Song Nan nodded, and Su Kui walked in gently.
The hall was in a mess, the servants were cleaning in silence, Su Kui pursed his lips, Song Heng's condition seemed to be more serious than imagined.
She just came and bumped into such a thing, is it a coincidence, or does it happen frequently
"You still, you are..."
A middle-aged man in his early forties walked over. He was wearing a very capable, simple Chinese tunic suit, with a kind eyebrow and kind eyes. Su Kui estimated that his job here should be similar to that of a housekeeper.
Su Kui bends her eyebrows, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "Hello, I am the psychologist invited by Mr. Song to visit Young Master Song specially. I don't know, Young Master is he here?"
"Ah, that's it," the butler looked at the door, and saw Song Nan waving at him in the yard. He nodded and believed, "Yes, but the young master just got angry, you better be careful, miss. some."
Su Kui shook his head, "It's okay."
The butler pointed her the way and said: "You go upstairs and turn left in the corner room, which belongs to the young master. If you have anything to do, call me."
"Ok, thanks."
After all, she went upstairs in a mess.
The room was very dim, unlocked, showing a small slit.
She pushed slightly and opened without much effort. She stood at the door and did not walk in.
In the corner, there was a young man squatting. His bare feet, pale and thin soles, seemed to be scratched by glass shards. His hair is a bit longer, wearing a white shirt and black pants, in an extremely insecure posture, his hands are around the knees, and his head is buried on his knees.
A sour and unspeakable feeling came up in his heart, Su Kui's fingers curled up, and his eyes were a little hot.
She widened her eyes vigorously and looked up.
She hadn't seen her before, she thought Song Nan would be her lover, and her appearance and appearance were indeed very consistent. But after reincarnation for so many lives together, Su Kui has reached the point where as long as he is close, he can easily distinguish whether it is that person with a figure and a little smell.
Just now, the feeling of being carved into the depths of the soul reappeared.
She took a deep breath. In this life, she is eight years older than him, and her lover has never been so miserable in this life.
After adjusting, she knocked on the door gently, "Hello, can I come in?" She asked as softly as possible.
Song Heng felt that his brain was completely out of his control. He seemed to be walking in a chaotic darkness, and he couldn't see anything in the surroundings. He curled up desperately, but the darkness seemed to be alive, just refusing to let him go. When he ran, they chased after him, bit his clothes, his heart, and he felt that his head was about to explode!
Suddenly, there was a slight ripple, like a drop of clear water falling into the ink, splashing a small wave.
"Is your name Song Heng?"
The voice continued, his eyebrows bulged, and he turned his head a little uneasy, reflexively wanting to open his eyes, to see who the owner of this voice was.
"My name is Mu Xinci, I want to be friends with you, okay?"
When he finally opened it, Song Heng slowly raised his eyes, his lips were almost bloodless, his delicate face was thin and pitiful, and his beautiful peach eyes were supposed to be arrogant.