Mahjong was played until past twelve o'clock.
Song Yunxuan won several games in a row, and she was very bad with her cards.
Hong Kong people particularly believe in Feng Shui directions.
Rong Liu and several others all shouted that the seat Song Yunxuan took today was particularly good, and strongly requested to change seats.
Song Yunxuan hesitated for a moment, then changed her seat to them and took turns.
However, after she won seven games in a row, several people felt that she might have gone out without reading the almanac today.
The fingers of Zhong Yuan and Zhong Jin were taken off and placed in Song Yunxuan's hands.
Song Yunxuan looked at it for a long time and felt happy, so she stood up and left: "This thumb ring is so beautiful. I'll go over there and look at it for a while. Mo Chen, please help me hold it up."
Chu Mochen raised his eyebrows slightly and silently pushed forward without refusing.
There was a new group of people at the card table, and Zhong Yuan and Zhong Jin were both a little depressed after exporting the heirlooms.
Rong Liu ran to drink tea with Song Yunxuan -
"I heard that this jade ring from the Zhongyuan family has been passed down for three hundred years. You should be careful."
"Okay." She responded and raised her finger slightly. The warm feeling and pure color were indeed top quality.
It was well deserved to be placed in the Chong family as a family heirloom and passed down for hundreds of years.
Rong Liu joked with him again: "If you fall, the Zhong family will fight you tooth and nail."
"So scary?" She was surprised.
Rong Liu nodded and explained to her with a smile: "This thing has always been worn on Zhong Yuan, the heir of the third generation of single inheritance, and the Zhong family asked Zhong Yuan not to take off this ring at will. If this ring falls on someone else's In their hands, they almost thought that Zhongyuan was bullied by someone."
"That's it." Song Yunxuan lowered her long eyelashes and looked at the jade ring in her hand.
Rong Liu talked to her for a while, and then was called over by Zhong Jin to help her.
Before leaving, he joked with Song Yunxuan: "Zhongyuan will not let this thing stay in your hands for more than a day. He will definitely pay a high price to redeem it in advance."
Hearing this, Song Yunxuan raised a smile, put the ring on her thumb, and nodded: "I will give it to him."
But it definitely won't be tonight.
Maybe Chu Mochen had a little more fun with them and had no intention of breaking up in the early morning.
Song Yunxuan couldn't hold it any longer, so she said hello and went to bed first.
Before returning to her room, she glanced sideways at the people at the mahjong table, her eyes deep.
Hong Kong City is a big dyeing vat, but since ancient times, the more troubled the times, the more heroes will emerge.
Even if the port city is a big dye vat, even the Dragon King would not dare to swim in the deep water, but what if you seize the opportunity and lie down in the deep water? Maybe something useful to you will come out.
She rubbed the ring with her fingers and went back to her room to sleep.
At three o'clock in the night, she fell asleep in a daze.
Someone lifted the quilt, got on the bed, pulled her over, held her in his arms.
She was familiar with those strong arms, but she was a little sleepy.
His kisses were thin and warm, touching her skin time after time.
There were kiss marks on her neck, and she opened her eyes. Her eyes under the long eyelashes looked at him, a little confused: "Aren't you going to play anymore?"
"They're not very fun to play with."
Song Yunxuan's hair was spread out, and his fingers picked up her hair and wrapped it between his fingers.
His tall and broad body pressed her down and kissed her deeply.
The kiss was soft and entangled, but it made her heart excited, and her chest rose and fell a little more.
The heart in the chest also beats faster.
His fingers peeled off the pajamas on her shoulders, exposing her round shoulders to the air, as white as jade.
Song Yunxuan felt a slight chill, and before she could shrink back, her whole body was wrapped up in him.
The free touch on her skin was slightly stronger, and she couldn't help but let out a seductive murmur from between her teeth.
Chu Mochen's chest was hot, and her body began to feel uncontrollably hot from the ironing.
She turned away, her hair sticking to the side of her face. She couldn't help but feel the anxiety, raised her finger, and gently bit her finger with her thin white teeth.
His voice was gentle: "Don't bite, it hurts."
She opened her eyes slightly, looking at his face and features in confusion, thinking slightly.
When she was still Gu Changge, why didn't she realize that Chu Mochen could still treat her like this
She frowned and turned her face away, not rejecting him.
Three o'clock in the morning.
The night is dark.
It was supposed to be a charming room.
But suddenly, Song Yunxuan's stomach churned.
The whole person suddenly woke up from the confusion that seemed to rise to the top of the clouds.
She pushed Chu Mochen away, hurriedly got off the bed, ran straight to the glass counter in the bathroom, and vomited out suddenly.
This problem of vomiting is getting worse and worse.
She was sick from vomiting.
Chu Mochen came over and patted her back gently.
The slender eyebrows were also wrinkled, there was a slight crease between the eyebrows, and there was doubt in his eyes: "Tomorrow, let's go to another hospital for examination."
There was no need to doubt the examination results at Xina Hospital, but Song Yunxuan's symptoms were really strange.
The originally good atmosphere was suddenly broken.
Song Yunxuan vomited for a long time before going back to rest feeling weak.
Chu Mochen took her into his arms and did not continue.
Song Yunxuan slept deeply and did not wake up at eight o'clock the next morning.
