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Two slender and graceful shadows are reflected on the wall, overlapping and intersecting, as if leaning on each other.With the faint and dim light behind their backs, they stood there for a long time without separating.

The other party was too close, with a sloppy attitude, Nanjia couldn't help but tremble with thick and upturned eyelashes, a little uncomfortable, but he still accepted it and allowed the presumptuous behavior of the person in front of him.

Two days is enough to calm each other down. Some entanglements are not important at this moment and are dispensable.

Not talking nonsense, Ji Cen'an raised his hand and caressed the profile of Nanjia's profile, rubbing his fingers on it.

Nanjia accepted, not as repulsive and disgusted as last time.

The touch on the face is a little itchy, and the movement is very light.

They are not in a hurry, they are slow and extremely patient.

The dry evening wind of summer night blows into the house from the unclosed window, bringing dullness and heat, but at the same time, it is also mixed with a little coolness, which can slightly relieve the heat overflowing into the room.

The slightly tipsy wine is slow to pass, and the taste is very strong.

Nanjia didn't like this, but he didn't stay away, and stood still.

"How long will you stay here?" Ji Cen'an whispered, touching the position behind Nanjia's ear.

Nanjia raised her eyelids, raised her head slightly, her slender neck was more beautiful and weak, she looked at Shang Ji Cen'an, her red lips opened and closed, and the breath from her teeth fell on her chin, and said softly :"have no idea."

"What about tonight?" Ji Cen'an asked, his tone low, sounding a little hoarse.

It's like this after drinking, there's nothing wrong with it, it's just that you have to suppress your throat unconsciously.There is a sense of erratic sinking, but also sexy, with a unique charm and amorous style.

Without any quarrels, this gesture is enough to make people throw off all defenses.

Nanjia hummed: "Look again..."

That is to stay here, not just come here once.

Ji Cen'an just picked up Nanjia and went into the bathroom for half an hour, then came out again, and put them on the bed together.

Nanjia lay on his back, and put his arms around Ji Cen'an's shoulders after a while.

Ji Cen'an didn't ask anything, turned on the air conditioner, and turned off all the lights, leaving only the soft moonlight sprinkled on the quilt, outlining a faint blur around their bodies.

Tired, Nanga closed her eyes.

The two have always been consistent in these matters, and the habit is carved into their bones.

Ji Cen'an knew about the Nan family, he was familiar with the situation there, who were there, what was the relationship, who was like, and he figured it out a long time ago.

Nan's family didn't know about their secrets, but Ji Cen'an knew them well, especially Nan's father, who not only checked thoroughly in private, but also met several times in reality, and met at dinner parties.

Ji Cen'an doesn't like those cowards who only know how to behave, and has always dismissed Nanfu and others. He hates their so-called hypocrisy and superficial nobility, but he doesn't interfere in other people's family affairs. Most of the time, he doesn't have much contact with them. there.

After graduating, Nanjia moved out of the old house, and no longer went back to that house often, but went there regularly to visit the elderly, or went there again during the holidays.

But regardless of the past few years or now, Nanjia can't stay in the old house for too long, and will leave in three days at most.

It was the same this time, adding up the two days before and after, not counting the time spent going out during the day.

The practice that has been practiced for many years has not changed every time.

Few people can bear Nan's father's old stubborn temper. He is complacent, arbitrary, machismo in his bones. In modern society, he still adheres to the same set of principles in the old days. He is even more headstrong in educating children, which is comparable to feudal pedantry.

When Ji Cen'an first met Nanjia, he planned to start with Nan's father, and wanted to go around this way of being a father, but he gave up after a meeting.

Father Nan is the kind of person that Ji Cen'an hates the most, including Nan Yuen and a few others, they are all the objects of her snort.These kinds of characters are not worthy of appearing in her line of sight, and it would be a shame for them to look at them any more.If Nan's father hadn't assumed the name of Nanjia's father, and followed Ji Cen'an's bastard style at that time, she would have punished him after the first meeting, and she would have to play tricks on him.

I don't know how such an extreme family can produce a Nanga.

Probably there is always a "negative case" in a large family, which is different from others, just different from others.

Ji Cen'an tilted his head, put his face against Nanga's temple, and said softly: "Don't be tense all the time, let go."

Reaching out to touch her mouth, Nanjia made a gesture of not speaking to show her response.

I don't want to hear it, I just want to be quiet.

Ji Cen'an grabbed Nanjia's hand, grasped it tightly, and slowly clasped it.

Nanjia followed her to hold hands, and it didn't matter if she didn't resist.

Don't pay attention to the usual practice, just let it go.

