follow my heart

The rain was tilted by the strong wind, Meng Buqing sniffed the smell mixed with earthy smell in the air, and tightly held Ji Wan's arm.

Suddenly, I realized that although the umbrella was big enough to cover two people, it wasn't that perfect.

She raised her hand and held Ji Wan's umbrella hand.

Will obviously adjust to her own angle, caressed the white and delicate skin on the back of her hand, and said with a smile: "The wind is blowing towards you, I am hiding next to you, and you are blocking it for me. It's raining."

"The car is just ahead." Ji Wan lifted her chin, still holding her umbrella calmly.

He took the key from a distance and opened the door lock.

First go around to the co-pilot and let Meng Buqing get in the car.

Ji Wan opened the car door to close the umbrella, got in, and was about to pull the seat belt with her hands.The little girl next to her jumped on her, and as soon as the car door was closed, the calm girl who was chatting and laughing with others disappeared, revealing her true nature like a big dog waiting for her master to return, sticking out her arms for a hug.

She raised her hand and hugged her back, smiling in surprise and cooperation: "Miss me?"

"Ah."

"I can't wait to go home and hug."

"..."

Meng Buqing suddenly raised his face and kissed her lips without saying a word.

Blocked the next more teasing words.

Ji Wan could only open her lips obediently, allowing her to kiss her, touching her cheeks with both hands, which was cold but so soft.As the kiss gradually became short of breath, the coldness of the two people in the wind and rain was quickly replaced by flushed faces.

The breath overlaps.

Ji Wan raised her hand and unbuttoned it for her to kiss.

Exposing the slender and white neck and collarbone.

Her long hair hung down to hide the expression in her eyes.

"..."

Kissed for a while.

Ji Wan pushed her away and said, "Aren't you afraid of being seen by others?"

"You are not afraid, what am I afraid of?" Meng Buqing said so, and then looked at the high-definition film pasted on the car window, the roadside scenery was clear.

How blind she must be to realize that this is a one-way membrane that can only be viewed from the inside out, but people outside cannot see the inside.

Meng Buqing added with a smile: "Your car parked quite well, you don't have to walk a lot, and you don't block anyone's road. Did you have a premeditated plan?"

Ji Wan: "..."

Meng Buqing felt cute when she saw her rolling her eyes.

Bow your head and want to kiss again.

Ji Wan hid inside.

Meng Buqing got closer to her.

Ji Wan was pressed between the car door and her body by her, there was nowhere to hide, she could only curl up in her arms, when she raised her head, her chin slightly raised as if asking for a kiss, "Let's go home..."

The voice was panting.

The second half of the sentence was blocked by the pressed lips.

She kissed more and more, the tip of her nose rubbed against her neck, her lips fell on her collarbone and bit her gently.The hem of Ji Wan's clothes was lifted up, and Meng Buqing's hands were quite dishonest, wherever she went, she felt her whole body scalding like a fever.

Her breathing became short of breath, and Ji Wan also forgot what she wanted to say.

until the bra button is undone.

Ji Wan wanted to push her away, adjusted the angle several times, and sank deeply into the seat of the driver's cab.Controlled by her, her brows tightened, and she could only whimper softly.Making a sound is like wanting to refuse or welcome.

She startled herself.

Meng Buqing's eyes flickered, and he looked up at her deeply.

Ji Wan shook her head in despair.

"..."

"It's just a kiss, what are you afraid of?"

Meng Buqing let her go.She was smiling, as if nothing had happened.

It's just that the voice is obviously hoarse.

Ji Wan remained silent, the pinkness on her cheeks quietly burning to her earlobes.

She raised her hands and quickly buttoned up the sleeves of her clothes, put her hands on the steering wheel, and stared at the empty road ahead.I thought to myself, this little bastard must have had more than just a kiss in mind just now.

-

The car drove home a little later than usual.Meng Buqing went into the kitchen to wash his hands and cook, and was in a daze while cooking, thinking about what activities he should propose to do at night.

The meal is brought to the table.

Ji Wan picked up the chopsticks and said, "I have a video conference later."

"..."

Meng Buqing looked up at her, then lowered his head, pretending that there was nothing serious about it, and said: "Okay, you should combine work and rest, and don't work too hard."

The tone is unmistakably flat and soft.

"Okay," Ji Wan smiled, "I know."

There was a few seconds of silence.

Meng Buqing puffed up his face and looked up at her dejectedly, but saw Ji Wan still looking at him.

Both of them seem to have something to say.

After a long pause, Ji Wan ate as usual.

Meng Buqing frowned slightly, and asked tentatively, "What time does your meeting end?"

"09:30."

"Okay, then I... can I come to you after you finish work?"

Ji Wan held the tomato scrambled egg in front of her with her chopsticks, and she lowered her eyes, as if she was waiting for her to say this, Ying De said softly, "Okay."

He didn't ask her what to do with him.

Meng Buqing wanted to put it bluntly, since they were all together, they might as well sleep together at night.She paused, and felt that instead of talking about it at the dinner table, it would be better to wait a while, and the atmosphere would be better later.

After dinner, Ji Wan went upstairs to do her work.

After Meng Buqing cleaned up, he played a game and stared at the time absent-mindedly.Thinking, how could she finish work at 09:30, and said that she was already free...

What kind of idleness is it?

Was this woman really in hell mode before?

Meng Buqing thought about her father's work. It is indeed very busy and hard work, but she has no specific concept at all if she is asked to talk about how hard and busy she is.

