gentle fall

At that moment, Wen Huaiyu trembled uncontrollably, her palms were sweaty, her scalp was a little numb, and she even had the illusion that she was the prey being hunted and tempted, but she took a wrong step and fell into the trap.

This kind of cognition was so bad, Wen Huaiyu's breathing became a little faster, and he wanted to bear it, but he didn't want to bear it anymore.

Obviously, she was not the one who did something wrong at that time!

She, didn't she just choose to run away after being put to sleep!

When her thoughts were surging, the man stood up straight, the shadow finally receded, and his voice was very steady: "Drink some porridge."

Wen Huaiyu was instantly angry. After being so provocative just now, why did this person speak so calmly?

When she got angry, she also forgot the fact that she was not wearing any clothes, so she lifted the quilt and sat up: "Ji Yirou! What are you pretending to be like!"

Ji Yirou didn't speak, but just looked at her with deep eyes, extremely nostalgic and lingering, Wen Huaiyu's ears felt hot when she saw it.

!!!

She quickly pulled the quilt to cover the soft and tender snow: "Shameless! Smelly rascal!"

Ji Yirou picked up the white porcelain spoon and scooped up the porridge: "Eat first, then curse?"

Wen Huaiyu turned his head away: "You go out. How can I change clothes when you are here."

"It's not like I haven't seen it anyway."

"……To shut up."

Wen Huaiyu blushed at what she said, obviously she had already done something more intimate, but now, her neck was covered with a faint pink.

Soon, Ji Yirou didn't say much, turned around and went out.

Wen Huaiyu snorted coldly, picked up the home clothes and put them on, the buttons were very neatly fastened, like the sequelae of the stimulation just now.

"Are you ready?" Ji Yirou knocked on the door outside.

Wen Huaiyu was annoyed: "No. The master didn't invite you, who allowed you to enter my room?"

Ji Yirou smiled faintly: "Okay, then I'll go and tell Grandpa Wen that you're almost recovered."

"Hey," Wen Huaiyu suddenly opened the door, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her into the room, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Ji Yirou stared at her, raised her eyebrows slightly: "What do you think?"

Wen Huaiyu let go of his hand, turned around and walked in: "How do I know, what are you thinking?"

These words are not false at all, Ji Yirou appears in her life every time seemingly inadvertently, but it seems that she has never said what she wants.

Seeking money, sex, and profit are generally the same as human desires, but they seem to have nothing to do with Ji Yirou.

She started to drink porridge, it was indeed made by Ji Yirou, it tasted familiar.

A person's stomach is more affectionate than a person's heart. Wen Huaiyu originally planned to drink a little bit, but who knows, he accidentally finished the bowl of porridge.

As soon as she put the bowl down, she deliberately made a little noise: "It's too ordinary."

Ji Yirou said lightly, "Really?"

As she spoke, she pointed to the corner of Wen Huaiyu's lips.

Wen Huaiyu was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth, but just as soon as he moved, he said out of face: "You are not allowed to look."

Instead, Ji Yirou walked over, leaned down, traced her slender and delicate fingertips in mid-air along the line of her lips, and finally landed on one place, and said softly, "It's stained with something."

Only then did Wen Huaiyu come back to his senses, and quickly turned his head: "What are you doing?"

Ji Yirou gently raised her brows, brought a grain of white rice on her fingertips to her lips, and sucked lightly on her bright red lips: "Treasure food."

Pure and clean appearance, seemingly unintentional movements... Wen Huaiyu's face turned red unexpectedly.

She pushed the bowl: "I also drank the porridge. Ji Diamond, can you go out?"

Ji Yirou couldn't help laughing, pinched the tip of her nose a little nervously: "So, you still remember my name, sister."

Wen Huaiyu patted her hand away: "Who is your sister?"

Ji Yirou deliberately slowed down her voice: "You."

Wen Huaiyu didn't argue with her about this issue, and only asked her to go out first, but Ji Yirou refused, and only said that she wanted to stay a little longer.

Wen Huaiyu ignored her, sat on the bay window with his notebook in his arms, and said calmly, "Then you stay by yourself, I'm working."

Ji Yirou readily agreed: "Okay."

The computer was turned on, and there were a few new emails in the mailbox. They were meeting materials sent by Xiaofang. She downloaded them, clicked on them, and read them slowly. Gradually concentrate on work.

She had just finished reviewing a contract and was about to reply to Xiaofang's email, when her thoughts were interrupted by a tingling sensation from her calf...

"Ji Yirou?!"

Ji Yirou raised her head, glanced at her, then quickly lowered her head, and brushed her palm over her ankle: "When did you get hurt?"

It was because I got out of the bathtub in a hurry in the morning, and I inevitably stumbled, all thanks to the person in front of me.

The skin of the girl's palm was so delicate, and it was so itchy when she rubbed it past, Wen Huaiyu subconsciously shrank back her legs: "You don't care about me, what to do."

Ji Yirou hummed: "I'll leave it to you."

Wen Huaiyu struggled, but did not let go of her hand, and sneered: "You should know what is the relationship between the two of us..."

"what relationship."

Wen Huaiyu was upset and irritable, so he simply said clearly: "That night was an accident, commonly known as a one-night stand. After the one-night stand, we should be over. The villa and the check are all given to you. What else do you want?"

Ji Yirou didn't speak, instead squatted down, rubbed her delicately shaped ankle with some force with her palm: "It's over. But, I'm greedy."

Wen Huaiyu was so pissed off by her answer that he raised his leg to kick her, but instead Ji Yirou held the sole of her foot with one hand, and the girl's warm palm covered her: "Be good. Don't make trouble."