Chu Mochen went out beforehand and opened the curtains for her before leaving.
When the sun rose, the light that came in gradually moved to Song Yunxuan's body.
Song Yunxuan opened her eyes and saw the sun. She raised her white arms to cover her eyes, so that the dazzling sunlight was blocked.
She lay on the bed for a while, her thin eyebrows wrinkled.
Then, wash up, get dressed, and go out.
Yangshan Villa is equipped with a dedicated driver. Even if Chu Mochen is away, her travel is no longer restricted.
When passing the drug store, she was slightly stunned.
The driver saw her eyes staring at the pharmacy and asked her respectfully: "Miss Song, do you want to go to the pharmacy?"
Song Yunxuan shook her head calmly: "No need."
You can wait for a while before going to the pharmacy. The most important thing now is to go to Tianzangfang first.
Tianzangfang, Hong Kong City, is the most prestigious copying agency in Hong Kong City.
When she was still Gu Changge, she made a special trip to Tianzangfang to meet the top person in charge of Tianzangfang.
This organization is responsible for copying all kinds of things.
To put it simply, he is actually a professional manufacturer of fakes.
Many of the antiques and Yuan celadon sold in Hong Kong City Auction Houses are secretly produced by Tianzangfang.
However, since it is produced secretly, not many people know about Tianzangfang.
People in the upper class of Hong Kong City have heard of Tianzangfang and even have close communication with it.
As for Yuncheng, some of them are old customers of Tianzangfang.
For example, Gu Changge.
Song Yunxuan showed the driver the way to the organization building of Tianzangfang.
It is not accurate to say that it is a building. Tianzangfang looks like an unknown and low-key wealthy businessman. The family mansion was built like the palace of a Qing Dynasty prince, and it is located in a slightly remote location.
She got off the car and saw the antique gate of Tianzangfang.
There are also two ancient stone lions at the door.
She walked forward, and security immediately came to the door.
"Excuse me, do you have a greeting card?"
Song Yunxuan turned the jade ring on her hand. The security guard had worked in Tianzangfang for many years and was very sensitive to the things he had seen before.
The two security guards looked at each other and then spoke politely to Song Yunxuan: "Miss, please wait a moment. We will notify Miss Zang right away."
Song Yunxuan nodded and waited at the door.
She promised that Miss Zang from Tianzangfang would definitely meet her.
Although Miss Zang is a young lady, she basically does not refuse business that comes to her door.
Moreover, the people who can come to the door are also acquaintances.
Sure enough, within three minutes, the security guard came over and respectfully invited her into Zang's house.
Zang's family has a deep courtyard, towering rockery, and exquisite carvings on the corridor.
Stepping onto the corridor, it feels like you have traveled to ancient times instantly.
After making nine twists and turns on the Chaoshou Veranda, we reached the depths of Zang's house.
Rumors say that this young lady from the Zang family is in poor health and spends many years recuperating in a deep house. She also has a dignified and aloof personality. She is an arrogant, remote and difficult-to-reach young lady.
Moreover, she is not very old, and she is still a daughter adopted by the Zang family.
All in all, Miss Zang can be regarded as a legend among the famous families in Hong Kong City.
Or rather, a secret.
There are peonies that are out of season in the deep house, and the flowers are as big as the mouth of a bowl.
Walking in front of the flowers, the fragrance of flowers will hit your nose.
Walking inside, there is a small courtyard with a wing.
The main house has carved sandalwood windows, and the sandalwood door is slightly open.
Before entering the room, I heard a strong emphasis on Beijing opera coming from inside.
It was a woman's voice with a melodious tone and a sad meaning.
The housekeeper who led the way heard the Beijing opera accent coming from inside, and did not go in immediately. Instead, he stood at the door of the room, waiting for the singing to finish.
Song Yunxuan stood outside the door and could see the white sleeves inside being gently thrown out and then retracted lightly.
When Song Yunxuan saw the dancing sleeves, she not only smiled in her heart - outsiders said that this young lady from the Zang family was a frail and sickly young lady, so she stayed in the deep courtyard of the Zang family without leaving home.
But in fact, it's just the opposite. Not only is the young lady of the Zang family not a frail and sickly person, she is actually a young lady with first-class skills and some foundation in kung fu.
Otherwise, how can such long sleeves be swung so freely
The young lady just took a small step forward, turned her eyes, time passed, and her eyes were fixed on Song Yunxuan.
A pair of narrow, slightly raised phoenix eyes revealed a smile.
This smile made Song Yunxuan extremely surprised, but not so shocked that she lost her mind.
The lady's Beijing opera accent came out again.
This time, the song was not about Peking Opera, but about what she was asked -
"Miss, come here? What do you mean?"
She smiled slightly, opened the door and walked in.
The sunlight from the outer room shone in, hitting the ground brightly.
She turned sideways and showed the young lady the wrench in her hand.
Miss Zang's eyes narrowed when she saw the emerald finger ring. She looked at Song Yunxuan with a charming smile and a little bit of fierceness.
Song Yunxuan smiled calmly and calmly.
Miss Zang, you should like this thumb ring very much.
Otherwise, he wouldn't smile so charmingly.
She looked at her: "Miss, would you like to give me a helping hand?"
The young lady pursed her lips and smiled: "Let's talk in detail."