moonlight lure

Ji Yanchen didn't look at her, looked ahead and said softly: "Just say what you want to say."

She had been secretly watching him for a long time when he got off the bus, but now she became silent again after the guests got off the bus.

His sister, who has been silent since she was a child, once made a startling statement: "I think she is very much like the King of our family."

Ji Yanchen was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Ji Jia replied quietly: "Aloof."

He paused, then laughed, holding the steering wheel and said, "She is already very enthusiastic today."

Thinking of the way she had pounced on him cautiously yet bravely just now, he suppressed the rising edge of his lips and glanced at the person next to him as if nothing had happened: "Your first impression of her is that she is cold?"

Ji Jia looked at him calmly, knowing in her heart that this was her brother's first girlfriend, and she would definitely praise her in this situation, and she would go the extra mile to make him feel very comfortable.

After thinking for a moment, she spoke softly: "You have a good image and good temperament. Standing next to you makes you look rich."

Ji Yanchen couldn't hold back his smile after hearing this: "I thank you on her behalf."

She asked him in turn: "Did you come to Chengdu because of her?"

He hummed.

Ji Jiajing paused for a while and then suddenly asked: "Is she the girl you had a crush on in high school?"

Ji Yanchen looked sideways in surprise: "How do you know?"

He had never mentioned his nine-year crush on her to anyone. The only time he vaguely revealed it was at the farewell banquet when he left the army and came to Chengdu, but he could not withstand the torture of everyone.

Ji Jia said quietly: "You don't hide it well either."

Ji Yanchen: "."

He raised his arms and rubbed his forehead, looking at her face: "How do you know?"

She said succinctly: "Look at your plane."

Ji Yanchen was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that he had written Song Shiwei's initials on the bottom of the model in high school.

The memory of the dead middle school student suddenly attacked. His face felt a little hot, he cleared his throat, pretended to be calm and asked, "Who else knows?"

The person next to me said nonchalantly: "Only I can clean your broken model for you, and who else can see it except me."

He took advantage of the situation and said, "Thank you very much. Can I ask you one more favor?"

Ji Jia glanced sideways: "What?"

He said: "She doesn't know this. Don't let it slip during dinner tomorrow."

She looked at his profile, as if a little confused:

"You didn't say any of this, how did you catch him?"

Ji Yanchen frowned and asked, "Is this all I can say?"

If he could only use his nine years of love to kidnap her into submission, then he would be too useless.

The person in the passenger seat seemed to say casually: "Because you don't seem to be the type she would like. I think she would like the fair and clean one."

Ji Yanchen chuckled: "Dr. Ji, you are all so good at studying psychology. Can you even tell this when we meet you for the first time?"

Ji Jia was silent for a long time, with the corners of her lips pursed slightly. Tonight is destined to be a confessional. She took a deep breath silently and prepared to face the storm: "I just looked at your phone."

The air in the car suddenly became silent, and the voice from the driver's seat sounded coldly: "Ji Jia."

The double pressure from the blood and aura of the people around him hit him. Ji Jia sat up straight and explained quickly: "I didn't mean to peek. You left your backup phone in the living room when you returned home from the army. I haven't seen it before." It’s such an old phone, so I picked it up out of curiosity and looked at it, and accidentally opened the message draft box.”

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became. Ji Yanchen frowned and asked, "What did you see?" Ji Jia whispered, "You scolded her boyfriend."

When he glanced at her seriously, she quickly corrected, "Ex-boyfriend."

Ji Yanchen said in a deep voice: "That's not called scolding, that's called narrating."

She nodded: "You described that her ex-boyfriend was a gentle pretty boy when he was not moving, but was a delicate rookie when he was moving. He was beaten and dunked by you on the basketball court. I didn't dare to read the rest."

Ji Yanchen pursed his lips tightly and said nothing for a long time. Until the car drove smoothly into the basement, he was a little annoyed and whispered in a low voice: "Don't talk too much tomorrow."

She responded obediently: "I know."

After a while, he couldn't help but ask: "Am I black?"

The people beside him looked at him silently and said nothing. Ji Huai waved helplessly: "I understand, get out of the car."

When he got out of the car, he silently glanced at the rearview mirror, feeling a little worried.

He was born with this color number, what should I do? Is it still too late for maintenance?

The brother and sister walked into the elevator one after another.

Ji Jia observed his face, and comforted him with a wink: "Skin tanning is popular now, and girls' aesthetics are different from those back then."

Ji Yanchen didn't accept her favor and said coldly: "Don't you still like Bai just like you did back then?"

She pursed her lips and looked away: "He has been fairer than you since he was a child."

Ji Yanchen said in a weird voice, "Yes, other people's brothers are all fair and lovable."

Song Shiwei's weakling ex-boyfriend was the pretty boy No. 1, and Xie Zhan's dog was the pretty boy No. 2. When he joined the army, he took advantage of it and kidnapped his sister out of ambition and madness.

No one who looks white is good.

Ji Jia didn't respond to him and walked out of the elevator in silence. Ji Yanchen threw the key to her and said indifferently: "Open the door, Xie Jia."

This name has origins. It can be traced back to a time when he had a fight with Xie Zhan in junior high school. When it ended, she nervously went to care about his injuries.

Since then, the name has been passed down, and Ji Jia also knows that he is in the wrong, and silently allows Ji Yanchen to be weird every time.

He was able to scream smoothly one night, and blurted out during lunch the next day: "Ji Jia, let's see what we eat."

Ji Yanchen and Song Shiwei sat on one side, and Ji Jia sat opposite him.

Ji Yanchen threw the menu to the person opposite. Song Shiwei was a little surprised and asked in a low voice: "Your mother's surname is Xie?"

He was stunned for a moment and then laughed: "No, her brother's surname is Xie."

Song Shiwei understood instantly. He held her hand under the table, lowered his face and asked, "Have you eaten all the supper last night?"

She shook her head: "No, you bought too much, give half of it to Yao Jiajia."

Ji Yanchen hummed and glanced at her. She was dressed more intellectually and formally than usual today. She wore a dark gray knee-length shirt dress with staggered buttons at the waist, which highlighted her waistline perfectly. Her long black hair was tied low on the back of her head, exposing her white ears. Her silhouette, thin neck, and broken hair on her cheeks add a bit of a casual atmosphere to her whole body. She is so beautiful that she is careless and shocking.

Feeling the heat in the eyes of the people next to her, Song Shiwei touched her collar uncomfortably: "What are you looking at?"

Ji Yanchen whispered in her ear: "You look so beautiful today. Sitting next to me makes me look rich."

She lifted her lips helplessly after hearing this, silently pushed his arm under the table to signal him to sit back, and teased: "Be confident, Officer Ji, you're not bad either, you're just a little shady."

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The curve at the end of Ji Yanchen's lips was slightly stiff. Ji Jia, who was opposite him, almost couldn't hold back his laughter. She coughed hard and said, "I'm done."

The waiter took away the menu and served peanut smoothie and fruit salad.