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The huge villa was quiet, there was no nanny or housekeeper, since Jin Wendong remembered that woman came here, it seemed that outsiders had never been invited in here.

This empty house is like a cold cage. It is not locked or even guarded to stop it, but it invisibly binds the only two people who live here. There is a woman's dead love and his hypocritical affection.

When the doorbell rang, Jin Wendong was sending Wen Jinran a picture of the language question he had just written. He clicked send slowly, as if he didn't hear it, and even teased him a few more words with great interest.

After the person outside the door rang the doorbell twice, they fell silent. Jin Wendong was still lazily lying on the sofa, waiting for the person to come in by himself.

After a while, the door really opened, revealing half of the woman's body first. She was wearing a long autumn dress, her hair was scattered, and there was a sense of panic on her beautiful face. From the inside to the outside, she exuded a kind of Charming fragrance.

Although she is in her mid-mature, she still has charm.

Jin Wendong put down his phone and glanced at her casually.

The woman stepped on high heels, took a deep breath, and walked in with her bag on her shoulders. If you observe carefully, you can find that her hands are shaking at this moment, whether it is fear or nervousness.

But after she entered the door, she changed her shoes naturally, and there was a pair of slippers that fit her feet in the shoe cabinet. It was obvious that she had lived in this "home", or still lived here.

When she turned around, Jin Wendong broke the silence by speaking first, "Aunt Song."

——Song Yaxiang raised her face, revealing her facial features that had been hidden in her hair all along. She rolled up the broken hair on her temples, her eyes were darkened, obviously she hadn't rested well.

If Wen Jinran were here, she might be amazed at how familiar her mother is with other people's homes. She put down her bag, then walked into the living room, filled a kettle with cold water and put it on the base. She took out the glasses and tea bags in an orderly manner and placed them on the table one by one.

Jin Wendong quietly watched her tidy up without making a sound.

When everything was finished, Song Yaxiang sat near the kettle and waited silently.

The air was filled with stiffness and suffocation, and after the two of them deliberately suppressed it, their emotions were dormant.

Suddenly, someone's cell phone rang.

Jin Wendong stretched out his hand, picked it up, and looked at it. It was Wen Jinran. He used the P-map software to draw a certain question with the answer he sent him, and then sent it back to him, with three question marks attached.

He asked: [Why do you have to understand it this way? ? ? ]

Jin Wendong smiled in his eyes: [Stupid, this unit is about this kind of subject, so you should think about it, it’s not for you to take notes by yourself, don’t follow your own thinking. ]

Wen Jinran reluctantly said: [Oh, I don't think other writers necessarily think so. ]

Jin Wendong sometimes finds his petty temper very rare, and thinks that the way he frowns and thinks seriously is very cute. His fingers are flying, and he wants to type back to him. Song Yaxiang, who has been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Is it true? .”

Her tone was calm and unwavering, without any element of temptation or doubt in it, presumably she knew it a long time ago, Jin Wendong was not surprised, and calmly returned the news, then turned off the phone and raised eyebrows to look at her.

If you look carefully, you can actually taste a trace of despair from Song Yaxiang's expression: "Are you two falling in love now?"

Jin Wendong wanted to say, "Didn't you already know that?", but this person was Wen Jinran's mother after all, and his future mother-in-law. He couldn't speak as domineeringly as before, so he just nodded very coldly.

After getting the answer, Song Yaxiang stared.

She stood up abruptly, staring at Jin Wendong in panic. Due to lack of strength, she supported the table behind her with trembling hands, and almost knocked over the kettle. The heat suffocated her, so she withdrew her hand. Go, and sat down trembling again.

"Is it because I brought him to this city, and you think he is too close to you?" She said, "Yes, yes, that day, I came to school to pick up Ranran, and you saw me and felt disgusted, so you took the initiative Pretty close, right?"

Jin Wendong frowned.

She seemed to have opened the gate, her thoughts were out of control, she held her head and said to herself: "You want to take revenge on me, and you think it's disgusting for me to hang around in front of you every day, so you approach my son and want to do the same It disgusts me, doesn't it?"

Jin Wendong: "You think too much."

"Did I think too much?!" Song Yaxiang became sharper, "How can you be so bad, kid!"

She was trembling even at the end, Jin Wendong felt that this person was so simple, he shook his head and chuckled angrily, his body reclined on the sofa straightened up, and he looked at her: "Yes, I am bad, I abducted you My precious son, but I never thought of harming him."

