Migrant workers who entered the system refused to work overtime

Chapter 6
"Just come back."

The handsome uncle took her hand naturally.

Chen Tong was a little dazed, but he still didn't dare to say anything when he remembered his character design.Le Yi and the butler next to him looked at it with no surprise: no one in the ten miles and eight villages knew that Song Zhixi would be lost if he wasn't careful, so he had to be held by him.

"Ling Ai has grown up so much, call, Zhixi, isn't it? Zhixi, don't run around next time, so that your father and Uncle Ding can find it easily." Butler Ding bent slightly and stroked his beard, smiling Seeing the teeth but not seeing the eyes, as if an elder in the clan cared about her.

Chen Tongmu stared straight ahead in a daze.

She is blind now, she doesn't listen to anything, she doesn't care about anything.

"My little girl is stupid, I hope Steward Ding won't blame me." The handsome uncle tugged Chen Tong's arm in a timely manner to help her out, "Song will make up for her here."

The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Hey, I can't help it, anyone in the neighborhood doesn't know about your girl's situation, who would blame her, and apologizing for this matter, I'm afraid it's not a way to amuse my old man."

Song Ding and Song Ding talked to each other and exchanged greetings back and forth. Except for Chen Tong's description of wanting to dig a hole in the ground, they really couldn't find any faults.Finally, she yawned.

It may be out of place, but yawning is something that can't be held back many times.

"Zhixi wants to go home?" Song Hongchun left the dialogue and asked her.

……

As expected of a father and daughter, so caring.

So the father and daughter went home like this.

Chen Tong wondered again and again whether he had done something to make the handsome uncle notice it.Otherwise, why did he stare at her for so long, as if he was thinking about something serious.

With a frowning expression, he opened his mouth to kneel for a second.

"Is Zhixi hungry? What would Zhixi want to eat now?"

"Will Zhixi and Weifu go shopping for new clothes?"

"Look at Zhixi, the new kite I made for my father, do you want to play with it..."

The joy, the joy... Chen Tong didn't even slow down when he shouted.

As if it was just an illusion just now, Mr. Song still firmly believes that she is his original daughter.

She just said, who can play a fool.

Chen Tong thought.

So Chen Tong continued to be silly, saying that she was not hungry, but was sleepy and wanted to sleep.Seeing this, the cheap father took her directly to her own room, told her that he was staying in the front yard, and called him directly if there was any problem.

Chen Tong watched blankly as he swept away the bedding from the next door.

There is quite a sense of guilt that the dove occupies the magpie's nest.

"Why think so much, it's a good thing to have less interaction." She convinced herself, and then threw herself on Song Zhixi's bed.The quilt was very thick and the curtains were very light, so they should be changed and washed frequently, but she couldn't smell anything except the smell of the sun.The corners of the bedside decorations were very smooth, Chen Tong touched the scar on his knee, it seemed that Song Zhixi had suffered a lot from it.

"By the way, this is my soul wear, right?"

"Oh, master, you are so smart."

"This uncle and I have a simple father-daughter relationship, right?"

"Otherwise?"

"Now I'm asking you."

"We don't want to make trouble, and the master is just a passer-by during this journey, so don't worry about it unnecessarily."

"roll."

Every time I talk to Gou A, I will get angry.

Its brain hole Chen Tong is beyond compare.

It's late autumn and it gets dark early.The little maid specially brought the candle over, and after sending the candle, she didn't leave and introduced herself.

"Slave rosin, Mr. Song bought it at the market, and is usually in charge of the lady's rest. The master told me to be with the lady from today onwards, and you can tell me anything you want."

……

and many more?

What do you mean... from today?
Chen Tong became wary.

Seeming to see her suspicion, Rosin said again, "Master said you got lost. There are many affairs in the Yao Mansion, and he can't leave to look for you. From now on, whether you go out or in the mansion, it's always better to be with someone alone."

"He said that he is old, father and daughter are different, and you should have a maid to follow."

Rosin explained in a timely manner, and Chen Tong was half relieved.

If you think about it carefully, this is indeed the truth.

What's more, if Song's father really realizes that she is not Song Zhixi, with his doting on his daughter, can he let her go?Can Chen Tong be allowed to sleep in Song Zhixi's room?
Logic is fine.

After thinking about it again and again, Chen Tong decided to take a nap first, get rid of the jet lag, and make another plan after waking up.

"When did your lord come? Why didn't you know you'd hear me?" The woman on the inner wall of the front yard dumbly lifted the bamboo curtain, and gently pressed Song Hongchun's shoulder.

Song Hongchun held an open volume of "Four Shows" in his hand, and frowned slightly.The loose clothes could not hide his thinness. He stared at the burning sandalwood at the corner of the table, watching it slowly rise and dissipate, melting into the air.

"Starting tomorrow, thank you behind closed doors."

"But what's wrong? It's the Yao family..."

"It's all right." Song Hongchun rubbed the center of his brows, closed his eyes tightly, and said in a hoarse and lazy tone, "If someone is called over there, you just need to take the chapter and I will go."

"Then...don't you go back to the back room to guard Miss Xi tonight?" He snapped the pages of the book shut, with a sharp anger between his brows, the woman stepped back and knelt on the ground when she saw this, her actions were swift and neat, and she couldn't see anything It seems to be slightly delayed.

Song Hongchun stood up, a shadow several times his size was reflected on the window, full of oppressive feeling as the candle flickered.

"Whatever she wants to do is up to her. There is only one thing - I want people to live. If you can't do this well, just go back to the furnace."

The woman grabbed the ground with her head and apologized in embarrassment.

Putting down the scroll in his hand, he moved to the window, where he could see the whole view of the backyard, but Song Zhixi's room was not lit as usual.

"Go down."

The woman stood up abruptly, exited the room and closed the door carefully, and returned to the guest room on the other side, freezing in the dark interior.

Only Song Hongchun's room remained bright in the front yard.

"My son is stupid."

With a sigh, the candles in the front yard were extinguished.

(End of this chapter)