gentle fall

Ji Yirou slept with her for a while, got up first, and called her after breakfast, Wen Huaiyu buried her cheek in the pillow: "I won't get up."

The two had a fuss in the dark the night before, and now she really wished she could live on the bed for the rest of her life and be buried under the quilt.

Ji Yirou lay on the bed, stroking the hair on her shoulders, dark red marks were faintly visible on the fair and delicate skin, shoulders, back, chest... She blushed, knowing that she was really not serious : "Okay, you sleep, I will hug you and get dressed."

Wen Huaiyu hummed twice, and when Ji Yirou picked her up, she almost wanted to cry: "I'm so tired...it's all your fault."

Ji Yirou coaxed her: "It's my fault, it's all my fault. But Zhou Ran called and asked you to go to the company. I'm going to see grandpa, and he needs someone to accompany him."

Wen Huaiyu was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, like a marionette, Ji Yirou put on clothes and shoes for her, and handed her a water glass and a toothbrush before she managed to wake up, splashed a little cold water on her face to dispel sleepy.

The porridge was still cooking in the pot, Ji Yirou went down first and prepared all the tableware, Wen Huaiyu held on to the handrail of the stairs and walked down yawning, his eyes were misty, he was wearing a knitted towel with a white rough collar, his expression Zhong was so confused that he was so cute, he sat down at the table, resting his chin with his hands, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, as if he would fall asleep in a second.

Just as Ji Yirou came out of the kitchen, she put a bowl of multigrain porridge, accompanied by fried eggs, and ham in front of her, and gently pinched her cheek: "Nan Nan, it's time to eat."

Wen Huaiyu's cheek was pinched by her, but she didn't become more awake, but leaned back and fell into her arms: "...I'm sleepy."

Ji Yirou had nothing to do with her, so she sat down and hugged her: "I'll feed you."

Wen Huaiyu was half asleep and half awake. Hearing these three words, he seemed to wake up a little bit. He instinctively felt embarrassed, but when he thought of...I said all the more embarrassing things last night, I didn't have so much psychological burden for a while. ...Thought and thought, she was still awake, her eyes were no longer foggy, but she didn't dare to look at her: "I can do it myself."

The corners of Ji Yirou's lips curled up, with an extremely gentle smile, and she handed the spoon to her, saying in a flat tone, "I didn't see you shy last night."

Wen Huaiyu stopped scooping the porridge, raised his head to look at her, his eyes were full of brilliance, and his tone was reproachful: "Don't mention last night!"

Ji Yirou also turned her head, her slender and delicate eyebrows and eyes gleamed like mountains and moons, calm and plain, Suhui is moving: "I won't mention it. Can you forget it yourself?"

When Wen Huaiyu was asked back, her cheeks turned red in an instant... She still remembers how anxious and urgent she was, how straightforward her words were, and her passionate actions... It's really not like her.

She even suspected that Ji Yirou gave herself some kind of... medicine from ancient times, which made her so unbearable...want it.

She lowered her head and muttered, "It's all an accident... Last night, last night was to coax you."

Ji Yirou didn't refute, didn't even respond, just let out a very pleasant laugh from her throat, Wen Huaiyu's cheeks were flushed, her long eyelashes fell down, and she felt very guilty.

It's all an excuse... She knew it herself, she couldn't stand the teasing, so she thought... yes, maybe it was because she was close to her by the swimming pool... Actually it wasn't, it should have been earlier, long before she got hurt When Ji Yirou changed her medicine, she would...be miserable every day.

It is probably the first taste, always so insatiable.

The thought of this made her ears even hotter.

Ji Yirou had already finished the porridge, stood up, stroked her hair lightly, leaned down, and blew softly in her ear: "I have something to do, I have to go to the brokerage company first. You eat first , let Zhou Ran pick you up later."

After such a fuss, her ears were numb, she lowered her head and drank the porridge: "Got it, you should go out first."

Ji Yirou hummed, and then told her a few words: "It's cold today, remember to wear a scarf."

"I'll be back early. Don't be too busy at work."

"I see, it's not a child. You can go."

The corners of Ji Yirou's lips curled up, she carried her bag, and walked away in brown British leather shoes. She smiled at her when the door was closed, her cheeks were plump, her eyes were bright, and she did not look like she was overworked last night.

Wen Huaiyu couldn't help it, rubbed his waist quietly, hissed, a little sore and a little painful.

It is said that there is no plowed land, only exhausted cattle... Then why is Ji Yirou not tired at all?

Could it be because Ji Yirou is a few years younger than her, her physical strength is much better, and her energy is particularly strong?

Wen Huaiyu was a little depressed, really couldn't figure it out, didn't want to eat anymore, went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, saw the blue and black under his eyes, and snorted: "I don't live up to it!"

……

Ji Yirou went out and stood on the road waiting for the bus.

She was wearing a light brown beret hat and a gray fringed scarf, ready to hail a taxi as usual.

The morning in late autumn was already very cold, and the water vapor between her breaths had condensed into white mist. She took a deep breath, waited for a long time, and couldn't help stamping her feet, only to realize that there were two little girls next to her. Seeing her, she blushed instantly when her eyes met.

