Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 928 Biandilian

Song Ying unexpectedly met Luo Qiu outside.

Originally, after hearing the news that Gan Hong was safe and sound from Song Haoran, she should be able to sleep peacefully - but after returning to the room, she became unable to sleep.

Originally, this time period was indeed too early for falling asleep... nine o'clock in the evening.

She just planned to come out to the yard for a walk, to enjoy the cool breeze or something, and then she saw Luo Qiu who was also in the yard.

He should have come here earlier than himself—and, the place where Luo Qiu lives now is the core area of ​​the humble house, and he is actually using this courtyard.

Originally, Song Ying wanted to turn around and leave, but she was curious about what this guy was doing out here... What made Song Ying stunned was that Luo Qiu was actually watering the flowers and plants here.

In this yard, there are many bonsai. These bonsai are all made by Song Tianyou in the past few years to cultivate his mind and temper.

"You're boring." Song Ying came to Luo Qiu's side and said something indifferent.

"I don't want to read books tonight, and I don't have any TV programs to watch." Luo Qiu said casually while watering: "It seems that the bonsai here has not been taken care of for some time, so I just mess around."

Song Ying shook her head and said, "These bonsai are all my grandpa's painstaking effort, don't ruin my grandpa's painstaking efforts by messing with them casually!"

Luo Qiu smiled and said, "It's just watering, and then cleaning up some dead leaves and weeds. They can't be destroyed. Do you want to come too?"

With that said, Luo Qiu picked up the scissors from the bonsai shelf, and brought them to Song Ying.

"Why should I cut it with you?" Song Ying frowned, hugged her hands, and squeezed her chest out.

Luo Qiu just stretched the arc of his smile slightly wider, but still didn't retract the scissors.

Song Ying's eyes gradually became hesitant...

……

Why do I have to accompany him to do this kind of thing?

Song Ying finally took over the scissors, and began to helplessly cut off some withered leaves for these bonsai.

In fact, Song Ying knew that she was actually a person who had a hard time refusing invitations from others.But I don't know when she started not to listen to other people's requests, and blocked all voices asking for her help from her mind.

Constantly responding to other people's requests is a tiring thing...for example, the existence of Chinatown.She knew that her grandfather Song Tianyou was nostalgic, and also knew his special feelings for overseas Chinese, but it didn't mean that Song Ying could accept the approach of the China Street Chamber of Commerce's "Shengmen".

In many cases, the "Shengmen" tends to breed a group of moths who do nothing and wait for others to solve the problem-as well as the rent that has remained unchanged for so many years.

Those people have probably forgotten that every inch of the place where they live and where they do business belongs to the Song family - they have long regarded the land as their own.

Even, they will resist some new measures... If you can't be soft-hearted, it will only put you in a dilemma, so Song Ying's attitude towards Chinatown is also superficially one way, and secretly one way.

Just like cutting off the dead leaves on these bonsai, we should also cut off those parasitic things on the big tree of the Song family, so as to maintain the healthy growth of the big tree of the Song family.

Cut!Cut!Cut!
Looking at Luo Qiu who was weeding on the opposite side of the bonsai shelf, the scissors in Song Ying's hands made a quick and regular snapping sound.

As if aware of Song Ying's gaze, Luo Qiu raised his head, but saw Song Ying snorted softly the moment their eyes met, and walked to another place.

Luo Qiu took a look at the place she had just trimmed, and unexpectedly it was very neatly trimmed, it didn't seem like a random trimming, probably he had learned it before.It's just... After cutting, letting those leaves scatter all over the ground, it seemed a bit imperfect.

Luo Qiu shook his head, brought a broom and shovel, and went to sweep away the fallen leaves.

At this moment, Song Ying didn't continue to trim the bonsai, but sat on the stone drum stool in the yard, and suddenly said: "Actually, I think you are very suitable to be a domestic servant."

"Why?" Luo Qiu asked curiously.

Song Ying squinted her eyes and smiled, "Because you look like a little shou, no one told you that you are so special?"

"It does."

