Later that day, Meng Zijin lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling with his eyes blinking, his heart beating faster and faster, unable to calm down for a long time.

Her sheets looked like new, the room was tidy, and many things seemed to be placed exactly according to her standards.

All in her favorite rose gold color.

When Meng Zijin heard footsteps and the rustling of objects outside the house, he stood up and opened a crack to look.

"Are you still making tea so late?" Meng Zijin opened the door and came out, sitting somewhat stiffly on the single sofa farthest from him.

"Refreshing." Song Yunshen was a little surprised that she was still awake at this time, and smiled, "Are you not used to the new environment?"

Meng Zijin shook his head , " No, I'm just not sleepy yet. What about you? Are you staying awake because you still have work to do?"

"No." The tea was already brewed. Song Yunshen poured a cup and took a sip. He held the cup with his bony fingers, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at her sincerely. "I'm quite worried. I'm worried that I'll wake up and find out that what I heard today was fake."

Meng Zijin wanted to laugh for no reason , " You are still a sensitive man."

"I'm old." Song Yunshen took over her joke.

Meng Zijin smiled, raised his legs and curled up on the sofa. After a moment of silence, he said frankly , " It can't be fake. I live here and I can't run away."

"Would you like some tea?" Song Yunshen raised his chin, and as he finished speaking, the teacup was already filled and was about to be handed to her.

Meng Zijin immediately pushed the tea back to him , " It's too late. We need to get up early tomorrow. After drinking this cup of tea, I guess it will be very late before I can go to bed."

"Go see An Ku?" Song Yunshen's voice was obviously a degree lower than before.

This tea is a bit stronger, and it has a strong bitter taste in the mouth. After swallowing it, the astringent taste flows through the internal organs.

"You have already opened a back door for me. If I don't go, I would be giving you no face." Meng Zijin hugged her legs and kept staring at him.

A single man and a single woman, staying in the same room.

Meng Zijin was particularly impressed by his own courage at this moment.

Song Yunshen raised his head and met her eyes. After a while, he chuckled , " Little girl, I can't stand you being like this."

"What about me?" Meng Zijin looked innocent.

"I can't stand you staring at me like that." Song Yunshen avoided her gaze and lowered his head to drink another cup of tea.

It is hard to tell whether this tea is refreshing or mind-stirring.

Meng Zijin was stunned for a few seconds , " Then I'll go in. Don't drink too much. It's not good to stay up all night."

Watching the little girl calmly walk back to her bedroom, Song Yunshen cursed inwardly, leaned back on the sofa, spread his legs wide open, and couldn't help but press his hand to hold his pounding heart.

Song Yunshen suffered from insomnia.

The next morning, I got up, called Secretary Chen to explain things, and then fell asleep on the sofa.

Meng Zijin didn't sleep well last night. When he yawned and went into the bathroom to wash up, he didn't see the person on the sofa. After a lot of trouble, when he was about to go out, he caught a glimpse of Song Yunshen lying on the sofa.

"Are you still sleeping? Maybe it's the sleeping tea you drank last night." Meng Zijin walked over, bent down slightly, looked at his sleeping face, and pulled a blanket to cover him.

The sound she made was almost breathless. Song Yunshen seemed to be extremely sensitive to the movement. His eyelashes trembled slightly a few times, and Meng Zijin subconsciously held his breath.

After a few seconds, she let out a breath when she saw that he showed no sign of opening his eyes and waking up.

Meng Zijin pursed her lips, bent one knee involuntarily, and carefully admired the face of the sleeping handsome man.

He is usually a bit arrogant, with his eyebrows furrowed from time to time. Even now when he is fast asleep, his eyebrows are not relaxed. He is quite fair, with a tall and straight nose, and there is no trace of an old man's temperament on his face.

Recalling his occasional little expressions, Meng Zijin actually felt that he was like a chubby little wolfhound.

It would be nice if I could act like a spoiled child.

Meng Zijin had never fallen in love with anyone, and before this he had never imagined what the person he liked would look like.

The love of his grandfather's generation and his parents' love were both arranged marriages among aristocratic families, but they were both peaceful, smooth and loving. As a grandson, Meng Zijin was destined to be unable to escape an arranged marriage, so he never worried about his future significant other.

But now the mood is different.

If her heart beats faster involuntarily when she is facing a person, it means she likes him/her, then she probably likes Song Yunshen.

Old Master Meng is very optimistic about Song Yunshen, and he has probably already made his plans for Song Yunshen. The marriage partner is most likely him.

Meng Zijin does not have high demands on love.

As long as it suits you.

Therefore, if she is sure that she will spend the rest of her life with him, she is willing to spend some time getting to know him now.

After all, not everyone treats her as well as he does.

She was so absorbed in watching that she moved her chin closer to him and could hear his steady breathing. Just as she was becoming dazed, the sleeping man in front of her suddenly opened his eyes, like a magnet, holding her still.

Meng Zijin's knees were a little painful from kneeling, and he reacted first. He supported himself on the edge of the sofa with both hands and tried to stand up, but Song Yunshen successfully put his arm around his waist. He was caught off guard and fell heavily into his arms.

Meng Zijin knew that he did it on purpose and punched him in anger.

Song Yunshen's eyes were deep, and he held her fluttering paws with both hands. He squinted his eyes slightly, and said in a sleepy and lazy voice , " I can't tell that you like to come here secretly."

Meng Zijin was furious and glared at him , " You are the one who is sneaking around."