The two girls hesitated for a while, and the young girl had already stepped forward: "Please, is this Ji Yirou? We are your fans. Goddess...is that you?"

Ji Yirou was taken aback, and smiled very gently: "Do I still have fans?"

"Really!!! Of course there is, we are!"

Ji Yirou lowered her head and smiled, as if she remembered that after Wen's Group posted Weibo last time, she did gain some fans.It's just that her Weibo is usually handed over to Chen Qi, and I don't pay much attention to it, and I don't know that she will have fans.

It's just a young actress with no reputation, plus the two incidents of being called a leapfrogged CP and Yang Jingxi crying in the show, passers-by probably don't have a good impression of her.She still believed it when she said it was a black fan, but she couldn't believe it when she said it was a fan girl.

Seeing that she didn't speak, the girl blushed shyly, but she was reluctant to leave, and said in a stuttering voice: "Goddess, can you sign for us?"

Ji Yirou said softly: "Okay. Do you want to take a group photo?"

She even took the initiative to take a group photo, but it really excited the little fans, jumping happily: "Is it possible? Is it really possible?"

Ji Yirou reached out and helped the brim of the hat up: "Why not?"

The two girls glanced at each other, and couldn't help but say, "Boss Wen... Oh, that is, your wife is a big jealousy."

Ji Yirou smiled when she heard the words: "Really? I don't even know."

"Otherwise, Goddess, would you give it a try?"

"How to try? Forget it...take pictures first."

The little fan nodded vigorously and said yes, but was embarrassed to stand in front: "Goddess, the good-looking person stands in front, can you be in front? Just use your mobile phone, and you can send it to Mr. Wen for a look."

Ji Yirou nodded embarrassingly, her fair and cold face was stained with scarlet, and she was even more gentle: "Come on, look at the camera. One, two, three!"

She is so approachable and has no airs, the two girls are more courageous: "This is our Weibo. Goddess, remember to post it to her."

Ji Yirou pursed her lips and smiled, suddenly feeling at a loss: "She should...she shouldn't."

The person she likes first always appears more anxious and insecure in her relationship. She has never noticed it, but at this moment she still can't help thinking: Will she?

But thinking about it carefully, Wen Huaiyu never even said a serious love word to her.The most blunt and explicit sentence was the one she forced and pestered her to say in the situation last night.

When she thought of Wen Huaiyu, she thought far away. It took a few minutes to remember to say goodbye to the little fans, and before saying goodbye, she sent the photo out through the air.

Ji Yirou reached out to stop a bus by the side of the road, got on the bus, exhaled lightly, and rubbed her hot face.

Autumn in the north is lonely and clean. Both sides of the road are full of white birch trees. The trunks are straight and tall, pointing to the sky. The sky is cloudless and light blue.

After thinking and thinking, she turned on the screen of her phone, opened WeChat, clicked on the top chat history, and sent the photo.

Wen Huaiyu quickly replied: "?"

"The little fan I met on the side of the road took a photo with me."

"It's pretty. But, do you like this young and fresh one?"

Ji Yirou was stunned for a moment, and felt a little bit of displeasure from her words. She should have denied it, but she made a strange mistake: "Yes. She looks only eighteen or nineteen years old. It's nice to be young."

The other party didn't reply to the message immediately, Ji Yirou stared at the phone in a daze.

That's when the call came in.

She suppressed the quietly pervading happiness, and said in a flat voice, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

Wen Huaiyu's tone was not very good: "Ji Yirou, have you taken a fancy to him?"

Ji Yirou hummed lightly: "Who are you looking at?"

"You said you like young, fresh and delicious!"

"Yes. But who do I see?"

"You know what to ask! Ji Yirou, do you—"

She dragged her voice out and paused for two seconds before asking, "Is there a dog outside?!"

Ji Yirou almost couldn't hold back, almost laughed out, took the phone a little farther away, then smiled in a low voice, and continued talking after her voice calmed down: "If you say yes, what will you do?"

Wen Huaiyu smiled coldly: "Then don't blame me for being cruel, I broke your leg and locked you up at home."

Ji Yirou couldn't bear it anymore, held the phone, and burst out laughing: "Have you been thinking about my legs for a long time?"

When she smiled, the other end of the phone fell silent, as if she knew she was joking, but she was so foolishly hooked.

The phone was hung up, and before that, Wen Huaiyu said angrily: "When you come back, I will settle accounts with you!"

Ji Yirou still couldn't help laughing, and sent a WeChat message while laughing: "I don't like others."

"You're pretty too."

"There's no dog, just you."

She smiled so freely that the driver uncle couldn't help joking: "What's the matter, so happy?"

Ji Yirou pursed her lower lip: "My wife said she would break my leg."

driver:"……"

Today's young people are a little...well, they are extremely simple, rude and brutal.

"Then you can still laugh?"

"Of course."

With a smile on her face, Ji Yirou looked out the window, the sun was brighter than usual, and the air seemed sweeter than usual.

Just a little bit is fine.

She is still so easy to please.

As long as Wen Huaiyu likes her a little bit, and eats a little bit of jealousy for her, her heart will be soaked in a honey pot, so sweet that it can't be added, and she will only see that person in her heart and eyes.