"But I think Miss Song is doing very well, and she's about to treat this place as her own." The man took his eyes back and continued to drink the soup. With his slender and fair fingers, he squeezed the white porcelain spoon, making his whole hand look white. Porcelain in general.
"You called me here because you wanted to tell me this?"
The man put down the spoon, put the bowl down, and turned around.
The appearance of Chuzheng was reflected in the ink pupil, he stepped closer to Chuzheng, and the distance between the two kept shortening.
Until face to face, you can feel each other's breath.
The man staggered slightly, missed Chuzheng's cheek, and gently sniffed the tip of his nose.
"The smell on Miss Song is somewhat familiar."
"… "
The man's lazy voice continued: "That night... was it Miss Song?" The person who hit him was about the same size as her, but he wasn't sure.
Chuzheng calmed his face: "Which night?"
Want to fool me!
no way!
The man was silent for a moment, then got up and opened the distance from Chuzheng.
"what's your name?"
"Song Chuzheng."
The man raised his eyebrows: "Miss Song is really honest."
"Ok."
I am such an honest person!
I can't find a good person like this.
Both of them actually knew it.
Chuzheng was outside the golden sunshine before, and what he said was to ask him to check.
Let him know that the person the Song family sent was not Song Yanran.
"The Song family replaced Song Yanran with you, do you hate them?" The man put his fingertips on the table and looked out through the window: "You are also the daughter of the Song family, and you should have lived the same life as Song Yanran. But after more than ten years in the country, she came back and was sent here again, Miss Song, are you resentful?"
Chu Zheng's tone was cold: "No."
The man looked back, with a bit of curiosity and inquiry: "Why?"
Chuzheng: "No need."
That was the original owner's life, not hers.
Why should she be angry.
As for whether the original owner resented or not, how could she know.
"Then do you resent me?" The man asked again, "Do you resent me for keeping you here?"
"I want to go as soon as I want." Chu Zheng raised his eyes and met his gaze, looking straight at him without being humble or arrogant: "You really think you can shut me up."
The girl's voice is clear, and every word is very ordinary, but when combined together, it is arrogant for no reason.
"Oh?" The man's tone was slightly prolonged, and Mo Tong narrowed slightly: "Then why doesn't Miss Song leave?"
There are bodyguards inside and outside the villa.
If he really can't even look at a little girl, then he has to mention it.
Chuzheng said confidently, "It's pretty good here, there are people to eat and drink, so why do you want to leave?" Except for the inconvenience of doing errands and needing to climb the wall.
But it's not a big deal.
For the convenience of the front, it is also possible to overcome the wall.
The big guy doesn't care about this little detail.
"… "
"Sir." Uncle Bai knocked twice at the door.
The two seemed to have something to say, Chuzheng did not need to be chased by others, and left by himself.
Ember stared at the girl's back, and put her fingers to her lips thoughtfully.
Uncle Bai closed the door and walked in: "Sir."
"She really lived in the country for more than ten years?"
Uncle Bai was stunned for a moment, and it took a moment for him to react, Chuzheng asked by Ember.
"Yes." Uncle Bai said.
Ember asked slowly, "Do you think she looks like someone who has lived in the countryside for more than ten years?"
"… "
Not like!
When Miss Song first came, she was crying and crying, and her mental state was not very good, but in terms of temperament, Miss Song at that time really looked like someone who had lived in the countryside for more than ten years.
But since this Miss Song committed suicide for the second time.
Her aura changed.
Even the real rich and powerful daughter may not have such a temperament as her.
"Sir, you suspect her..."
Uncle Bai also suspected that the bag had been dropped before.
But this person has been under his nose, how can he lose his bag? There was no problem with the previous examination at the hospital, and it was indeed a person.
"interesting."
Ember lowered his eyelashes, pinched the spoon with his fingertips, and stirred the soup inside: "What's the matter."
"Sir, you are injured, are you still going over there?"
"Go, why don't you go." Ember said loosely: "They thought I was dead if I didn't go."
Uncle Bai was a little worried about Ember's injury, but he couldn't stop what the husband had decided, so he only asked tentatively, "What about Miss Song?"
"Give her a good-looking one."
"… Yes."
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Chuzheng looked at the dresses and jewelry brought to his room.
"What?"
Uncle Bai is still the same: "Miss Song, Mr. will take you to a banquet tonight, please prepare."
"He took me, I'm going?" Chuzheng leaned against the dressing table: "Why?"
"… "
Why
Uncle Bai was a little confused by this question.
As a gentleman, do you really want to bring someone to attend, do you need any reason
It would be considered modest not to post it upside down.
Now this Miss Song asks why...
He never imagined that there would be such a problem! !
Housekeeping is so hard!
"Miss Song, get ready." Uncle Bai smiled and nodded, then quickly exited the room.
Chuzheng was not interested in attending any banquets.
Naturally nothing will be prepared.
So when it was time to set off, Chuzheng was still sitting on the sofa, reading a book with her legs crossed.
"Miss Song, are you ready?"
"I didn't say I was going." Chuzheng turned a page of the book.
"… "
If Chuzheng fights with him, Uncle Bai probably still has something to do.
But Chuzheng was sitting so quietly, in a state that no one could do it, Uncle Bai didn't know how to start.
Uncle Bai couldn't help Chuzheng, so he withdrew and went upstairs to report to Ember.
Ember didn't let Uncle Bai come again, but came over in person.
He changed into something more formal...either a suit, or more formal casual wear.
It looks random, but not particularly random.
There is a bit of a sloppy temperament.
Ember walked to the opposite side of the sofa and sat down: "Miss Song doesn't want to go out with me?"
"In no mood."
"Miss Song, do you still remember why you are here?" Ember leaned back on the sofa and looked at her lazily.
"Remember."
"Since you remember, Miss Song, do you think you have the right to reject me?"
Chuzheng closed the book and looked up.
Uncle Bai stood beside him, watching the two silently look at each other.
Embers always look lazy and don't look dangerous, but that's not the case.
Chuzheng had a coldness all over her body, and she directly refused to let anyone three feet away.
The two were sitting face to face at this time, and Uncle Bai was inexplicably frightened.
It's like seeing the situation where the two big bosses are fighting in court.
Chuzheng threw the book on the table and put his hand on the armrest next to him: "You want to invite me?"
Embers froze.
After a while, the man got up, tidied up his clothes formally, and stretched out his hand towards Chuzheng: "Do you have that honor?"
Chuzheng looked at the hand handed in front of him, his eyes moved from his wrist to his fingertips.
Hands so beautiful that words cannot describe them.