"Hey, Mr. Luo, Mr. Song."
Ji Wuyin's expression was stern, and his eyes turned in a different direction involuntarily.
There are shadows of people outside the bamboo screen, and their faces cannot be seen clearly.
"My car is blocked, ask the owner to move it." Luo Lixuan reported the location and license plate.
The manager felt the sweat on his forehead. People who come here are either rich or expensive. It is very offensive to disturb the guests who are enjoying tea for a parking space.
But Luo Lixuan is also someone who cannot be messed with, especially when Song Zhiyu is standing next to him.
He was in a dilemma and gave some advice.
"Huh?" Ji Wuyin looked at Ke Hui who suddenly stood up and asked, "Is it your car?"
Ke Hui nodded with a bad expression.
"I've long heard that Mr. Luo is dedicated to love. It turned out to be the case today when I saw him. He even only stared at one parking space."
The bamboo screen opened, and Ji Wuyin saw the anxious manager, Luo Lixuan, who was arguing hard, and Song Zhiyu, who was standing aside with a relaxed expression.
Hearing Ji Wuyin's voice, the three of them turned their heads.
The manager subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly realized that the car might belong to Ji Wuyin and then took a sharp breath.
If the Ji family faced off against the Luo family and the Song family, he could go directly to the Palace of Hell to report.
"Mr. Ji." Luo Lixuan softened his expression, "Is that car yours?"
"It's mine." Ke Hui walked out from behind Ji Wuyin, "Let's go, I'll move the car with you."
Luo Lixuan made a "please" gesture. Ji Wuyin was standing on the side near the exit. Half of her body was blocking the aisle. Luo Lixuan had to stand next to her if he wanted to go over.
So he stopped and looked at Ji Wuyin hesitantly.
"Master Luo, you have to know how to do things in moderation." Ji Wuyin looked at him and warned him quietly, then took a step back and gave way to the aisle.
Luo Lixuan was startled for a moment, then understood what she meant, and his attitude towards Ke Hui became a little better.
After they went out, the manager saw that the matter was resolved and hurriedly greeted the two giant Buddhas who were still standing.
"Come in and wait inside." Ji Wuyin tilted his head inward and motioned for Song Zhiyu to come with him.
Song Zhiyu raised his eyebrows but did not refuse.
A dark camera at the corner where no one noticed, slowly moved along with their figures.
With the bamboo screen closed, the elegant house is as quiet as a paradise. Behind the LCD screen on the side, the birds singing and the flowers playing, and the fish playing in the water are just like the real thing.
The sound of gurgling water rippled through the two people as they sat facing each other in silence.
Ji Wuyin finished two pieces of cake and drank half a cup of tea, but there was no movement outside.
It shouldn't take so long to move a car.
She wiped her mouth and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Passing by Song Zhiyu, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
"Your people are making things difficult for my people, shouldn't I go and see?"
Although she specifically warned Luo Lixuan before going out, there was no guarantee that other accidents would not occur.
"You're convicting me before the matter is clear?" Song Zhiyu asked, "What if it's the other way around?"
Ji Wuyin's brows were covered with a hint of frost and snow, and he affirmed: "It's impossible."
She glanced down at Song Zhiyu and used her skill to shake off his hand.
"Just go and find out what happened." She strode out, her long hair tied up making arcs in the air.
He didn't take more than two steps when his ankle suddenly felt warm, and then he staggered and stopped.
Her beautiful eyes filled with anger, she turned back and scolded: "Song Zhiyu, are you crazy?!"
She only wore a pair of black velvet bell-bottom pants today, and the slightly slit legs just gave Song Zhiyu room to move.
He grabbed her ankle and turned a deaf ear to her scolding.
The increased strength in the palm of his hand burned Ji Wuyin's skin, as if a small round hole had been burned out of his heart.
Song Zhiyu climbed up the delicate skin and observed Ji Wuyin's expression from bottom to top.
Seeing her vivid expression of holding back embarrassment and anger, most of the depression wrapped in her heart quickly dissipated.
"Have you had enough fun? If you don't let me go, I'll kick you." Ji Wuyin threatened while enduring the ups and downs of his heart.
But in Song Zhiyu's eyes, he could only see her charming and blushing face.
His Adam's apple rolled, and a chuckle escaped.
The other hand also wrapped around her.
Ji Wuyin's pursed lips let out an uncontrollable exclamation, and then his whole body was pulled down and fell down, sitting on top of Song Zhiyu.
Song Zhiyu pressed the back of her head, leaned forward and asked an irrelevant question in her ear, "Zhizhi, have you never thought about why I am here?"
Ji Wuyin pressed his hard chest and tilted his head. His thoughts that were a little chaotic suddenly became clear.
Although she guessed the reason, she was unwilling to fulfill his wish and let him see the joke.
So, she stared at his smooth jaw and said deliberately: "Do you miss me?"
His figure was reflected in her clear and dark eyes, as if sealed in a crystal ball.
Song Zhiyu saw the little provocation in her eyes and put away his lazy posture.
When the ends of the hair poked into the skin, it always felt a little itchy. The thorns all over Ji Wuyin's body softened instantly, and the sarcasm that had not yet been spoken suddenly changed its tone.
She was like a full balloon, and the earlobe held by him was like a needle, causing her to slowly deflate and become soft.
"Song Er, you!" Her earlobes were her sensitive points, and they were invaded by him wantonly. Her gasping power was not as intimidating as a kitten.
Song Zhiyu grinded this small piece of soft flesh between his lips and tongue, and his dark pupils were gradually stained with lust. He tightened his arms, feeling her trembling and soft body, and her charming little body was embedded in the surging desire. Face.
The red lips were slightly parted, and the slightly hurried gasp was masked by the crisp sound of running water.
There are sparks floating in the air, and once the primer is ignited, it will be out of control.
Song Zhiyu walked along her curves toward the dangerous zone. Thinking of the photos and videos that had been posted on the Internet in recent days, his sharp teeth increased a little more force and asked vaguely: "Does it feel good? Has Zhou Qingnan ever served you like this?"
