The bodyguard didn't talk to Chuzheng, but got back in the car and dialed a number.

"Sir, I need to tell you something."

There was a very soft voice on the other end of the phone: "Yeah."

"I just sent Miss Song to the Golden Sunshine and met Song Boxue...Miss Song said that she is not called Song Yanran."

"Oh?"

The people over there seemed to be interested.

After a few seconds, I asked: "What then?"

The bodyguard continued: "She said... She is called Song Chuzheng."

On the other end of the phone, only the sound of breathing was left, and the bodyguard did not dare to hang up.

"Check it out."

"Yes."

-

Chuzheng came out soon after entering, with an extra black card in his hand.

The bodyguard saw her coming out, and just about to get out of the car to meet her, he saw several beautifully dressed girls holding each other, talking and laughing and walking to the door.

The bodyguard hesitated and did not pass immediately, but took two steps forward to prevent unexpected situations.

"Hey, isn't this Yanran?"

One of the girls in an orange dress reached out and stopped her, with a slight disdain on her delicate face.

The several girls who were with her also looked at her with good eyes.

Chu Zheng turned his eyes slightly, and put his hands in his pocket naturally: "I am not."

After the original owner was picked up, the Song family probably felt that she didn't understand anything ashamed, and would not take her to social gatherings in the upper class at all, naturally no one knew her.

Of course, the Song family would not preach that "Song Yanran" was sent away.

The girl in the orange dress covered her lips and smiled, her beautiful eyes lightly turned: "Hey, Yanran, I heard that the Song family is going bankrupt? Even so, you don't even have to deny your identity, right?"

The girl's eyes were unkind and undisguised, Chuzheng could see clearly.

Unfortunately, it was not against her.

So Chu Zheng didn't plan to care about anything with her.

Just repeating faintly: "I'm not Song Yanran, please go to Song's house if you trouble her."

Chuzheng spoke too calmly, and his calm tone made the girls on the opposite side look at each other a bit.

Can they admit their mistakes with this face?

It's definitely Song Yanran!

but……

This temperament is a bit different.

Song Yanran is the best at pretending, and doing everything is a weak Liu Fufeng, soft and weak, when has he been so tough?

Wouldn't it be that they deliberately fooled them for fear of making trouble?

The girls looked at each other a few times, and the girl in the orange skirt said again: "Yan Ran, what are you doing here?"

"..."

Said I am not Song Yanran!

There is no end!

The girl next to the orange skirt answered, "I remember Yanran doesn't seem to be a member of Golden Sunshine? Oh, won't Yanran come with that young master?"

Another girl was astonished: "The Song family is now ruined to be sold by Yanran?"

These girls, every word of you, I almost said that Song Yanran was the pick-up.

The girl in the orange skirt suddenly stretched out and pulled her.

Chu Zheng didn't know what she wanted to do, so he stepped back, avoiding her hand.

But a few other girls immediately gathered around, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Why don't we find a place to retell the past?" The girl in the orange skirt said with a smile.

Chuzheng is irritable.

She raised her hand, and the bodyguard kept looking at her. Seeing Chuzheng beckoning, he immediately passed.

"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, you dare to call a bodyguard?"

"You are like the Song family, you dare to offend us, have you eaten the ambition of the leopard?"

Chuzheng seriously said: "Eating bear heart and leopard dared to break the law."

bodyguard:"……"

"Fight, what are you waiting for?" Chu Zheng turned to look at the bodyguard.

Anyway, they felt that they were Song Yanran, and they couldn't find her even if they asked for trouble.

perfect!

Chu Zheng was guarded by bodyguards and left amidst the bleak voices of several girls.

The people in the golden club heard the movement and hurried out, as if they wanted to stop but didn't dare to stop.

After all, those bodyguards are really terrifying...

It's a bit different from ordinary bodyguards.

-

Chuzheng sat back in the car. This time, her co-pilot and bodyguard had an accident, but they didn't show it. Instead, they asked respectfully where she was going next.

"Go ahead."

Chu Zheng put his feet on the workbench in front, in the posture of an uncle.

"..."

The bodyguard started the car silently and drove towards the front.

It was not until dark that Chuzheng let the bodyguard go back.

Uncle Bai waited at the door: "Miss Song, you are back."

Chuzheng copied his hands and walked inside. The posture was not like being imprisoned here, but the master here.

When Chu Zheng entered, the bodyguard immediately told the housekeeper what happened today.

These are not important things, naturally there is no need to talk to your husband.

Uncle Bai will report it to Mr.

"Don'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 committing suicide last time, Ms. Song seemed to change herself.

This is not a broken brain. What is it?

Uncle Bai knows nowhere, but the possibility of his brain breaking...not big.

I don't know why, he believes that what the Miss Song said is that she is not Song Yanran.

"Check it out as soon as possible."

"Ok."

The bodyguard left the villa and went to investigate Song's house.

No one said this, and no one would know.

But it's no secret that people who want to check.

Song Chuzheng's information was soon delivered to a villa in the suburbs.

Uncle Bai personally sent the materials in a special file bag, and at this time they were neatly placed on a red sandalwood wooden table.

A hand stretched over, picked up the portfolio, opened it, and pulled out the information inside.

The page turning speed is very fast, and ten lines at a glance are not an exaggeration.

Snapped--

The data fell on the table, slid to the edge, and finally crashed to the ground.

On the top page, it was written impressively-Song Chuzheng.

"The Song family is good at it."

The man's pleasant voice sounded, somewhat inattentively lazy, unable to hear the joy or anger.

Uncle Bai looked aside.

The man sits on the table, wearing only a thin sweater and simple slacks.

One leg is on the table, one leg hangs from the edge of the table, no shoes are on.

He put his right hand on his bent knee, between his white and slender fingers, playing with a string of Buddhist beads. The smooth look of the beads is that they are often played with.

"Sir, what are you going to do?"

The man slid the Buddha beads one by one, and it took a long time to say: "Let's do this first."

The sound is clear and faint, still with a sense of laziness, and it sounds very textured, nice and durable.

Uncle Bai understood the subtext of a man.

This will not move in advance.

"Then Miss Song?"

The man fell barefoot on the ground, his slacks fell, some were long enough to cover the instep.

Upwards are straight and slender legs.

He stepped on the wooden floor and walked towards the French window, boneless, soft in the rocking chair in front of the French window.

The rocking chair shook.

"As usual."

"Yes."