Instead of following Chuzheng, the bodyguard sat back in the car and dialed a number.
"Sir, I have something to tell you."
There was a very soft voice from the other end of the phone: "Yeah."
"I took Miss Song to Golden Sunshine just now and met Song Boxue... Miss Song said that she is not Song Yanran."
"Oh?"
The man over there seemed to be a little interested.
After a few seconds, he asked, "Then what?"
The bodyguard continued, "She said... her name is Song Chuzheng."
There was only the sound of shallow breathing on the other end of the phone, and the bodyguard did not dare to hang up.
"Check it out."
"Yes."
-
Chuzheng came out not long after entering, with a black card in his hand.
When the bodyguard saw her coming out, just as he was about to get out of the car to meet her, he saw several beautifully dressed girls holding each other, chatting and laughing, walking to the door.
The bodyguard hesitated and did not go over immediately, but took two steps forward to prevent emergencies.
"Hey, isn't this Yanran?"
One of the girls in an orange skirt reached out to stop her, with a bit of contempt on her delicate face.
And the girls who were with her also looked at her with the eyes of a good show.
Chuzheng turned his eyes slightly, and put his hands into his pockets naturally: "I'm not."
After the original owner was brought back, the Song family probably thought that she didn't understand anything and was ashamed, and would not take her to socialize in the upper class, so naturally no one knew her.
Of course, the Song family would not publicize the fact that 'Song Yanran' was sent away.
The girl in the orange skirt covered her lips and smiled, and her beautiful eyes turned slightly: "Hey, Yanran, I heard that the Song family is going bankrupt? Even so, you don't even have to deny your identity, right?"
The bad intentions in the girl's eyes, she didn't hide it, Chuzheng could see it clearly.
Too bad it wasn't for her.
So Chuzheng didn't plan to care about anything with her.
Just repeated lightly: "I'm not Song Yanran. If you want to trouble her, please go to the Song family."
Chuzheng spoke too calmly, and that determined tone made the girls across from them look at each other in dismay.
Can they admit wrong with this face
It's definitely Song Yanran!
but…
The scent is a little different.
Song Yanran is the best at pretending, she always looks like a weak Liu Fufeng, soft and weak. When was she so tough
Wasn't it because they were afraid that they would find trouble and deliberately fool them
Several girls looked at each other a few times, and the girl in the orange skirt said again: "Yanran, what are you doing here?"
"… "
Said I'm not Song Yanran!
There is no end!
The girl next to the orange skirt answered, "I remember that Yanran doesn't seem to be a member of Golden Sunshine, right? Oh, Yanran didn't come with that young master, right?"
Another girl was astonished: "The Song family is so dilapidated that Yanran wants to sell herself?"
These girls, just say Song Yanran as a guest.
The girl in the orange skirt suddenly reached out and pulled her.
Chuzheng didn't know what she wanted to do, so she took a step back and avoided her hand.
But a few other girls immediately gathered around, looking a little unkind.
"Yanran, why don't we find a place to catch up?" the girl in the orange skirt said with a smile.
Chuzheng is irritable.
She raised her hand, the bodyguard kept looking at her, saw Chuzheng beckoning, and immediately went over.
"Miss Song."
"Hit them." Chu Zheng pointed at the girls.
"… "
The bodyguard hesitated.
But thinking of Uncle Bai's instructions, he called the bodyguard over.
"What are you doing?"
"Song Yanran, how dare you call me a bodyguard?"
"You Song Family are like that, yet you dare to offend us, have you eaten the courage of an ambitious leopard?"
Chuzheng said with a serious face: "Eating bear heart and leopard gallbladder is against the law."
Bodyguard: "..."
"Hit, what are you waiting for?" Chu Zheng turned to look at the bodyguard.
Anyway, they thought they were Song Yanran, and they couldn't find her in trouble.
Perfect!
Chuzheng was escorted away by bodyguards amid the screams of several girls.
The people in the golden clubhouse heard the movement and rushed out in a hurry, wanting to stop but not daring to stop.
After all, those bodyguards are really suffocating...
It's a little different from a normal bodyguard.
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Chuzheng sat back in the car. This time, the co-pilot she was sitting in, the bodyguard was unexpected, but she didn't show it, but respectfully asked where she was going next.
"Go forward."
Chuzheng put his feet on the workbench in front of him, with the attitude of an uncle.
"… "
The bodyguard silently started the car and drove forward.
Chuzheng did not let the bodyguard go back until it was dark.
Uncle Bai was waiting at the door: "Miss Song, you are back."
Chuzheng walked inside with his hands in his hands, and the posture was not like being imprisoned here, but the owner here.
When Chuzheng entered, the bodyguard immediately told the housekeeper what happened today.
Of course, there is no need to talk to Mr. about these less important things.
After Uncle Bai has sorted it out, he will report it to Mr.
"Didn't the Song family have only one daughter?"
"Yeah, Uncle Bai... You said Miss Song, did you give this place last time... "
The bodyguard pointed to his brain.
After the last suicide, Miss Song seemed to have changed.
Isn't this a broken brain
How can Uncle Bai know, but the possibility that his brain is broken is not big.
For some reason, he believed more that what Miss Song said was not Song Yanran.
"Check it out as soon as possible."
"OK."
The bodyguard left the villa and went to investigate the Song family.
No one has said this, and no one will know about it.
But it's not a secret if anyone wants to investigate.
Song Chuzheng's information was quickly delivered to a villa in the suburbs.
Uncle Bai personally sent the materials, and the materials were packed in a special file bag. At this time, they were neatly placed on a purple gold sandalwood table.
A hand reached over, picked up the portfolio, opened it, and pulled out the information inside.
The speed of page turning is very fast, and it is not an exaggeration to see ten lines at a glance.
Snapped-
The material fell on the table, slid to the edge, and finally crashed to the ground.
On the top page, it was written - Song Chuzheng.
"The Song family is good at it."
The man's melodious voice sounded, a little careless and lazy, unable to hear joy or anger.
Uncle Bai looked to the side.
The man is sitting at the table, wearing only a thin sweater and simple slacks.
One leg rests on the table, the other hangs over the edge of the table, no shoes are on.
He placed his right hand on his curved knee, and between his fair and slender fingers, he was playing with a string of Buddhist beads. The smoothness of the beads meant that they were often played with.
"Sir, what are you going to do?"
The man slid the beads one by one before he said, "Let's do this first."
The voice is clear and light, still with a sense of laziness, it sounds very textured, nice and durable.
Uncle Bai understood the man's subtext.
This in advance does not move.
"What about Miss Song?"
The man fell barefoot on the ground, and the slacks fell, which were long enough to cover the instep.
Up is straight and slender legs.
He stepped on the wooden floor and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, as if he was boneless, soft in the rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The rocking chair squeaked.
"As usual."
"Yes."