The Whole World Knows She Loves Me

The traffic lights took too long, and Song Xian didn't react when it turned to the green light. She stepped on the accelerator and drove home because of the urging of the car horn behind her.

There was nothing to talk about halfway, the two of them didn't like to chat very much, especially Song Xian, who was very attentive in his work, driving seriously, but Jiang Liuyi kept looking out of the car window.

The mobile phone in the bag vibrated suddenly, Jiang Liuyi looked down, it was Zhao Yuebai who complained.

[It's so annoying, I don't want my family to invite money to apply for them, but insist on saying that there will be cooperation in the future, and they have already invited. 】

[And that group of people. 】

[I'm sorry, Liu Yi, why don't you tell your wife not to come over tomorrow, so as not to get angry. 】

Jiang Liuyi hangs eyes, Qian Shen is the best in their family, their parents are richer, and their older sister is also a celebrity, so they have developed a very tricky personality, but it cannot be denied that many people in their former circle of friends were flattering her .

Zhao Yuebai's family invited Qian Shen, she was not surprised at all, but she would still go with Song Xian, dignifiedly.

Knowing that Zhao Yuebai was difficult to do, Jiang Liuyi replied to her: 【It's okay, I will talk to Song Xian. 】

Zhao Yuebai felt a little guilty: [I'm sorry, if I had known earlier, I would not have invited your wife. 】

Jiang Liuyi was silent, turned her head, Song Xian's side face was calm, her pupils were reflected by the street lights, flickering, Jiang Liuyi said: "Song Xian, go to Zhao Yuebai's house tomorrow, her birthday..." After hesitating for a few seconds, she still said : "Those friends are going too."

Song Xian didn't quite understand what Jiang Liuyi meant. Aren't those friends Zhao Yuebai's friends? It's not normal to go, why tell her?

She couldn't figure it out and frowned.

Jiang Liuyi said: "I know you don't feel good about them, if you don't want to go tomorrow, I will..."

It turned out to be like this.

Song Xian said, "It's okay."

Jiang Liuyi paused: "Is it okay?"

Song Xian said, "Of course it doesn't matter."

Jiang Liuyi nodded slightly: "Then if you hear their gossip tomorrow, don't take it too seriously."

Song Xian was serious: "Why should you care?"

She asked very seriously, without any meaning of yin and yang. Jiang Liuyi's heart moved when she heard her words, yes, why should she care? They said theirs, she and Song Xian just need to live a good life, why should they care about those people's words and opinions?

Song Xian is still thinking maturely.

After Jiang Liuyi figured it out, she no longer had conflicts, and replied to Zhao Yuebai: 【My wife said it's okay, we will be there on time. 】

Zhao Yuebai felt relieved, among the group of friends, she only contacted Jiang Liuyi more diligently, Yu Bai contacted her two days ago, trying to find a breakthrough from her, but she sent her a screenshot of the invitation to return to China two years ago, Yu Bai There was silence.

Whatever you do, you will bear the consequences.

Why do you think Jiang Liuyi will wait for her where she is?

And the group of unclear friends, if it wasn't for the invitation from her family, she would not want any of them, but this is her indispensable communication.

Zhao Yuebai's heart was complicated, she picked up the glass of red wine in front of her, drank it down, and finally sent Jiang Liuyi: [See you tomorrow. 】

Jiang Liuyi didn't reply, she just got home when she turned off her phone, Song Xian wanted to take a shower first, when she came out Jiang Liuyi came out from the piano room, holding a rectangular box in her hand, Song Xian walked over, frowning: "What is this? "

"Hand model." Jiang Liuyi said: "The Spring Festival Gala will be two months away. CCTV wants me to perform. The company will send me a hand model, measure the size, and make jewelry."

Song Xian nodded, not very interested, but Jiang Liuyi turned his head to look at her, saw that she wanted to leave and shouted: "Song Xian."

"Come here and hold it down."

Song Xian squinted at her, walked over obediently, and pressed on the model. Suddenly, palms and fingers appeared on the other side of the model, which were clearly visible. She suddenly thought that she would go outside to play with her classmates when she was in school. She also played with this, but at that time They are entertainment that uses the body and is very decompressive.

Jiang Liuyi put the model that Song Xian pressed aside, and planned to measure the size to buy a ring another day. Song Xian couldn't be wronged by everything, and a marriage proposal was a must.

She packed up her hand model and put it in the piano room. Song Xian sat on the sofa and watched TV, watching her go in and out, her eyes fell into the half-open room, and she suddenly thought of calling Jiang Liuyi that time, heard notes.

The tune is melodious and melodious, which can make people feel calm.

She looked at it for a long time, but she didn't look back for a moment. When Jiang Liuyi came out, she saw her looking inside and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Xian came back to his senses.

Jiang Liuyi said, "Do you want to hear me play the music?"

Speaking of which, Song Xian never asked her to play, Song Xian paused: "Can you?"

Jiang Liuyi nodded: "Sure, what do you want to hear?"

"Just the last song." Song Xian said, "When I called to inform the pre-sale, it was the song you played."

Jiang Liuyi recalled, and immediately thought of it, she said: "You want to hear that, that is Yuan..."

Song Xian nodded: "Waltz, I know."

Jiang Liuyi was slightly surprised. Although the waltz is very famous, most people don't remember the name of the song. She asked, "Do you also like playing the piano?"

Song Xian replied to her: "There are elders in the family who open a piano shop and also play the piano. I have heard some."