She kept everything about her father behind a layer of fog, and she heard all the news.

It seems disrespectful.

I never knew how to be filial.

Besides... Now that I understand, I can only be filial to Ms. Xiao Anqiao.

Meng Buqing held the phone in his hand, thinking, Ms. Xiao Anqiao is still a woman with a girlish heart beating, and she probably doesn't need her daughter's filial piety for the time being.

Thinking about it one way or another.

The villain on the screen in the hand defeated the enemy continuously and won.

She hurriedly checked the time, why it was only nine o'clock... The time was unreasonably long.

Here, Meng Buqing held the phone for a few seconds.Very unpromising look.

Upstairs, Ji Wan was furious with her subordinate's ability to handle affairs.When she lectured, her voice was not high, her face was calm, and her voice was neither high nor low, so that the other party couldn't lift her head.

until the meeting is over.

Meng Buqing knocked on the door habitually.

Ji Wan said in a businesslike and indifferent voice: "Come in."

"..."

Meng Buqing felt for a moment that he was a bad student who made a mistake and went to see the principal.

She saw the cold expression on Ji Wan's face.

"Is work not going well?"

"No," Ji Wan sighed softly, sat down with lowered eyes, and said calmly, "It's a small thing that often happens."

Meng Buqing remained silent.

She put the washed and cut fruits on the table.The sharp eyes saw the paper next to it, and wrote a few names and precautions, which should have been recorded by her during the meeting.

This word is very different from the word Ji Wan sent her the answer before.

Probably because it is written casually, and it is more sharp.

——That's Qi Min's words.

Meng Buqing's eyes lit up, and she even wanted to find some reason to take away the draft paper she was handy for collection.

After being her fan girl for many years, her instincts have become a little perverted towards her.

Meng Buqing raised his hand and rubbed his nose to cover up his inexplicable shyness.

In fact, Meng Buqing has a secret that no one has ever told.

In her cloud account, there are many things related to Qi Min.I have posted many Weibo, interviews with publishing houses or websites, and replied to readers with special words.

All of them are from Meng Buqing's collection.

It started from liking Qi Min and discovering that she likes to delete Weibo.Meng Buqing took screenshots of every Weibo post and kept them.

Meng Buqing sat down, resting his chin with folded hands, staring at the paper.

Following her gaze, Ji Wan picked up the paper, folded it a few times naturally, and said, "Why didn't you say anything?" Her voice was much softer than before.

Meng Buqing picked up her pen, and on a whim, said: "I asked you to teach me how to write before, but you changed the topic, and you didn't agree, and you didn't say why you couldn't."

Ji Wan spread her hands, her tone innocent: "My handwriting is not good-looking, how can I teach you?"

Meng Buqing frowned and stared at her: "Although I can't write calligraphy myself, I also learned two strokes of calligraphy when I was young, so I still have a good eye." He said in a firm tone, "Your handwriting is not only beautiful, but also beautiful with a good foundation. You must have spent a lot of time practicing calligraphy."

She hit it off.

Ji Wan sighed helplessly, and handed her a pen and paper: "Then you write two characters, and I'll see first, what's wrong with your characters."

"..."

Meng Buqing happily took the pen and wrote two words without thinking.

【Paint Min】

Ji Wan: "..."

Thinking of my gay friend who came to my door a while ago, he just said: teach me how to write, and write me Qi Min.

When it was Meng Buqing's turn, the exact same plot reappeared.

She resisted rolling her eyes.

Ji Wan took the pen, wrote the word "Qi Wen" next to her handwriting, then handed it to her and said: "You write according to my handwriting, try to imitate it as much as possible. Let me take a look at your handwriting. talent."

Meng Buqing stared at the handwriting she wrote, wondering why the handwriting was so different from Qi Min this time.

Can't help muttering: "I don't want to learn this font, can you write... a little like before, I like that."

Ji Wan crossed her arms, looked at her, and said calmly, "If you want to write the same words as me, you have to do it step by step, and write this first."

Meng Buqing picked up a pen and finished writing seriously, feeling that it was well written.

looked at her expectantly.

"Average." Ji Wan commented in two words, and ordered, "Write it again, and write it in a larger scale this time."

It seems to be polite.

Meng Buqing was secretly unhappy, but didn't say anything, and continued to finish writing according to her instructions.

"Why are your hands shaking, write a new one."

"Ah."

"Still trembling, shall I teach you from holding a pen?" He said calmly, but in a slightly lowered tone.

"..."

The current situation is completely different from the hand-in-hand tenderness that Meng Buqing envisioned.It's a picture of a waste subordinate being scolded by the leader of her super capable sister Yu.

Write again, but still can't satisfy Ji Wan.

Ji Wan frowned and stared, although she didn't want to scold her, but her aura was faint.

She was about to say something.

Meng Buqing stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and poked Ji Wan's waist.

"..."

The woman who had a stern face just now suddenly shrank back timidly, raised her eyelashes and stared at her in disbelief: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Meng Buqing stopped her waist with one hand, squinted his eyes, "Mr. Ji, be gentle with me."

"..."

"I am your wife."

Ji Wan hesitated for a while, then lowered her eyes and responded lightly: "Yes."

This obviously softened nasal voice was actually a little delicate, which made Meng Buqing feel a little itchy in his heart.At the same time, I remembered the real purpose of coming here to show my courtesy.

Outside the window, the night is getting dark and the moon is getting darker.