"But I think Ms. Song is doing well, and I'm about to treat this place as my own." The man Yu Guang retracted and continued to drink the soup, his slender and white fingers, holding the white porcelain spoon, made his entire hand white. Porcelain in general.

"You asked me to come, just want to tell me this?"

The man put down the spoon, put the soup bowl down, and turned around.

Chu Zheng's appearance was reflected in the ink pupils. He stepped closer to Chu Zheng, and the distance between the two of them kept shortening.

Until face to face, you can feel each other's breathing.

The man staggered slightly, missing Chu Zheng's cheeks, and sniffed gently with the tip of his nose.

"Miss Song's smell is somewhat familiar."

"..."

The man's lazy voice continued: "That night... was it Miss Song?" The person who beat him was similar in shape to her, but he was not very sure.

Chu Zheng calmed his face: "Which night?"

Want to blame me!

no way!

The man fell silent for a while, then got up and distanced himself 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!

No good people like this can be found.

Both people actually knew it well.

Before Chu Zheng was outside the golden sunlight, what he said was to ask him to investigate.

Let him know that the person sent by the Song family is not Song Yanran.

"The Song family used you to replace Song Yanran, do you resent them?" The man put his fingertips on the stage and looked out through the window: "You are also the daughter of the Song family, you should have lived the same life as Song Yanran. But after more than ten years in the country, I came back and was sent here again, Miss Song, do you resent?"

Chu Zheng's tone was cold: "No."

The man looked back, with a bit of curiosity and inquiry: "Why?"

Chu Zheng: "It's not necessary."

That is the life of the original owner, not hers.

Why should she resent.

As for whether the original owner resents or not, how does she know.

"Then do you resent me?" The man asked again, "Do you resent me for keeping you here?"

"I just want to go." Chu Zheng raised his eyes, met his gaze, and looked directly at him, neither humble nor arrogant: "You really thought you could shut me down."

The girl's voice is clear, every word is very ordinary, but when combined, it is unreasonably arrogant.

"Oh?" The man's tone stretched slightly, and Mo Tong narrowed slightly: "Then Miss Song, why didn't you leave?"

There are bodyguards inside and outside the villa.

If he really couldn't stand even a little girl, then he would have to mention it.

Chu Zheng was righteous and confident: "It's good here. There are food and drink people waiting for you, why do you want to leave." In addition to being inconvenient to work, he needs 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 didn't have to be driven by others, so he left.

Embers stared at the girl's back, and put his fingers to his 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 then he realized it after a while, and the ember asked Chu Zheng.

"Yes." Uncle Bai said.

Embers asked slowly: "Do you think she is like someone who has lived in the country for more than ten years?"

"..."

Not like!

When Miss Song first arrived, she was crying and crying, and her mental state was not very good, but from the perspective of her temperament, Miss Song at that time was indeed like a person who had lived in the country for more than ten years.

But since this Miss Song committed suicide for the second time.

Her temperament changed.

Even the real wealthy daughter may not have her temperament.

"Sir, you doubt her..."

Uncle Bai also suspected of being dropped before.

But this person has been under his nose, how can he fall? The previous check-up at the hospital was no problem. He was indeed alone.

"interesting."

Embers lowered the eyelashes, pinched the spoon with his fingertips, and stirred the soup inside: "What's the matter."

"Sir, you are injured, are you still going there?"

"Go, why not go." Embers said casually: "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 decided. He only asked tentatively: "Then Miss Song?"

"Pick her up to look good."

"……Yes."

-

Chuzheng looked at the dress and jewelry delivered to his room.

"What are you doing?"

Uncle Bai still looks like that: "Miss Song, Mr. will take you to a banquet tonight, please prepare."

"He took me there, I'm going there?" Chu Zheng leaned on the dressing table: "Why?"

"..."

Why?

Uncle Bai was a little confused by this question.

As a Mr., who really want to bring to attend, is there any reason?

It's reserved if you don't post it upside down.

Now Miss Song is asking why...

He never expected that there would be such a problem! !

Butler is so hard!

"Miss Song get ready." Uncle Bai smiled and nodded, then quickly exited the room.

Chuzheng is not interested in attending any banquets.

Naturally, nothing will be prepared.

So when he was about to set off, Chu Zheng was still sitting on the sofa, reading with his legs folded.

"Miss Song, are you ready?"

"I didn't say I was going." Chu Zheng turned a page.

"..."

If Chuzheng had trouble with him, Uncle Bai might have something to do.

But Chuzheng sat so quietly, in a state where no one came to work well, and Uncle Bai didn't know how to start.

Uncle Bai couldn't help Chuzheng, so he withdrew and went upstairs to report to Ember.

Embers didn't let Uncle Bai come again, but came here in person.

He changed into more formal clothes... either a suit or a more formal casual wear.

It looks casual, but not particularly casual.

There is a somewhat sloppy temperament.

Embers walked across to the sofa and sat down: "Miss Song doesn't want to go out with me?"

"I don't want to."

"Miss Song, do you remember why you are here?" Emben 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?"

Chu Zheng closed the book and looked over.

Uncle Bai stood by, watching the two silently stare at each other.

Embers always looked lazy and seemed innocuous, but it was not.

However, Chuzheng's whole body was full of coldness, and he turned away.

The two people were sitting face to face at this time, and Uncle Bai was inexplicably surprised.

It's like seeing two big brothers contending in a chamber.

Chu Zheng threw the book on the table and put his hand on the armrest beside him: "You want to invite me?"

Embers stunned.

After a while, the man got up, and formally adjusted his clothes, and reached out to Chuzheng, "Is there any honor?"

Chu Zheng looked at the hand that was handed in front of him, moving his eyes from his wrist to the fingertips.

Hands that are so beautiful that they cannot be described in words.