They didn't communicate much verbally, one didn't ask, the other didn't talk, Nanjia wouldn't tell Ji Cen'an about his family's private affairs, let alone mention the process of going back to the old house this time, and... Father Nan urged her Quickly settle down, press endlessly, and persecute in various disguises.

As for how to "determine", as the name suggests, it is naturally to be settled with someone.

Father Nan was very satisfied with Xu's family, and had already taken a fancy to Xu Xingjian, hoping that the two families would be more involved and further united.

In Nan's father's view, his daughter's business is not a serious business. His expectations for her are the opposite. He hopes that Nanjia can take a more cultural path, instead of staying away from home all day to engage in Internet .

Although the Nan family in the past was far inferior to the Ji family, the last three generations could be regarded as an orthodox scholarly family, and all of them were serious and respectable figures.It's just that in the generation of the old lady, due to some force majeure factors, the Nan family gradually declined, and when it was passed down to Nan's father, it became even more declining, far less than the prosperity and prosperity of the past.

Father Nan has lived for most of his life, and his biggest desire these years is to honor the lintel and rejuvenate the ancestors, but he is not capable enough, he really has no talent in this area, so he can only pin his hopes on his children, looking forward to four The child can live his life according to his own expectations, in order to satisfy his vanity, which is too exuberant and has nowhere to rest.

He worked hard to cultivate the four of Nan Yu En and Nan Jia, thinking that they can move towards "high social status" like Xu Xingjian and other children of the Xu family. For example, becoming a professor in a university is one of the paths, and another example It is also possible to enter the xx bureau through the avenue of culture and seek a half-time official position. No matter how bad it is, it is also possible to use marriage and other methods, which is a roundabout channel.

A few years ago, Nan's father thought that Nanjia could enter the school, or be the chairman of some kind, and that would be considered pretty good.

It's a pity that Nanjia was disobedient halfway and threw himself into the business sea, which ran counter to his expectations and went further and further away.

Father Nan didn't give up, he couldn't let go of the benefits brought by doing business, and he couldn't let go of his original "ambition", so he settled for the next best thing, expressing that he would not hinder Nanjia's wishes, but the only requirement was that she could at least find A person like Xu Xingjian, with a clean family background and a foundation of inheritance, would be even more perfect if he was in politics.

It's fine if you don't like Xu Xingjian, you can change someone, and you can find whomever you like, as long as you start from a scholarly family, everything else will come second.

The old lady's health has gotten worse in the past two years, and she has been admitted to the hospital frequently. The old man originally did not stand on Nan's father's side, but since she was hospitalized last time, she has changed her mind.

The older generation is conservative and can't jump out of the limits. Among all the younger generations, they are most worried about Nanjia. Thinking that she is still alone in her [-]s, she always misses her very much.

Nan's father took into account his daughter's weakness, and used friendship and rules to suppress her.

Although he didn't take this trick, Nanjia hated all of this, and he couldn't restrain himself after all if things went on like this.

Came here tonight... Nanjia couldn't tell the reason why he came here to find Ji Cen'an.

They are clearly in a cold war, and there is no redundant love element at the moment. Both parties are following instinct, following the thoughts deep in their hearts, and seeking truth from the other person.

After a long time, feeling that Ji Cen'an was about to let go, Nanjia held her arm tightly and whispered softly: "Don't move, that's it."

Ji Cen'an bowed his head, "Yes."

Continue to hold, do not separate.

It was rare that they were so harmonious, and both of them followed their feelings.

Nanjia lay in Ji Cen'an's arms, turned over after a while, and turned to the French window.

In the dark night, there is nothing to see outside, and it is a gloomy area, and it is almost impossible to see things, and the outline of trees can be seen in the haze.

Ji Cen'an hugged Nanjia from behind again, and put his hand on it.

Nanjia was lying on his side to take a nap, his thoughts were still disturbed, and he couldn't calm down for a while.

Ji Cen'an silently stuck to her back, brushing away the messy hair, and after a while, he moved closer, and pressed his wet lips on the back of Nanjia's fair neck.

Nanjia didn't move at all, and it took a while to get back, getting closer to Ji Cen'an.The other party also cooperated, tightened his arms, hugged her with absolute control, and hugged her in front of him.

The greening rate of the villa community is high, the surrounding trees are overgrown, and there are lush green branches and leaves everywhere.There is heavy dew in the early morning and at night, at three or four o'clock, the leaves will be slightly damp, and soon there will be crystal drops of water.The tiny transparent beads gradually gathered, and when the soft leaves couldn't bear it, they suddenly fell to the ground, forming a trace on the dusty ground.

They woke up once during this period, and they didn't sleep well, and they didn't feel so sleepy, and they fell into it again after four o'clock, when it was just dawn.

But it was not the time to wake up, it was still early.