However, to Song Ying's surprise, Luo Qiu admitted it directly at this moment.I only heard Luo Qiu say: "Actually, my body has been relatively weak since I was a child. It seems that it is because my mother suffered from a cold when she was pregnant with me. After I was born, the doctor said that I was a root cause of the disease. It is also slower than people of the same age, so it looks very thin."

Song Ying was startled... Isn't this the start of the conversation she was expecting?
"Probably in primary school?" Luo Qiu had a nostalgic look on his face, and then waved his palms, "It's probably only this tall, much worse than people of the same age. And it still looks very thin. My mother used to say I looked like a girl."

Luo Qiu suddenly smiled, it was a kind of smile that made Song Ying look very happy, she was suddenly fascinated... thinking about how this guy looked when he was in the arms of his parents when he was a child.

What will it be like?
Perhaps, that is completely different from now.

"Later, I started to drink some Chinese medicine and do acupuncture, and then my father also started to exercise me consciously. Gradually, my physique became better. After a few years, I became healthy."

"What happened later?" Song Ying asked subconsciously.

Luo Qiu said: "After a few years of unfamiliarity, I didn't exercise much until I went to college, so I probably look a little thinner."

Song Ying looked sideways, then suddenly stood up, walked in front of Luo Qiu, stroked her chin while pinching Luo Qiu's arm, studied and said: "Well... this skeleton does exist, but it doesn't grow. How much meat. But to be honest, the type of eight-pack abs like my uncle is not suitable for you, so you should continue to follow the route of the pussy. "

Luo Qiu smiled.

Song Ying suddenly looked at Luo Qiu seriously, and said seriously: "May I ask you a question... Why don't you seem to be angry? Is there nothing that will make you a little bit agitated? Angry Let's not talk about anything, at least ordinary people will always have some emotional fluctuations after seeing something they like... You, don't you?"

"Something I like..." Luo Qiu thought for a while, "Yes."

"What is it?" Song Ying immediately pricked up her ears as if she had discovered a new continent.

"For example, your soul, I really like it."

Song Ying opened her mouth—Luo Qiu's sudden answer caught her off guard, "My soul?"

Luo Qiu said softly: "It's like a pearl left in the sea. It is always protected by a hard shell. You can't pry this shell open, because you are afraid that once you use violence, it will become Afraid. It may change color because of this, but you still have no way of knowing its true color until it opens itself. Maybe it is as magnificent as you expected, maybe it is just the most ordinary The milky white of the pearl. But one thing is certain, that is your sense of expectation for it, and its own growth. These are actually very wonderful things.”

Song Ying blinked her eyes, sorted out the meaning of the words, frowned and said, "What the hell? Your expectations of me, and my own growth?"

Luo Qiu said softly: "You are very beautiful, maybe you can be even more beautiful."

Song Ying's eyes widened subconsciously - it was not the first time she had heard similar words from Luo Qiu.She disturbed her head and subconsciously said, "This... I can take this as the meaning of what you want to do to me?"

"I don't want to do anything." Luo Qiu shook his head and said, "For me now, just watching quietly is enough. Liking you doesn't mean liking between a man and a woman... maybe It’s okay to say it’s appreciation. For example, people who love flowers, love the beauty of flowers blooming.”

Song Ying couldn't help rubbing her forehead, she was a little uncertain about Luo Qiu's attitude, which made her feel a little flustered... Originally, how could anyone say such a thing so lightly!
"In short, in short! You are not allowed to have any strange thoughts about me, and I have no strange thoughts about you at all, OK?"

"Do you want to continue?" Luo Qiu handed out the scissors again.

"I'm not worried about handing over grandpa's bonsai to a layman like you!" Song Ying snorted, and directly snatched the scissors from Luo Qiu's hand.

With Luo Qiu on her back, she cut the leaves from the bonsai, and suddenly asked: "What...how do you think of Ganhong?"

"Like a lotus."

"lotus?"

"Bindilian, connected with you."

What do you mean?
Song Ying's hands froze for a moment... Bing Dilian?

Could this guy be planning to take the two together... However, Grandpa has already sent Gan Hong away, judging by Gan Hong's temperament...

And myself...

If this guy is so interesting... Will I...

"I'm warning you, don't even think about it!" Song Ying suddenly turned around, pointing the scissors straight at Luo Qiu, "If you think so, I'll click!!"

