C142 rapid mouth (1/2)

”Anything is fine. You can order anything you want.” Song Jiayin lifted the cup of water and took a sip. For some reason, being with Wu Zihao made her feel uneasy.

The closer they were to each other, the more obvious this feeling became.

Wu Zihao's heart was as clear as a mirror, but he did not reveal it on his face, and calmly continued to order.

After ordering, he asked the waiter to bring a bottle of red wine. Song Jiayin interrupted the waiter's action of pouring the wine, ”I cannot drink, could you help me change it into fruit juice instead?”

”Yinyin, it's just red wine. It's okay to drink less.” Wu Zihao's tone was calm, and his eyes indicated for the waiter to continue pouring.

Song Jiayin didn't say anything more. From start to finish, she didn't look straight into his eyes.

Wu Zihao raised his wine cup to toast her. Song Jiayin moved carefully, the crystal chandelier above his head showered a golden light onto her, illuminating her sweet and pure face.

Just like the first love that all the boys yearned for, the most beautiful scene that remained in their memories.

”Do you think today's movie is good?” Wu Zihao drank a mouthful of red wine, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere with a few brisk topics.

”It's pretty good. I want to know if the male and female lords are together.” Song Jiayin smiled, her bright eyes dazzling.

Memory loss itself was painful enough, not to mention forgetting the person you loved.

Wu Zihao frowned, she was so concerned about the ending of the movie, does it mean that she had some impression of Gong Yichen?

This way... That would be troublesome.

”Just now, why did you suddenly drag me out of the cinema?” Song Jiayin looked over with her clear eyes, and Wu Zihao laughed: ”I was worried that you would be hungry, so I brought you here to the dining hall to eat. This restaurant has good food. You'll know when you taste it later. ”

As if he was trying to hide something, Song Jiayin's heart was still throbbing, and her eyelashes gently drooped down.

After dinner, it was already ten in the evening.

Wu Zihao drove Song Jiayin downstairs. When he wanted to get off the carriage, someone grabbed his wrist from behind and turned to look at him. Wu Zihao stared at her.

”Zi Hao?” Song Jiayin frowned as she called out his name. Instead of letting go, she clenched her fists even tighter.

Song Jiayin forced her hand away and quickly got out of the car. She stumbled and took out her keys to open the door, but just as she was about to do so, a pair of powerful arms hugged her tightly from behind.

With a loud bang, his body crashed into the wall, causing Song Jiayin to frown in pain. Before he could react, Wu Zihao kissed him once again. She, he kissed eagerly, from mouth to neck...

”Stop! Did you hear me say stop!? ” Song Jiayin snapped angrily as she used all her strength to push him aside. Then, she quickly opened the door and escaped inside.

Wu Zihao walked back to the door as his eyes widened in panic.

What was he doing? He wants to use force against Song Jiayin?

”Yinyin, I'm sorry. I was drunk, so I did this to you.” Separated by the door, Wu Zihao sincerely apologized.

Song Jiayin pressed her back against the door, hearing Wu Zihao's words, tears rolled down her face, and she slowly sat down on the floor powerlessly.

She didn't like this kind of relationship, the knot between the two strings that were forcefully pulled together would only be a dead knot.

Before waiting for her response, Wu Zihao did not leave. Instead, he took out his phone and called her again and again. The phone rang many times, but none of the calls came through.