Marriage pet: marrying a thousand gold

Chapter 16 Hanged on a Tree Named Jin Ziqi

Yin Li froze, but Jin Ziqi didn't stop there: "Your 'he' wouldn't want to see you fall out with your family because of 'him', Li, life is long, you will always meet someone Someone who loves you."

For a long time after the voice fell, there was only silence between each other to exaggerate the atmosphere.

After a long, long time, Yin Li turned his head, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, raised his hand and scratched his hair, then rubbed his eyebrows, looked at Jin Ziqi and sighed: "Why did you end up trying to persuade me? Go in and rest, there will probably be a verbal war waiting for you tomorrow morning."

After Yin Li finished speaking, he opened the driver's door and was about to get in, but Jin Ziqi took a step forward and said, "Some people are destined to be unavailable to us. A Li, persistence will only hurt us."

Yin Li raised his eyebrows and crossed his eyes at Jin Ziqi, and left a sentence before the sports car sped out of the villa area: "I never thought that Su Hengfeng was worthy of you, and it's your luck that you didn't get him."

Jin Ziqi recalled Yin Li's words, sighed with a smile, lowered his head and kissed Jin Moumou on the forehead, then hugged him and pressed the doorbell, waiting for the servant at home to come to open the door.

"I didn't expect you to really dare to beat the son of the Gao family."

Liang Yichen leaned comfortably on the sofa, and while looking at the most luxurious suite in the Shengshi Mansion, he said: "The daughter of the Gao family showed her affections to you at the banquet, but when you turned around, you beat her brother up." I guess I won't be able to see this Miss Gao on any occasion for nearly a month."

Song Qiyan let Liang Yichen mutter there alone, then waved away the personal butler who had treated his arm wound, got up and went to the wine cabinet to take out a bottle of Cordon Bleu Martell.

Liang Yichen rolled his eyes at Song Qiyan's small arm wrapped in white gauze, squinted his eyes as if thinking, and suddenly a light flashed in his eyes, leaning forward and asking treacherously: "Song Qiyan, tell me honestly, do you have a crush on Miss Jin?" ?”

Song Qiyan was pouring wine at that time, Liang Yichen's shocking words made his hand holding the wine bottle slip, and the dark golden copper liquid leaked out of the glass without paying attention, the neck of the bottle touched the wall of the glass, making a sound like a clear spring .

Song Qiyan frowned. He stared at his left hand, which was dripping with wine, and then slowly held it. He raised his head and smiled at Liang Yichen who was looking at him with raised eyebrows: "Slippery hand."

Liang Yichen also laughed, he was dubious about Song Qiyan's explanation, but he didn't want to get entangled in the topic of "hand slipping". He took the glass of blue ribbon that Song Qiyan handed over, and lightly touched his.

"You haven't been looking for a woman for so many years, how did you find yourself an unclimbable peak?"

Song Qiyan just glanced at Liang Yichen coldly, then went straight to the sofa next to him and sat down.

With his slender legs crossed casually, he leaned back lazily on the back of the sofa, his slightly open shirt revealing his well-structured chest. He raised his jaw and took a sip of his wine.

Liang Yichen rubbed the bridge of his nose in a self-defeating way, and then took a sip of wine. The acrid stimulation filled his throat. Before he could recover, he heard Song Qiyan's voice suddenly.

"Miss Jin Ziqi, isn't she already married and having children?"

On the one hand, Song Qiyan resisted any topic about Jin Ziqi, but on the other hand, he was extremely eager to know everything about her. Even if the news would ridicule his face, he still wanted to find out.

Liang Yichen was stunned by Song Qiyan's endless words, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He looked at Song Qiyan's sullen drinking, and asked in surprise, "Who told you that Miss Jin's family is married and gave birth to a child? "

The moonlight diffused on the balcony, making the ground bright white.

The white double-layer gauze curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows were half-closed, and with the night wind, the faint yellow halo in the house floated.

Song Qiyan leaned his back gently on the railing of the balcony, and stepped on a horizontal rail casually with one foot from behind. He turned his face sideways, and his eyes fell on the shimmering area under the prosperous mansion under the full moon. sparkling lake.

What can't get out of his mind is Liang Yichen's unfavorable words: "Want to marry that eldest lady of the Jin family as a wife? Ayan, I didn't hit you. To be honest, one word is difficult; two words are difficult." "Three words, very difficult; four words, wash up and sleep."

Song Qiyan took out the lighter from his trouser pocket, played it skillfully between his bony long fingers for a while, then stood up straight with his slender body, turned around and lay down on the rail lightly.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket with gauze-bound hands, and there was faint blood oozing from the white gauze, but he didn't seem to see it. He just took out a cigarette and lit it, and stood there and began to smoke slowly.

He held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and the light from the cigarette flickered against his face.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, full of thoughts.

The smoke rings spewed out slowly scattered in the air, carrying a bit of dull melancholy, and then dissipated quickly.

Disappeared without a trace, as if it never existed.

Before Liang Yichen left, he never forgot to give him a blow: "Ayan, there are so many women in this world, don't hang yourself on a tree, or a bare tree that doesn't grow a single leaf all the year round."

Song Qiyan was absolutely unwilling to tell Liang Yichen that he had put a noose around his neck as early as four years ago, and it was a noose with a dead knot, and the other end of the rope was tied to the tree Jin Ziqi by coincidence. superior.

And don't talk to Song Qiyan about "where there is no grass in the world, why bother to love a single flower" and so on.

Because since Jin Ziqi, except for this woman named Jin Ziqi, in his eyes, other members of the opposite sex belong to the same family as the dogtail grass by the roadside.

In fact, even he himself didn't understand why it became like this.

In the past four years, so many women have thrown themselves into their arms, but the facts have proved that Song Qiyan is an outlier, he has completely broken the paradox that men are animals that think from the lower body.

He was not impulsive towards those women with big breasts and hips, and he didn't have that kind of thought even when he was drunk.

Let alone while awake.

However, he had to admit a truth that made him feel ashamed: only Jin Ziqi, only her, at least in the four years after having sex with her, she was the only woman who did it!

She made him inexplicably impulsive, and sometimes he would be impulsive when he thought about it!
Just like today, four years later, even if he just looked at her, he seemed to be possessed, completely without self-thinking ability, like a fool without a brain.

Song Qiyan cut off the cigarette butt, left the cold railing, spit out the last puff of cigarette, threw away the cigarette butt and walked back to the room, but inadvertently saw the mobile phone he had left on the sofa.

The clock on the wall was ticking. Song Qiyan was sitting on the sofa, staring at the mobile phone on the coffee table for more than 5 minutes, or even more than an hour. He kept making one movement.

(End of this chapter)