Click, click, the sound of scissors.

Luo Qiu said, "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

"Good girl! I hate you when I see you!" Song Ying gritted her teeth angrily... There was always a feeling of being teased, and she wished she could beat this guy up right now!

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "Gan Hong is injured, it should take a while to recuperate. I don't think it's suitable for me to act as a bodyguard. I want to talk to Master Song and ask her to remove Gan Hong temporarily. There should be no problem. And..."

He suddenly walked up to Song Ying.

Song Ying suddenly backed away a little scared - she rarely let strange men get close to her, and she was still in this strange atmosphere.

But if she took a step back, she would definitely bump into the top of the bonsai stand, and she had to stop.

Luo Qiu stretched out his hand - it was very easy for Song Ying to understand his intention and let her stretch out her hand.

"What do you want!" Song Ying glared, and immediately regained some momentum.

But Luo Qiu just smiled and didn't speak.

Song Ying felt dizzy for a while... This kind of eyes again, and this kind of eyes and attitude that people can't refuse - as if she knew that she would definitely follow suit.

"What exactly do you want to do!" Song Ying hesitated for a while, and finally stretched out her palm and folded it on Luo Qiu's.

Luo Qiu turned Song Ying's palm over, and then placed a silver bracelet on her palm.

"This is……"

On her wrist, there has always been such a silver bracelet that is almost exactly the same.

"I think it's most appropriate for you to return it to Gan Hong's hand." Luo Qiu said softly, "Since it's a kind of testimony, don't take it off casually next time. Because there will be Once, I might be reluctant to hand it over."

……

——Because if it happens again, I might be reluctant to hand it over.

Song Ying sat on the round drum stone bench in the yard by herself, leaning her hands on the marble table, resting her chin and looking at the moonlight, the silver bracelet was placed in front of her.

Luo Qiu has already left.

I always feel that life is a mess...

……

……

"Mr. Bai, this way please."

"I'm tired."

"You're welcome."

The servant is taking Baishuitang to rest in the guest room prepared for him - because of his in-law relationship with the Song family, if Baishuitang stays in the humble house, he will also be entertained in the central area of ​​the humble house.

From the perspective of outsiders, being able to be entertained here for the night can actually be regarded as a kind of capital.

Baishuitang calmly followed the servant, while looking at the scenery inside the humble house... No matter how many times you look at it, it is so unique that it is so troublesome, it really makes people want to hold it in their hands.

It was just some thoughts of Baishuitang, which quickly faded away like a tide - because in front of the corridor, a young man was walking slowly.

Baishuitang always felt that the other party's eyes were on him, which made him feel unnatural.

"Master Qiu, good evening!" The servant immediately greeted the young man respectfully when he saw the young man approaching.

I saw the young man smiled, as if he had summoned him, and then he nodded slightly towards Baishuitang, and walked past him directly.

Baishuitang subconsciously let out a sigh of relief when he felt that the young man was several meters away from him completely, and the cramped feeling that he couldn't explain clearly disappeared just now.

Baishuitang looked back subconsciously, but at this time he could no longer see the young man, he had disappeared at the corner of the corridor.

What a terrifying feeling... The depressing feeling made Baishuitang feel like seeing Song Tianyou from more than ten years ago.

But Song Tianyou gave him the feeling that he was decisive, domineering, and unquestionable... But this young guy made him feel extremely humble!

"Who is this young man?" Baishuitang couldn't help looking at the servant and asked now.

Because the relationship between Baishuitang and the Song family is very close, the servant didn't think too much at the moment, and said directly: "Mr. Bai, he is Young Master Qiu, and now he is Young Master Sun of the Song family, and he was recognized by the youngest. The master is very happy because of the return of Young Master Sun!"

Bai Shuitang was slightly taken aback, and he suddenly remembered that he had actually met this young man once—at that time, he was indeed by Song Haoran's side.

but……

Young Master Sun of the Song family...Sun!

Isn't there another heir to the Song family?
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PS: I originally planned to code at night, but at the end of the year, strange dinners suddenly increased. This time, I was still messed up by a few strange men. I don’t know how I came home with messy clothes... ...In short, this chapter is finished, hidden.

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