hit

Ji Jun's hand was as strong as Ji Tingan's, and Qin Yao's shoulder was sore from pinching.

Before Qin Yao regained her composure, Dr. Wu stepped forward and told her to let her sweat a little while she was sleeping, and then left with his medicine box.

Only Qin Yao and Ji Tingan were left in the large empty room. Ji Tingan sat up from the bed and patted the seat next to him to signal Qin Yao to sit down too.

Qin Yao refused, "It's getting late, I should go home."

Speaking of Qin Yao's going to leave, Ji Tingan naturally refused, lifted the quilt, knelt up from the bed, and hugged Qin Yao from behind.

The room was warm, and Qin Yao's bare back quickly returned to warmth, and Ji Tingan's face didn't feel cold when pressed against it.

"It's so late, where are you going?"

"Ji Tingan, let go, this is your grandfather's house."

Qin Yao looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows next to her, and the feeling of no privacy made all her nerve endings sensitive.Ji Tingan's touch to him was like countless soft needles, piercing and scratching Qin Yao's back, and the hairs stood on end.

"Ting'an." Ji Ting'an corrected.

Qin Yao patted Ji Tingan's hand, "Let go."

"Then you call me." Ji Tingan raised a hint of mischief at the end of his eyes.

What to shout, of course it wasn't Ji Ting'an, but the Ting'an she had been emphasizing just now.It's just a word difference, but the rhyme is full of ambiguity, and the pink bubbles in the framed words are slowly filling up and about to overflow.

"Huh?" Ji Tingan said with a nasal voice, all his warm breath fell on Qin Yao's back, scratching her and urging her.

Qin Yao pursed her lower lips and called out, "... Ting An."

It was just a name, but Qin Yao's cheeks were mostly red.

Then Qin Yao only felt her body being pulled backward by a force, and she felt a sense of weightlessness for a moment, but she fell softly.

Ji Tingan protected Qin Yao's waist and brought her to his bed with cunning in his eyes.And Qin Yao was worried about Ji Tingan's wound, so she didn't dare to struggle, so she could only express her anger with her eyes.

"Come with me, don't go back." Ji Tingan pushed back the long hair in front of Qin Yao with a soft tone.

Qin Yao took Ji Tingan's arm under her neck, pillowed on her arm, and faded away the anger in her eyes, "Yeah."

"What did you do today, dressed so beautifully?" Ji Tingan asked.

"Su Ling held a party and invited me several times, but it's hard to refuse."

"Someone with you

strike up a conversation? " Ji Tingan asked.

"Yes." Qin Yao nodded, and then had some bad thoughts for unknown reasons, and said to Ji Tingan: "There are many more."

Ji Tingan knew that Qin Yao was teasing him, but he still raised his arms, turned over and pressed on top of Qin Yao, "How much is a lot?"

Qin Yao wanted to tease Ji Tingan, so she raised her hand between herself and Ji Tingan, counting seriously.

In fact, there were quite a few people who came to strike up a conversation with Qin Yao that night, not too many were introduced by Su Ling, many of them fell in love with Qin Yao because of her moon-like beauty.

When Qin Yao stretched out her index finger for the second time, Ji Tingan's kiss also fell on Qin Yao's lips at that moment.

Not very gentle, full of possessiveness.

Ji Tingan stretched out his hand and untied the ribbon on Qin Yao's back, and stroked her smooth back with his palm, as if he was tracing a beautiful jade. The tentacles were warm, but there was a hint of coolness soaked in the night.

Qin Yao was still rational, and gently pushed Ji Tingan, "Okay, you're still hurt."

"It's okay." Ji Tingan kissed Qin Yao's earlobe, not caring about his injuries.

"Didn't Uncle Wu just say that? You have to sweat."

With such an excuse, Qin Yao immediately buried her head in Ji Tingan's shoulder in shame, like a pure white rabbit.

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The two of them didn't struggle too much yesterday, Qin Yao was still worried about Ji Tingan's injury, and refused to quarrel with her again, pulled a corner of the quilt, and lay down on the side to sleep.Ji Tingan didn't force it, he pulled the quilt and covered Qin Yao first, then he moved closer and covered the other side.

Maybe it's because he still remembers what Ji Jun said to Qin Yao yesterday: "Good boy." Ji Ting'an had an unprecedented dream of Ji Jun last night.

Eight years ago, Ji Jun also said the same thing when he saw him for the first time: "Good boy."

At that time, Ji Jun was even more aggressive than he is now. An old man in his sixties should be enjoying his family, but he still refused to let go of the power of HotBall.

Ji Tingan saw Ji Jun in his study on the third floor.

At that time, Ji Tingan was wearing a white shirt with an off-white twill umbrella skirt, long hair reaching his waist, and a strong cool and bookish air.

And Ji Jun's dress is almost the same as today's, with the same blue, white and black scarf around his collar, but it's not for PR.

Ji Ting'an was a little afraid of her grandfather, whom she hadn't seen much, but she also had the energy of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.She stood in the study and looked at Ji Jun for a few seconds, holding her breath without saying a word.

It's season

Jun got up from his seat. At that time, he didn't use a cane, and he was still walking steadily. Ji Tingan felt that the wooden floor under his feet seemed to be shaking.

Then Ji Jun raised his left hand with the jade finger, squeezed Ji Tingan's shoulder, and said, "Good boy."

