Chapter 1293 Song Xing and His Wife (20)

After saying that, someone called him from behind.

Ji Xing looked over and saw seven or eight grown men standing next to the car smoking. Seeing him looking over, they nodded and waved to him in a friendly way as a greeting.

Han Ding waved to Ji Xing again, and then ran towards his brothers. Unexpectedly, the boss had a boyfriend, and he was so handsome. His temperament and appearance were as good as those of Brother Ci.

Ji Xing walked behind carrying two large bags of snacks. He was afraid that she would lose her balance and fall down again, so he could watch from behind.

Song Yiyan opened a pack of yam crisps and was eating them as if talking to herself: "He is my little brother. He just picked it up yesterday. I don't want to be the boss. It's him who always calls me that. There's nothing I can do about it." "

She didn't know what was wrong with her and what she was doing by saying this. After she finished saying it, she felt that it was unnecessary.

But you can't take back what you've already said.

Ji Xing hummed in a low voice, the look in his eyes gradually became gentle, and the corners of his lips curved into a pleasant smile.

Song Yiyan ordered everything for dinner. The food cooked by the man was so delicious that she wanted to swallow it with her tongue.

After finishing the meal, Ji Xing put away the dishes and washed the dishes.

Song Yiyan ran to the bathroom to take a shower. After taking a shower, she placed the yellow paper, cinnabar, and brushes she bought neatly on the coffee table. After clasping her hands and chanting a few words, she began to draw talismans.

Ji Xing didn't know what she was talking about, as if she was going to draw something. When he came out of the shower, he saw that the woman had curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.

She was born thin, and when she curled up into a ball, she looked indescribably cute. Her fair face was covered with red things, like a little tabby cat.

On the coffee table, calligraphy brushes, cinnabar, and ghost drawing symbols drawn on yellow paper were arranged in a messy manner. Under the brush was a half-drawn paper symbol.

He frowned, wondering what she was doing. These things were all used by Taoists to draw talismans. She was no longer a star, but wanted to change her career to become a magic stick?

"Song Yiyan." Ji Xing looked at her condescendingly and shouted.

Song Yiyan didn't react at all. After falling asleep, her whole body was as soft as a ball of fluffy hair.

Ji Xing's heart felt soft after seeing this. He squatted beside her and gently scratched the tip of her nose with his long, jade-like fingers: "You take my bed, I'm going to sleep in your bed."

Song Yiyan was tickled by his annoyance, so she stretched out her little hand and patted his hand, and shrugged the tip of her nose.

Ji Xing looked at the woman sleeping like a little pig, and finally shook his head helplessly, bent down and picked her up.

The little woman in his arms immediately reached out and hugged his waist, and rubbed her little face in his arms, just like a coquettish kitten.

Song Yiyan's cell phone was thrown everywhere, and she didn't know whether it fell on the ground or was dropped by her.

Ji Xing picked up the phone, the beep sounded, and the WeChat message clearly popped up on the screen.

No. 1: Are you free tomorrow? I want to see you.

The profile picture is of a young and handsome man with a bright smile.

His hand holding the phone tightened suddenly, with such strength that it seemed as if he was going to crush the phone. The look in his eyes was cold to the core, and the corner of his lips curled up into a mocking smile.

number 1?

Was it No. 1 who sent her the message?

What about him? What's his number? Did she assign a number to every man?

The woman on the bed was sleeping peacefully. She didn't know what she was dreaming about, and she was giggling while hugging the quilt.

He turned his head and glanced, cute? What's so cute about her? It's just that he is blind!

The phone was thrown heavily into the corner of the sofa. He picked up a coat and walked out decisively without any nostalgia.

There was a bang and the door was slammed shut, as if he was extremely frightened and even trembled.

On the sofa, An Yin's figure suddenly appeared. She glanced at the blackened mobile phone screen, then at the door, and finally her eyes fell on the sleeping Song Yiyan.

Her boyfriend was very angry and seemed to have misunderstood her.

When Song Yiyan woke up in the morning, the house was deserted. There was no masculine atmosphere. There was no living room, no kitchen, no bathroom, and no balcony.

"What are you looking for?" An Yin looked at her lying on the ground and looked under the sofa and bed, thinking she was looking for something.

"Where's the dog man?" Song Yiyan muttered, yawned widely, and rubbed her messy hair, showing no image at all.

An Yin had a black line on her forehead: Is this okay? Is his boyfriend the kind of guy who hides under the sofa and under the bed?

Song Yiyan didn't know where the man had gone. She put on her slippers and went to wash up. Did the doggy man go to work? Is the supermarket open at this time?

An Yin: "He's gone."

Song Yiyan turned around: "Go to the supermarket?"

An Yin stood at the door and shook her head: "He left last night."

Song Yiyan sneered coldly, not caring: "Just leave!"

Who can't live without him?

An Yin looked at her apologetically: "I'm sorry, your boyfriend saw the message that scumbag Yan Mingxi sent you. He may have misunderstood something. Do you want me to help explain it."

Song Yiyan gritted her teeth fiercely: "A bitch man peeking at my phone?"

Seeing her anger, An Yin hurriedly shook her head and explained, "I saw it accidentally. I can testify that he happened to see it when he was picking up her hand."

She didn't want to be the one who destroyed the relationship between other people's lovers. She had to explain it clearly and not let them misunderstand.

Song Yiyan sneered and curled her lips. She snorted from her nose. She didn't answer, but her hands brushed their teeth more fiercely.

The dog man was an ungrateful wolf who could never be tamed. He left without even telling her. If he wants to go away, then go away. It's better to go away. If he has the guts, he will never come back!

Song Yiyan looked at the messy kitchen, the pot on the ground, the burnt fried eggs and bread, and the oil splashed everywhere in the kitchen. She was deeply depressed.

In the end, she clearly realized her own strength. Cooking was a hellish difficulty for her. She decided to go out to eat!

When An Yin went out, she could only possess her jade pendant. She could clearly feel that she was in a state of extreme anxiety and anger, and she was so scared that she didn't dare to breathe.

Her boyfriend ran away from home, and she was angry.

She wanted to tell her that her boyfriend cared about her very much and asked her to go out and find him. It would be fine if the misunderstanding was explained clearly, otherwise the misunderstanding would only get bigger and bigger.

But...

嘤嘤嘤...

She is a dead person...

She dare not speak...

Song Yiyan could no longer go to the crew, and she had nothing to do during the day, so she lay at home all day. It was only when An Yin called her that it was time to go on a date that she got up with an unhappy look on her face.