Ji Cen'an has had enough rest in the past few days. Although she didn't fall asleep much at night, she is still in good condition, so she won't be so listless.

The next day, she also got up first and consciously gave up the place to Nanjia.

Nanjia didn't tell anyone that he came over last night, not even Zhao Qihong. Everyone in the villa didn't know that the boss was coming. Seeing Ji Cen'an came down, he wanted to go upstairs to tidy up, and almost broke into the second floor.

Ji Cen'an stopped them and told Zhao Qihong to make another arrangement.

Zhao Qihong hurriedly dismissed the helper, ordered no one to go up, and went downstairs to wait until Nanjia woke up.

Zhao Qihong understands the temper of his boss, he came here without notice, and it seems that there is something wrong, otherwise he wouldn't come here in the middle of the night.

Zhao Qihong glanced at Ji Cen'an, knowing who Nanjia was here for, but he pretended not to understand, treating Ji Cen'an as usual, doing whatever he wanted, and not becoming indifferent or special because of this.

He was also quite old-fashioned, and tried to get a few falsehoods out of Ji Cen'an's mouth in a different way, and asked, "When did Mr. Nan come, and she is staying here today?"

Ji Cen'an looked at him, but didn't answer, just said: "I found a job."

Zhao Qihong knew about this a long time ago, but he was still stunned for a moment, not turning the corner, not understanding why she brought this up.

"Miss Jiang Can is going out now?" Zhao Qihong asked.

Ji Cen'an put his satchel on his back, and acted instead of answering.

When she would stay and wait for Nanjia to wake up, and the result was not, it was a bit wrong, not in line with her usual style.The second monk Zhao Qihong was puzzled, guessing if there was another conflict between them last night, but he didn't have anything to ask, so he could only watch Ji Cen'an go out. Stuck when speaking.

Ji Cen'an lifted his foot and walked straight out the door.

Zhao Qihong looked at it patronizingly, but he couldn't see his back and was still confused, unable to react for a long time.

Ji Cen'an was far from being abnormal today, and so was the other one.

At noon, guessing that the person upstairs should get up, Zhao Qihong went upstairs to deliver the things that should be prepared and lunch.

After the delivery is over, report the news that Ji Cen'an has left, and tell him when he left and where he is going.

Zhao Qihong observed the boss's face calmly, thinking that Nanjia arrived so late, and the atmosphere in the morning seemed not quite right, thinking that Nanjia might have relatively big mood swings, just like losing people that time .

However, Nanjia was not deeply touched, and it was not surprising to hear that Ji Cen'an left alone, as if he had expected it, with a calm expression on his face.

I can't figure out what's going on with the two of them, how they look different every day, always cloudy and sunny.Zhao Qihong didn't hesitate, and asked tentatively, "Are you going to send someone to pick up Miss Jiang Can that night?"

Nanga said softly, "She can come back by herself."

Zhao Qihong replied: "OK."

Nanjia had no appetite to eat, so he took all the food away.

I haven't eaten much since yesterday, I'm too hungry, I don't feel it, and I don't have any idea what to eat.

Zhao Qihong did as he did, but still left a bowl of porridge with vegetables and lean meat, and thoughtfully mentioned: "Miss Jiang Can made this, and she cooked this early in the morning. She only cooked so much, and she left without eating. "

It is obvious who cooks porridge for one person but does not eat it.

Ji Cen'an didn't say anything, but Zhao Qihong could understand that it didn't matter whether Nanjia ate or not, he would leave it on the table anyway.

He would not be greatly moved because of this, Nanjia was still hard-hearted, and waited until Zhao Qihong was almost at the door before calling for people to stop.

Zhao Qihong stopped.

Nanjia thought for a while and said softly: "The old lady's birthday banquet, please reschedule."

The meaning is not clear, but Zhao Qihong can understand.

The rearrangement must be related to Ji Cen'an.

Many guests were invited to this birthday banquet, including the Pei family and others.

Zhao Qihong nodded and said, "Don't worry."

Then go out and carefully close the door.

Only herself was left again, so Nanjia rubbed the center of her brows, feeling very tired.She glanced at the porridge on the table, remained silent for a long time, got up and went to the cloakroom, pushed it in, changed her outfit, and prepared to go out.

Facing the mirror, looking at the figure inside, and noticing the eye-catching redundant souvenir under the collarbone, Nanga's eyes were half drooping, and his eyes slowly passed over it.

Put on the ascetic shirt, cover everything, and hide the curves under the white cloth.Nanjia fastened the button at a leisurely pace, and when he reached the third button, he paused for half a second, his fingertips seemed to touch it, and then retracted his knuckles, avoiding it inadvertently.