After speaking, she felt that Wen Huaiyu didn't intend to move any more, so she let go of her hand a little bit, and massaged along the red and swollen place rhythmically, one after another.

She lowered her eyes, with an extremely serious expression and a look of concern, as if she cared about Wen Huaiyu's every move.

Wen Huaiyu looked away, thinking, she is really a liar.

The two stayed in the room until twelve o'clock.

Although Ji Yirou didn't bother her anymore, but Wen Huaiyu couldn't concentrate anymore, she had to look down at her calf every once in a while, there were no bugs, why did she feel itchy.

No, if you stay like this, it will really kill you.

Later, Wen Huaiyu went downstairs, Wen Yan and Ji Yue had just finished playing chess, and they were in high spirits, seeing her come down, they were very happy: "Nan Nan, are you feeling better?

Wen Huaiyu nodded: "After taking the medicine, it's not a big problem, it will get better sooner."

Wen Yan disagreed with her judgment: "Xiaorou cooks good porridge. When you had a stomachache, you couldn't even drink the porridge cooked by Wu Ma."

Wen Huaiyu: "..."

Well, she'd better be quiet and keep silent.

Ji Yirou, who was named, smiled, walked over, stood behind Ji Yue, and called softly: "Grandpa."

Ji Yue hummed lightly, and looked up at Wen Huaiyu: "Xiao Wen, your grandpa has been mentioning you to me just now, he likes you very much."

Wen Huaiyu showed a reserved smile, and his tone was childlike: "I know, I like grandpa the most."

Wen Yan laughed heartily, looking happier than usual: "Sit down too, and chat with grandpa."

Wen Huaiyu sat down beside him, and this was the chance to observe Ji Yue's image carefully.

Extremely tough eyebrow arches, with a thin crease floating between the eyebrows. He is obviously 70 years old. His silver hair is grizzled, but his sideburns are neatly combed back, making him look extraordinarily well-groomed. Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi are not exaggerated.

Wen Huaiyu was suddenly a little curious about how Ji Yirou got along with her grandfather.

Like her, although she is gentle and strict, at most she can only be regarded as hard-spoken and soft-hearted, but this Grandpa Ji in front of her doesn't seem to be the case.

A few people sat on the sofa chatting, but they didn't look cold and awkward.Just because Wen Yan was too enthusiastic, the usually serious head of the Wen family is now possessed by a matchmaker, asking about Ji Yirou's age and education, and like a salesman selling goods, boasting about his granddaughter a meal.

Wen Huaiyu listened quietly, feeling quite funny in his heart.Growing up so big, she hasn't heard how grandpa praised her.

After asking about the basic situation, Wen Yan finally remembered, and asked Ji Yirou: "Xiaorou is going to graduate soon, think it over, what kind of job do you want?"

Ji Yirou paused: "Actor."

Wen Huaiyu snorted softly, the corners of his eyes and brows were cold: "Miss Ji, you have always been a good actress."

There was obvious sarcasm in her words, and she seemed to be angry, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

Fortunately, at this time, Mama Wu came out of the kitchen and said that dinner was ready.

The embarrassment was put aside, at the dinner table, Wen Yan and Ji Yue drank wine, looking very happy.

Wen Huaiyu and Ji Yirou sat opposite each other, but they didn't speak.

Until Ji Yirou picked up vegetables for her, a chopstick full of carrots, Wen Huaiyu couldn't help it: "You pick me carrots again, I won't eat it!"

Wen Yan and Ji Yue had just clinked glasses, and the meeting was quite quiet, and it seemed that her words were particularly loud.

Sure enough, Wen Yan turned his head and asked, "Do you know each other?"

If you don't know, how can you say it again.

"know."

"do not know."

"..."

Wen Huaiyu kicked her secretly under the table, what exactly does this man want to do?

Don't expose the matter between yourself and her 419, okay? In front of the elders, don't pay attention to what you say.

Ji Yirou smiled helplessly: "I chatted with my sister earlier, so I say we know each other."

Wen Huaiyu: "..."

Sister, sister, you are a ghost.

But Ji Yirou seems to be in love with this title: "Sister, eat some carrots, okay?

Wen Huaiyu didn't want to hear these two words anymore, in order to shut her mouth, he lowered his head, picked up a large piece of carrot, and bravely took a bite, as if it wasn't the carrot, but the little villain Ji Yirou.

After the meal, the grandpas had their own entertainment life, Wen Huaiyu quickly evacuated, but there was a little tail behind him that couldn't be shaken off.

Before entering the room, Wen Huaiyu finally couldn't help but stopped, turned around, and asked her: "Ji Yirou, what exactly do you want to do?"

Ji Yirou still had that indifferent and restrained look, without thinking: "I want to follow my sister."

Wen Huaiyu fiercely said to her: "How many times have I told you, don't call me sister."

She was not in a good mood, turned around, opened the door, and was just about to go in, when two slender and snowy arms wrapped around her waist, a little hard and a little fragile.

Ji Yirou hugged her from behind, sighed softly, her voice was as light as clouds, and seemed to hide affection: "I miss my sister."

Wen Huaiyu stopped, hesitantly: "Ji Yirou, don't do this."

She pushed her hand away, and walked into the room in a hurry, but before closing the door, Ji Yirou followed in, held her wrist, and locked her in her arms: "Why did you tell me not to do this?"

Wen Huaiyu was buckled on the door by her, poked the handle with his back, and moved uncomfortably: "Let go."

Ji Yirou didn't let go, on the contrary, she hugged her even more tightly, with her palm down, separating her waist from the doorknob, her clear eyes were bright and introverted: "Don't you, don't you miss me?"