Jiang Liuyi nodded, walked into the piano room, she turned her head: "Come in."

Song Xian followed.

Worried about disturbing the people, she closed the door when she played the piano, and the room was also soundproofed, so the sound only collided in the room.

The quiet notes overflowed from Jiang Liuyi's fingertips, and the speed of Jiang Liuyi's finger falling was skillful and natural, with a kind of elegant beauty. Song Xian stood on the side and listened carefully, as if he was immersed in the tune.

There were only notes dancing around, Jiang Liuyi looked sideways halfway through playing, and looked at Song Xian, seeing her half leaning against the piano stand, eyes downcast, wondering what she was thinking.

At this moment, Song Xian seemed to be immersed in a separate world.

Jiang Liuyi couldn't help shouting: "Song Xian."

Song Xian turned her head and met Jiang Liuyi's gaze. She hummed and looked at Jiang Liuyi suspiciously.

Jiang Liuyi asked: "Does it sound good?"

Song Xian smiled lightly: "It sounds good."

This person always tells the truth, okay is okay, average is average, that sounds good, that is, it sounds really good.

Jiang Liuyi smiled contentedly, her fingertips moved faster, and when the waltz ended, she played another piece with a similar tune for Song Xian, and Song Xian just stood quietly and listened, without saying a word.

When the song ended, Song Xian didn't even react.

Jiang Liuyi couldn't help laughing, did it sound so good, she was fascinated.

She called: "Song Xian."

Song Xian turned his head and saw that Jiang Liuyi had already stood up, and she straightened up too. Jiang Liuyi said, "You want to listen to the song tomorrow."

Anyway, she practiced every day.

Song Xian let out an oh, didn't say anything, Jiang Liuyi left the piano room with her.

After going out, Song Xian blows her hair, and sees Jiang Liuyi carrying a bath towel to take a bath, and the sound of dripping water can be heard behind her, which corresponds to the buzzing sound of the hair dryer, making Song Xian a little hot.

She turned down the temperature of the air conditioner, dried her hair, and went to the living room to pour water. Seeing the wedding gift from He Xiaoying on the tea table, it hadn't been opened yet.

She hooked a **** lingerie in her hand, silk style, thin and tight, it might be the same as not wearing it, she suddenly thought that if Jiang Liuyi put it on...

Song Xian sipped his saliva, suppressed his wild thoughts, put the underwear aside, and saw that there were other things.

When Jiang Liuyi came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, she saw Song Xian sitting on the edge of the bed looking at something. She walked over, her hair was wet, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Song Xian didn't raise his head: "Instructions."

manual? What manual?

Jiang Liuyi didn't think much about it, she went to dry her hair first, the hair dryer was buzzing, she saw Song Xian's back to her from the mirror, she seemed to put down the manual, took something, and went to the bathroom again after a while, busy look.

She blows her hair carefully.

After a while, Song Xian came out of the bathroom and read the manual again. She was curious, sat down with half-dried hair, read the three words of the manual by the dim bedside lamp, and then read the content and accompanying pictures.

Jiang Liuyi twitched the corners of her mouth.

Song Xian said, "You take this."

After she finished speaking, she stuffed something into Jiang Liuyi's hand. It was just washed, and it was very moist. Jiang Liuyi froze, her heart was beating, she glanced at Song Xian from the corner of her eye, looked down and groped, and asked with a frown: " Why are you not moving?"

Jiang Liuyi reminded very kindly: "The switch is not turned on."

Song Xian frowned, and pressed the key: "It's on."

Jiang Liuyi pursed her lips: "Long press."

Song Xian paused, and then pressed the button for a long time. The sound came from Jiang Liuyi's palm. The vibration was higher and higher, and the numbness was irritating. Jiang Liuyi didn't understand why he and Song Xian were in bed at night, discussing how to use a **** toy .

Hearing the voice, Song Xian nodded: "Understood."

She still looked serious, but Jiang Liuyi's face was slightly dry. She saw Song Xian who was speaking, with long curled eyelashes, fair skin, and a beautiful profile. Those thin lips were lightly parted, and Jiang Liuyi shouted: "Song Xian envy."

The voice is slightly hoarse, with unknown meaning.

Song Xian raised his eyes and glanced at her, then walked to the door knowing it, and turned off the light with a snap. In the darkness, Jiang Liuyi grasped Song Xian who had just walked over by feeling.

"Why did you buy this?" she asked.

Song Xian said: "He Xiaoying sent it."

The wedding gift at night, no wonder He Xiaoying was timid when he brought it over, Song Xian said, "I want to try."

Jiang Liuyi lowered her head and bit her lip: "Why?"

Song Xian's voice was swallowed by her, slurred, she said: "Hands are sore."

Still a little bit aggrieved.

Jiang Liuyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, just when she was about to speak, she was sensitively aware of abnormalities in her body, something cold was pressed against her mouth, and the temperature of Song Xian's palm was as hot as fire.

Song Xian was a little hypoxic by her kiss. When she tilted her head, her hand was on the button, and the vibration came from Jiang Liuyi's body. Her body was tense, her hands tightly gripped Song Xian's shoulders, and she lowered her head to bite Song Xian's neck hard. , when the tip of her teeth touched her skin, she was reluctant, so she just lightened her strength, but the stimulation in her body came wave after wave.

Song Xian didn't know how to operate it at all, Jiang Liuyi couldn't help rubbing against her when she saw that she didn't move, let go of the piece of skin she was biting, and panted, "Song Xian, change, change gear."