It was no longer possible to avoid looking into his eyes. Meng Zijin was already getting ready to go out in a low-cut floral dress. Now she was pressing on him, and her messy movements pulled her neckline even lower.

With their hearts pressed against each other, it was impossible to tell whose heartbeat was louder.

Song Yunshen just felt like a ball of cotton was pressing on his body, and it was incredibly soft.

It's so fragrant and soft, I really want to have a taste.

Song Yunshen's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his reason guided his body movements, and finally he loosened his hand. Meng Zijin took this opportunity to break free, with one leg supporting himself on the ground and the other leg still pressed on the sofa.

"Beat you to death, you old pervert!" Meng Zijin suddenly exerted force and punched him wildly.

Song Yunshen thought that the girl was so embarrassed that she would run away immediately. He supported his body with his wrists and was about to stand up when he was pressed down and hit by a strong force. The force was quite strong and Song Yunshen was so frightened that he dodged repeatedly.

Unable to dodge, he was hit by several punches. After she calmed down, Song Yunshen half-propped up his body and laughed softly.

Meng Zijin was also tired, so he simply sat down on the empty coffee table behind him, with his legs spread apart, gasping for breath with a dark face.

Song Yunshen sat up, reached out to lift her messy hair, wrapped his palm around her right calf, lifted her up and moved her to the left.

Meng Zijin stared at him, still not satisfied.

I have never been hugged by any man in my life.

"Meng Zijin, if you want me to pursue you properly, then try to behave yourself. If you continue like this, I might do something out of line." Song Yunshen's words sounded like a warning, but also like a helpless exhortation.

"You can chase me if you want." Meng Zijin leaned over and grabbed him by the collar.

Little did they know that this close proximity would cause the two people, whose breathing was already disordered, to be suddenly startled.

"See, something bad will happen." Song Yunshen reached out and patted her head, smoothing her fur. "Be careful, or you'll always blush."

Meng Zijin blinked and subconsciously raised his hands to cover his cheeks.

It’s really hot.

Song Yunshen smiled happily, pulled her over and hugged her gently , " Don't be nervous, it's just a hug."

Meng Zijin rested his chin on his shoulder, believed his lies and slowly relaxed, only to be strangled to death in the end.

"Song Yunshen!" Meng Zijin slapped his hard chest, angrily and unbelievingly, "Can you be more serious!"

She really couldn't stand him like this.

Song Yunshen smiled and patted her head , " Got it."

Meng Zijin pursed her lips, not knowing what to say , " I'm leaving, you stay at home."

"I'll take you there." His tone sounded unquestionable.

"It's only a three-minute walk from the community to Anku's studio. You don't have to send me off." Meng Zijin also argued with him.

"I'm worried." Song Yunshen had already followed him down the elevator.

Meng Zijin quickened his pace and looked at him with disdain , " You came out without even washing your face."

Song Yunshen followed her steps and said , " I washed up. After washing up, I waited for you to wake up. But I couldn't wait, so I fell asleep again."

"You ... " Meng Zijin was speechless and could not find any words to insult him.

When they arrived at An Ku's studio, Song Yunshen stopped smiling and was replaced by a serious look. Even though he was wearing light grey home clothes, just by standing there, people in the studio could show him respect.

"Mr. Song." Annai spotted him at the studio and quickened her pace to greet him. "The teacher is filming. Please wait a moment."

He glanced over and met Meng Zijin's eyes behind Song Yunshen, full of surprise.

This back door is open six times.

Meng Zijin was the first person to be brought here directly by the boss.

While waiting in the rest area, An Nai finally said to Meng Zijin , " I thought you and Mr. Song had a chance last time, but you two are progressing too fast. It turns out that no woman can resist the temptation of Song Yunshen."

Meng Zijin was concentrating on adjusting the filter of the camera and focusing on the scene that An Ku was shooting in the distance. After listening to An Nai's words, she thought carefully before answering her , " As you said, Mr. Song, whom you admire, is actually a cunning and treacherous villain behind the scenes."

Temptation, haha.

Those were all his little tricks to seduce people.

But Meng Zijin was fooled.

All I can say is that he has great skills.

Annai took a deep breath and couldn't help imagining some awkward scenes in her mind. She shivered in front of Meng Zijin , " You guys are better at playing."

After finishing the filming, An Ku ran over excitedly, opened his arms and asked Song Yunshen for a hug. When he was about to hug him, Song Yunshen stepped back and stood behind An Nai.

An Ku had no choice but to brake suddenly and retract his hand , " What a shame! We were classmates for four years after all, how can you treat your old classmate like this?"

"I am your creditor." Song Yunshen stated his identity clearly.

Anku , "... "

Without chatting with him, An Ku smiled again and looked at Meng Zijin, extending his hand to greet her , " Long time no see, Miss Meng."

Meng Zijin extended his hand back and shook it , " Please take good care of me, Teacher An."

Anna snapped her fingers , " That's great. From now on, I won't have to carry the equipment weighing dozens of kilograms by myself anymore."

Meng Zijin , "... "

She seemed to have forgotten about it.

"Just try to make her do hard labor if you dare." Upon hearing this, Song Yunshen immediately warned An Ku.

An Ku glanced at An Nai and put a hand on her shoulder , " Don't worry, I feel sorry for you, little beauty, too."

Meng Zijin laughed dryly.

Annai could only sigh sadly , " You just don't feel sorry for me."