Song Yaxiang's beautiful face was a little distorted: "Isn't this called harm?"

Jin Wendong spread his hands helplessly, unable to argue with her.

"Then tell me, what is harm?" Song Yaxiang paused every word, gnashing her teeth, with tears in her eyes, "You, you two boys falling in love, not only involves puppy love, delays in studying, and if someone finds out, you will suffer Others may be expelled from school if they spit, yes, it doesn't matter to you, because you have your father, so what about my son?!"

"First of all," Jin Wendong sneered, "we are both adults, and our bodies and intelligence are fully developed. I don't think it's puppy love when two adults are in love. After being with me, I have improved a lot, and no one can deny this."

Song Yaxiang's eyes were red, and she was still breathing. She heard him continue: "In the end, I didn't approach him with the intention of hurting him. If someone finds out, I will help him resist all the pressure. I won't let him touch it at all, even if someone wants to spit foam, follow me."

"...Who agreed?" Song Yaxiang was emotional, "Who agreed that you can be together again? Do you dare to tell your father about this now? Do you dare to let him cut off all your sources of income?"

Jin Wendong smiled, "You think I dare not?"

Song Yaxiang almost collapsed: "I dare not! How about it?!"

The room fell silent again.

After a long time, Jin Wendong said: "You are not emotionally stable right now, go back, don't..."

"I beg you," Song Yaxiang interrupted him, choked up, "If your father finds out about this and my son is the one who suffers, who will attack you? Please, break up with him." , After you graduate, what kind of person do you want in the future? Why ruin the future of an innocent person? "

Jin Wendong didn't respond, she seemed to see hope, and struck while the iron was hot, "Maybe you think I'm an eyesore? Then I'll move out of here immediately, and I promise that I will never come back again, and I will never have anything to do with your father again."

Song Yaxiang had tears in her eyes, she almost knelt down for him, her posture was almost as low as the dust, her face was full of worry and fear.

So Jin Wendong stood up, his tall stature instantly turned his angle of view into a bird's-eye view, the phone rang a few times at this moment, he paused, and heard himself say in a firm and cold voice: "No."

In the evening, Jin Wendong asked Wen Jinran to come out.

Wen Jinran refused at first, saying that his mother would not let him go out. Jin Wendong understood the reason, but he was afraid that Song Yaxiang would not know the seriousness, so he directly told Wen Jinran what he had seen before, and the exam was coming soon. question?

He coaxed him again and again, saying that he had recently discovered a very useful set of Chinese exercises, which could instantly improve his comprehension.

Wen Jinran believed it.

It was not very dark yet, Jin Wendong made an appointment near his home, waiting for Wen Jinran to come, and saw a young man in a white sweater in the distance, very conspicuous, and his figure was even more familiar.

They used to stay at home for a whole day on weekends, they didn't go out to play much, they also wore school uniforms at school, and they hadn't seen each other seriously in other clothes, so Jin Wendong was a little excited.

Wen Jinran trotted over, the hat behind the sweater bouncing up and down with him.

Since pedestrians would pass by from time to time, he controlled himself not to throw himself into Jin Wendong's arms, but he still couldn't hide his excitement. He looked at his whole body and was about to start.

Jin Wendong had never seen him take the initiative before, and he was flattered and said, "Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Wen Jinran said anxiously: "Oh, what about the exercise set you were talking about?"

"Come on," Jin Wendong expected this to be the case, and said with a smirk, "I lied to you."

Wen Jinran's hands stopped, "Huh?", and he took a few steps back suspiciously, then walked around him, and found that he really didn't look like he was carrying a notebook, frowning enough to kill a fly.

Jin Wendong stepped forward to hug him.

Wen Jinran pushed him and refused to hug him.

"Hey baby..." Jin Wendong leaned closer, still hugging him half-forcedly, and then pulled him to sit down, "I found that my position in your heart has plummeted now, you think about it one time."

Wen Jinran pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "It's the trust value that has dropped, no, it's not a drop. If you keep teasing me, things like trust won't need to exist in the future."

"So serious?" Jin Wendong acted terrified, smiled and exhaled close to his ear, "Then the trust is gone, shouldn't the relationship be strengthened?"

Wen Jinran ruthlessly pushed him away: "I'm going back to review."

Jin Wendong's strength increased, making him unable to push at all.

He pressed him against his chest, sniffed deeply at his neck with the tip of his nose, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Will you go to my house tonight? You're going to miss me."