The eighth day of May, sunny, everything is suitable.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the styling team arrived at Song's house, and before entering the door, a servant trot to the main house to inform the old lady.
"... ... So early?"
"The other party said it was because there were two more young masters this time, and you especially told you to dress up for the young master and the young lady. They didn't dare to neglect, so they came here early."
"Well," Zhong Yuhong nodded in satisfaction, "They are interested. Go to the West Yard and call Shen...Miss and the two children."
"Yes." The servant bowed and exited the main house, turning to the west courtyard to walk quickly.
A quarter of an hour later.
"Madam—" The servant hurriedly walked, looked anxious, "It's not good!"
Zhong Yuhong was choosing the dress to wear for the banquet under the suggestion of the styling team. She couldn't help but hear the servant's hurried voice. Her first reaction turned out to be that she had a bad ear and had heard it wrong.
But soon, the servant stumbled into the main house.
"It's you saying'it's bad'? What's the matter?" Zhong Yuhong frowned, already displeased, because there were outsiders present, it didn't happen.
"Shen, Miss and Little Miss and Little Master are gone!"
Zhong Yuhong shook all over, and it took a long time to react. She cared about clothes or clothes, decent and indecent, and immediately took two steps forward and asked the servant to look up into her eyes: "You can say it again well and clearly now. , What is "missing"?"
The servant was also anxious, with anxious eyes that seemed to cry: "I just went to the west courtyard to call Miss Shen according to your instructions, but there was no one after I entered."
"What?! You mean that Shen Hou and their mother and daughter (son) are not there?"
"I searched all the rooms, not even the corners, but still can't find..."
Only then did Zhong Yuhong realize the seriousness of the problem, "Go, ask the gatekeeper, did she take her two children out this morning?"
This time, the servant walked very fast, and returned with a message in less than three minutes: "Xiao Cai is on duty today. He said that at about 7:30 in the morning, Ms. Shen took her two children out."
"Naughty!" Hearing this, Zhong Yuhong couldn't bear it, and exclaimed coldly, "Isn't she not sure what day is today? She actually dropped the chain on this knot..."
Is there anything I have to do today? Can't you postpone it
Perhaps the old man's worries were correct. This Shen Hou was just too defiant and accustomed to his own way, and he did not have the consciousness of being a wife of the Song family at all.
"You just said that she went out at half past seven?"
The servant nodded.
"Did you let the driver deliver it?"
"No."
Got it! Now there is no one inquiring about the news.
Zhong Yuhong pondered for a moment, raised his wrist to look at his watch, and said to the styling team: "What should you do? Put the styling of the child’s mother and two children to the end. It’s still early. We will try to finish it as soon as possible. Make sure that the remaining time is sufficient!"
"Yes."
In the suburbs of Jingping, a black Mercedes drove low-key on a winding road.
The driver manipulated the steering wheel flexibly and looked straight ahead.
In the co-pilot seat, Li Xiaotan sat uncomfortably, occasionally changing his posture, and looking at the mother and son in the back seat through the mirror from time to time.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he had no choice but to give up.
"How long will it take?" Shen Hou, who had closed his eyes and calmed down since he got on the car, suddenly opened his eyes and asked.
Zan Zan, who was sleepy and drooping beside her, seemed to feel something. He was awake for a second, and he smiled slightly at the gaze that Shang Shen Wei was looking at, with a touch of soothing. Silk to please.
Little ghost spirit!