Hearing these words again, Ji Tingan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

Don't know why her head is about to explode right now.

What does "good boy" mean?

Ji Tingan couldn't figure it out, in the six years since he moved out of here, Ji Jun never called anyone a good boy.

Qin Yao also woke up because of Ji Tingan's sudden standing up.The sun dazzled slightly, Qin Yao raised her arms to cover her forehead, only Ji Tingan's thin back was in sight.Qin Yao caressed her back: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"En." Under Qin Yao's comfort, Ji Tingan lay back on the bed again, stared sideways at Qin Yao's face, and said after a moment of silence: "I dreamed of the time when I just saw Grandpa."

Dreaming of seeing grandpa for the first time is equivalent to having a nightmare. It seems that the relationship between the grandpa and grandson is not so bad.

Qin Yao lay on her side with her head supported and looked at Ji Tingan, "If you don't want to live here, I will send you back when I leave later."

"I heard Shang Huiyu say something about your family." Qin Yao confessed.

Ji Tingan held Qin Yao's hand and played with it, and said absently: "It's not all what they said, I have always been so lukewarm with him."

"Everyone is like this with the elders." Qin Yao said.

"Are you and your mother the same?" Ji Tingan asked abruptly.

Qin Yao chuckled, her eyes were a little cold, and then said: "Well, it's the same."

The conversation between the two was intermittent, and they didn't talk too much about Ji Tingan's family. Ji Tingan only talked about a few points that she didn't like in this family, such as the names of the children in the family.It’s the 21st century, and the family still follows the old style of the Republic of China in the last century. Ji Jun is called the master, the previous generation is called the young master, and Ji Ting’an’s generation is called the last suffix of the name. Miss or young master call.

What made Ji Tingan uncomfortable was that it was only him, not Miss An, but Miss An.

Discrimination in such details makes children of the same generation not close to Ji Tingan.

The invisible protection and love became the shackles that imprisoned Ji Ting'an.

Ji Tingan still struggled with this matter at first, but she got used to it later on. She was a loner, and she didn't insist if she couldn't get together.

Qin Yao hooked Ji Tingan's hair, and comforted her, "Don't think about it anymore, go take a bath and relax."

"Well, you can sleep a little longer." Ji Tingan rubbed Qin Yao's head and got out of bed.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, and Qin Yao lost sleepiness, lying on the bed and looking at the beautiful scenery of flowers outside the window.She was only wearing a white silk suspender nightdress, her well-proportioned calves were crossed, and she was hitting the sheets one after another, innocent and playful.

The small yard outside Ji Tingan's room is very beautiful. On both sides of a row of gravel roads are blue and white hydrangeas in full bloom. Clusters are like a sea of ​​flowers in a classical garden. When the wind blows, the weak petals are unbearable. , falling on the lawn or gravel road, a thin layer, stained with a layer of water droplets, fragile and beautiful.

Ji Tingan came out of the bathroom, and the hand that was wiping his hair slowed down.

There is a spring scene in front of my eyes, leaking innocence.Qin Yao's innocent appearance made people want to hold her in their hands and take good care of her.But there is another kind of desire called holiness that I want to hold in my hand and trample on it.Ravage, just look at the touch of cherry pink blooming on the bottom of her hand alone.

These two feelings are stirring in my heart, like the test of the gods on mortals, torturing the mind.

At this moment, the door of Ji Tingan's room rang.

Qin Yao turned around and looked at Ji Tingan in a daze, and stood up with her bare feet on the carpet.

A beautiful scenery was destroyed like this.

Ji Tingan felt extremely regretful.

Standing at the door was Uncle Zhong. He was dressed more decently than yesterday, with a suit and tie, and his hair was combed brightly: "Miss, the master wants you to go down to dinner with Miss Qin."

"Now?" Ji Tingan was still a little reluctant.

Uncle Zhong still persuaded in a gentle tone: "It's already twelve o'clock."

"Well, I see, just change your clothes and go down."

After finishing speaking, Ji Tingan nodded to say goodbye to Uncle Zhong, and closed the door.

Qin Yao didn't expect that Ji Jun would ask her to go down to dinner together, and she was still a little nervous, thinking that she must not lose etiquette, so she rejected the satin printed shirt that Ji Ting'an handed her, and chose a simple yet well-behaved light purple in her closet. long skirt.

This skirt fits like it was tailor-made for Qin Yao. The open collar is not too big, and the sleeves reach above the elbows, which can just block the traces of last night.

Ji Tingan looked at Qin Yao wearing his own dress, and smiled with relief: "It's so beautiful."

"This must be your clothes from two years ago?" Qin Yao stood in front of the mirror and straightened her neckline.

Ji Tingan took out a silver-white necklace from his jewelry box, and stood behind Qin Yao to put it on for her.She stared at Qin Yao in the mirror, straightened the pendant of the necklace with a unique design sense for Qin Yao, and whispered in her ear: "It was the dress I wore at the university graduation ceremony four years ago."

Qin Yao looked down at the necklace, which looked like a violet flower. She reached out and touched Ji Tingan's face, and said, "Let's go, don't make your grandpa wait too long."

The two came to the dining room one after the other, and Ji Jun sat in front of the long western-style dining table, calm and pretentious.

"What's the relationship between the two of you?"

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