After the divorce, my ex’s brother became very possessive of me.

Chapter 186 No smoking allowed

Nian Zhi didn't answer the call, so he actually called Ji Yang directly. Nian Zhi frowned and looked at the mobile phone that Ji Yang had given her. She didn't immediately reach out to pick it up, but the phone was still on a call. She stared at the screen. The time beating above is real, and I don’t want to pick it up at all.

She subconsciously looked at Ji Yang, who was standing in front of her, with a stiff expression on his face, but he was clearly begging her - Miss Nian, answer the phone!

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It's just a phone call, what are you so embarrassed about?

Nian Zhi squeezed the water glass tightly, subconsciously despising her current mood. Didn't this awkward mood, which was so awkward that she didn't even want to answer the phone, show how much she cared about Song Wenjing's "little lover" in the UK? ?

What does she care about? Why should you care? He and her...accidents are just accidents!

She shouldn't be emotionally affected by Song Wenjing.

Biting her lip, she finally reached out and took the phone in Ji Yang's hand.

Ji Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to Nian Zhi. The message conveyed by his eyes was probably - Miss Nian, please answer the phone first and then give me the phone later.

Then, he turned and left.

There were no other employees on this floor. Nian Zhi didn't have to dodge when she answered the phone, but she still subconsciously held the phone and walked to her office.

As soon as the door closed, she said "Hey" without emotion.

"Ken answered the phone?"

On the other end of the phone, the deep male voice was familiar, as if it had a bit of magic. Even though it was just through the airwaves, it still made Nian Zhi's heart tremble slightly. "I didn't see the text message I sent you? It's still yours." What's wrong with your phone? Or, you didn't answer my call on purpose, huh?"

Such a matter-of-fact and slightly questioning tone made Nian Zhi frown subconsciously. She stretched out her hand and put the water glass in her hand on the desk. She calmed down and spoke in a firm tone, "Song Anyway, if you have something to say, just tell me."

Song Wenjing, "..."

At this moment, Song Wenjing, who is far away in the UK, is standing at the gate of Oxford University in the UK. He has one hand hanging down by his side, holding a cigarette between his fingers, and holding a mobile phone in the other hand. The man listens to the female voice on the other end of the phone, calling himself in a strange way. The moment he said "Mr. Song", his thick eyebrows suddenly furrowed.

"What did you call me?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then a serious voice was heard again, "...Mr. Song, if you don't have anything else to do, I'm going to hang up the phone. I still have a lot of things to be busy with, I -"

"What are you busy with?" Song Wenjing narrowed her eyes, raised the cigarette in her hand, and took a heavy drag. A trace of displeasure burst out from the depths of her eyes, and her tone became a little more stern, "Nian Zhi, you and Where am I having a temper? Why am I having a temper, eh?"

"Mr. Song, are you kidding me? I have never lost my temper with you, and I have no right to lose my temper with you..."

"Speak normally!"

Song Wenjing interrupted Nian Zhi's words impatiently, feeling anxious for a moment, as if even the smell of cigarettes between her fingers was too bitter, "What made you talk to me in this tone, huh? Speak clearly, I have time."

"I do not have time."

Nian Zhi answered coldly and realized that her emotions were really ups and downs. She knew that this was wrong. She shouldn't argue with Song Wenjing. If he was in love or a lover, that was all. It's his business, isn't it? Why on earth is she doing this?

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Subconsciously squeezing her hands, Nian Zhi held the edge of the desk with one hand, took a deep breath, and finally suppressed the depression in her heart, "Sorry, I still have a lot of things to be busy with."

As soon as she finished speaking, before Song Wenjing on the other end could say anything, Nian Zhi couldn't wait to put down the call and threw her phone on the table. She held up her hands, lowered her eyes, and stared at her fingers that were tightly clasped on the edge of the table. , slender, green-white, but at this moment, due to the strength, the fingertips are a little red.

——Nian Zhi, what on earth are you doing? What are you thinking?

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Why, over and over again, I told myself not to think about it, not to care, but that part of my chest felt like a big stone had been blocked, causing an unbearable dull pain?

United Kingdom.

Song Wenjing frowned and stared at the mobile phone in his hand. The screen had gone black. The cigarette between his fingers was held directly in his mouth. He held the cigarette in his sexy thin lips and puffed out the cloud. He was about to make another call. , before his eyes flashed, someone appeared in front of him instantly, and the cigarette from his mouth was snatched away by someone.

Song Wenjing raised her head, "Xiaoyan——"

"Brother Wen Jing, didn't you say you should smoke less!"

The girl standing opposite is about 165cm tall, wearing a pink jacket and black leggings.

Coupled with a pair of traditional snow boots, they are as delicate and cute as a doll, and their big eyes are even more blinking.

She frowned and threw the half-smoked cigarette that Song Wenjing had just smoked into the trash can with a look of disgust. Then she stepped forward with a smile, naturally took Song Wenjing's wrist and shook it, "Aunt Gu today Tell me, I am so happy that you are back. Brother Wen Jing, please come back more often in the future. At least, you must come back once a week, otherwise I will be too lonely."

Song Wenjing put her mobile phone into her pants pocket, curled her thin lips, and looked at the girl in front of her who was 6 years younger than herself with a bit of doting on her eyes and brows, "There are many things to deal with in City C. This time, when I go back, Your father just left city C. I talked to him on the phone and he said he would come over to see you next month."

"Tch, I'm not counting on him to come see me. I'm counting on you."

The little girl jumped up and down, crawling into Song Wenjing's arms without any taboo, "Brother Wenjing, how many days will you stay after you come back? Can you stay a few more days? I miss you so much..."

Song Wenjing somewhat avoided Situ Yan's intimate behavior. He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her away. There was no emotion in his tone, "I'm here to see you, Aunt Gu. The fastest thing to say is, I should go back tomorrow.”