Chapter 1293 - The Song Couple (20) (1/2)

After he finished speaking, someone shouted for him from behind.

Ji Xing looked over. There were seven to eight men standing beside the car, smoking. When they saw him looking over, they even nodded at him in a friendly manner as a greeting.

Han Ding waved at Ji Xing again before running towards her brothers. He did not expect boss to already have a boyfriend and was so handsome, his temperament and looks were on par with Brother Ci’s.

Ji Xing carried the two bags of snacks and walked behind. He was afraid that she would lose her balance and fall down again, so he watched from behind.

Song Yiyan opened a pack of crisps and muttered to herself as she ate, “He’s my underling, I just accepted him yesterday. I don’t want to be the boss, he’s the one who keeps calling me that. I have no choice.”

She did not know what was wrong with her. Why was she saying all this? After saying this, she felt that she was being superfluous.

However, she could not take back what she had said.

Ji Xing hummed softly, his eyes gradually softened and his lips curled into a happy smile.

Song Yiyan ordered dinner for everyone. The man’s cooking was so delicious that she wanted to swallow her tongue.

After dinner, Ji Xing cleaned and washed the dishes.

Song Yiyan ran to the bathroom to take a shower. After taking a shower, she placed the yellow paper, cinnabar, and brush she had bought neatly on the coffee table. After putting her palms together and muttering to herself, she began to draw talismans.

Ji Xing did not know what she was doing, it seemed like she was drawing something. When he came out of the shower, he saw that the woman was already curled up on the sofa and sleeping.

She was thin to begin with, and when she curled up into a ball, she was indescribably cute. Her fair little face was covered in red things, like a little cat.

On the coffee table, there was a brush, cinnabar, and a messy drawing of yellow paper. Under the brush was a half-drawn talisman.

He frowned, wondering what she was doing. These things were used by Taoists to draw talismans. She wasn’t going to be a celebrity anymore, was she going to switch careers and become a charlatan?

“Song Yiyan,” Ji Xing looked down at her and called.

Song Yiyan didn’t react at all. After falling asleep, her entire body was as soft as a fluffy ball.

Ji Xing’s heart softened as he looked at her. He squatted beside her and scraped the tip of her nose with his long fingers. “You stole my bed. I’m going to sleep on your bed.”

Song Yiyan was tickled by his antics. She patted his hand and twitched her nose.

Ji Xing looked at the woman who was sleeping like a little pig. In the end, he shook his head helplessly and bent down to pick her up.

The young lady in his arms reached out and hugged his waist. Her little face rubbed against his chest, making her look like a coquettish kitten.

Song Yiyan’s phone was thrown elsewhere. It was unknown whether it fell to the ground or was thrown onto the ground by her.

Ji Xing picked up his phone and the notification sound rang. A WeChat message clearly popped up on the screen.

It was a message from someone she named number one. “Do you have time tomorrow? I want to see you.”

The profile picture was of a young and handsome man with a bright smile.

He tightened his grip on the phone, as if he was about to crush it. His eyes were cold and his lips curled into a mocking smile.

Number one?

Number one was the one who sent her the message?

What about him? What number was he? Had she made up numbers for every man?