsciously averted her eyes, moved her body to the side, stared at her fingers, and said word by word: "Or, do you want me to call you big brother? If you want that, I can do it too, after all you are..."

"Well, what are you doing-"

"What do you call me when you sleep with me?"

Song Wenjing moved quickly, holding the cigarette with the back of her hand, and directly clasped Nian Zhi's chin. Her delicate facial features suddenly approached, and her thin lips wriggled, but they did not kiss her like they did in the past, but just pressed against hers. When the man spoke, his masculine scent, mixed with the strong smell of tobacco, hit his face.