Chapter 874

He can feel Shisheng's compromise and response, and he doesn't think he is a gentleman. He didn't touch her before because she didn't want to. He didn't want to add another gap between the two people.

But this time

But there's nothing in the office.

We have to stop.

In recent years, he has no way to stay with Shisheng. If she is accidentally pregnant, it will be very hard.

Although they have a better chance of getting back together after having children, he is not willing to block the childhood of children.

A childhood without a father

A childhood brought up by a single mother

He didn't want his children to feel it.

Ji Yunan felt a cigarette from the cupboard of the bedside table, lit it, and the bluish white smoke spewed out from under the straight bridge of the nose, and then dispersed.

He half closed his eyes, raised his hand and looked at his watch.

Seventeen hours to go.

Ji Yu's head is to the south.

The woman was sleeping soundly beside him. Her eyebrows were frowning and her lips were broken by his teeth.

There's no blood. You can see the wound clearly.

"Shi Sheng," he moved his lips, but there was no sound. "When I pay off all that I owe you, there is no one around you at that time. Let's be together."

His voice is too small, even when Sheng is awake, he can't hear clearly, let alone fall asleep.

There was no response.

Ji Yunan immediately laughed, narrowed his eyes, strong and arbitrary: "even if there were other people around you at that time, I would grab you, so you'd better be good, don't pull the innocent people in, this almost tormented emotion. I'll do with you. "

After smoking a cigarette, he lay down again, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Shi Sheng was very sleepy. When he woke up, it was dark outside.

There is a smell of smoke in the room.

When Sheng turns back, Ji Yunan leans on the head of the bed and smokes.

Slender fingers holding golden cigarette butts, knock on the ashtray on the bedside table.

He narrowed his eyes. His black eyes sank heavily in the quiet night.

See when Sheng wake up, Ji Yunan pinch a cigarette, sit body: "wake up?"

There was a smell of fireworks in his voice.

When Sheng activity stiff shoulder neck, "what time?"

"More than 8 o'clock," Ji Yunan lifted the quilt and got up from the bed. When he saw Sheng lying lazily, he bent down and threw the coat on the sofa to her, "get up and go to dinner."

The dining address is Ji Yunan, a very elegant French restaurant.

The doorman in the West back and white shirt pushed open the wooden lattice door for them.

The yellow light poured out.

On the stage, someone is playing the piano. It's Beethoven's moonlight.

The whole restaurant is covered with glass bottles with red roses and different heights, leaving only a two person wide path in the middle.

The bottom layer of the glass bottle is covered with a layer of colored crystal. When illuminated by the light, it is colorful and dazzling.

With the stage as the center, the light white smoke spreads around, making the restaurant look like a fairyland on earth.

Red wine, rose, candle, white cloth.

"Mr. Ji, the private room is ready." The waiter leads the way.

Shisheng is led by Ji Yunan and walks into the innermost private room.

The soft light of the crystal lamp poured down, the flowers were fragrant, and the faint flame of the candle was jumping gently.

Ji Yunan pulls back his stool.

After sitting down, the waiter handed the gilded menu to them.

The menu is pure French.

Shi Sheng couldn't understand it. He turned a few pages and asked, "can you change it into English for me?"

"Sorry, ma'am, we don't have an English menu here."

It's a private restaurant. The address is partial, but the taste is authentic. It usually receives French people or people who love French food, so it doesn't have an English menu.

Shi Sheng closes the menu and looks up at Ji Yunan, "you order."

Ji Yunan frowned slightly, his voice was very light, and there was no obvious displeasure. As soon as he opened his mouth, there was only tender tenderness, "do you like to eat?"

"No

Shisheng seldom eats French food because it is too time-consuming and expensive.

Ji Yunan handed the menu to the waiter, "then give each one."

The common fault of the typical rich second generation.

"Yes." The waiter held the menu and bowed out.

"Ji Yunan, just follow the order you usually like. I'm not picky about food."

"You can always choose what you like when you serve one of them."

Shi Sheng said angrily, "what if you don't like them all?"