Sweet crazy!The abstinent tycoon spoils the queen as a delicate cub

The stars are colorful and the leaves are dancing.

The night was soft and beautiful, and the voice of the old man was gentle and firm, "Old master, have you thought about the mood when the master was young and just ignorant when he read the miss's letter? Have you thought about the inner thoughts of the master over the years? Have you ever thought about talking to the master? Talk, take a walk? Even for a few seconds, have you thought about it?"

"The answer is no, not for a second. I have been with you for decades. I have seen you worry about the future of the Shen family, have insomnia, and shed tears. But I have never seen you worry about the future of the Shen family, nor have I listened to you. You asked me, or someone else, if the Patriarch is in good health."

"Think about it carefully, when you mention the name of the Patriarch, you always ask about the Shen family," Chen Sumei said, looking down at her toes. Miss, why don't you look for the reason on yourself, the Patriarch has become like that, so it has nothing to do with you?"

These sharp and direct words were like rumbling thunder, splitting deep ravines that could not be filled in old lady Shen's restless heart.

decades.

Since sitting in the position of Patriarch Shen, the voices around him are either compliments, awe or fear, but there is no truth.

Sumei was the first and only person who told her the truth in the past few decades.

It must be because of Ah Yue that she can no longer suppress her inner thoughts.

What Sumei said was right, there was nothing wrong with it.

But she... it's true... there's no way...

Mrs. Shen's heart seemed to be pressed by a huge rock weighing ten thousand catties. The feeling of heaviness and powerlessness could not be expressed in words.

And here.

Chen Sumei slowly opened her mouth again, "Old Patriarch, listen to my advice, if you don't want the Shen family to lose in the future, then don't use the same method against Patriarch again."

"The head of the family is different from the young lady. If you act stubbornly, you will only end up with a lose-lose end."

"It's Mid-Autumn Festival, other families are having a happy reunion, maybe only Shen's family is so deserted every year."

"The head of the family is twelve or sixteen years old this year, who would have thought that he has never even experienced a Mid-Autumn Festival."

She wanted to tell Mrs. Shen that love has no gender distinction, but she swallowed the words again.

No one knows Old Madam Shen's inner thoughts better than her. If these principles were useful, Miss Shen would not have died in the first place.

She only hoped that the old Patriarch would listen to some persuasion.

at the same time.

Shen Duanyue, who had already left Shen's house, was sitting in the company car.

There was silence in the carriage.

She leaned on the back seat, half of her quiet and glamorous face was buried in the shadows, her eyelashes drooped, and those indifferent eyes quietly looked at the bustling and beautiful night scene outside the window.

Late at night, the streets are sparsely populated, and occasionally laughing young people and vendors who have just finished work pass by.

The full moon and autumn, the willow twigs.

There are so many things on my mind.

She was silent, without a trace of fireworks on her body, she was clearly sitting there, but she couldn't feel her presence for some reason.

The driver looked back silently through the rearview mirror.

Frowning, he thought for a long time in his heart, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Shen, you seem to be in a bad mood. Did you quarrel with the old lady?"

"No." The low and soft voice seemed to come from nothingness, and the instant ups and downs made people feel like an auditory hallucination.

The driver clearly caught these two words in his ears, turned his eyes away, and looked at the empty road ahead.

Orange street lamps mixed with silver light sprinkled on the road, the world looks so gentle.

Speaking of which, he has been working as a driver for five or six years. If he still can't see that there is something wrong with the Shen family after all these years, then he is stupid and hopeless.

There is no need to think about it at all.He can say with certainty that Mr. Shen has not held a festival in the past few years.

Especially during the Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival, he either works day and night in the company, or sleeps alone at home.

I thought Mr. Shen would happily spend a Mid-Autumn Festival when he returned home today.Never thought it would be the same as before.

Ugh……

As a driver, he has no right to say anything, but as an elder, he really can't hold back some words in his heart.

Slowing down, he looked back.

A moment of silence.

The driver organized his words before speaking in a low voice:

"Mr. Shen."

"It's another Mid-Autumn Festival, you still go back to the company as usual. The work will never be finished, I think you should take a rest, don't go today?"

Shen Duanyue closed her eyes and said lightly, "No, go to the company."

Seeing that he really didn't want to talk, his mood was repeatedly depressed to the extreme.The driver's stomach was full of words, but in the end he didn't say a word.

That's it.

Every family has its cupboard.

No one can empathize without experiencing the same thing, so don't persuade.

...

The carriage fell into silence again, and there was no sound for a long time.

I do not know how long it has been.

Two crisp "ding dong" sounds suddenly sounded.

Shen Duanyue slowly opened her eyes, picked up her phone, and saw two new messages on WeChat.

Yangyang: [Ah Yue, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, you must remember to eat mooncakes~]

Yangyang: [I made mooncakes with my own hands today, and they taste pretty good. What kind of stuffing do you like?I'll make another copy and have it delivered to you. 】

Yangyang changed to a new profile picture, Yuxue's cute little tits squatting in front of the flowerbed, holding her cheeks with her hands, there are two deep dimples on her face, her smile is sweet and healing.

She recognized that this little milk ball was Mr. Song's younger sister, named Mianmian.

Carved in powder and jade, soft and cute, very pleasing.

But Shen Duanyue saw Yang Yang through this little milk group. The little girl smiled so happily, so she must be very happy too.

Open the chat box with your fingertips, and slowly type a few words on the input panel.

The words that Mrs. Shen said involuntarily flashed through her mind, looking at the green send button on the screen, she did not press it for a long time.

a long time.

She slowly pressed the delete button, exited the chat interface, and turned off the phone.

For the first time, she did not reply to Liang Xi's message.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

She said silently in her heart.

-

This Mid-Autumn Festival, the Song family's old house was extremely lively, and dozens of people gathered together to talk and laugh.

The night of the fifteenth of August.

Mrs. Song and Mr. Song were very happy, so they wanted to give everyone red envelopes. Firstly, they wanted to express their feelings, and secondly, they wanted to make everyone happier.

So I wrapped dozens of red envelopes and distributed them to everyone one by one.

The red envelope is very thick and heavy in the hand.

At that time, Liang Xi was lying on Song Heqing's shoulder and whispering to him, her eyes were fixed on his profile, and she inadvertently turned to the little butterfly standing under the pillar, holding the red envelope in a daze.

She thought that Xiaodie was thinking about how to use the money, so she didn't think much about it and continued to whisper.

When she looked at the pillar again, Little Butterfly was no longer there.

Liang Xi instinctively looked for her figure.

Looking around the room for half a circle, you saw Little Butterfly walking towards Mrs. Song and Mr. Song who were sitting on the teacher's chair.

She walked quickly, and her back looked happy, but a little heavy.

"Ah Qing, look at Little Butterfly, what are you going to do?" Liang Xi poked Song Heqing's arm and asked him curiously.

Song Heqing embraced her slender waist, and did not look at Bian Qiudie, her deep and gentle phoenix eyes always fell on her.

at that time.

After finishing the phone call, Yun Sui, who walked into the room, also set his eyes on Little Butterfly.

There was some noise in the main hall.

Bian Qiudie put her arms in front of her body, held the red envelope in her hand, pursed her lips tightly, and when she strode up to Mrs. Song, she knelt down on the ground with a plop unexpectedly.

Her sudden action made Mrs. Song and Mr. Song stunned for a moment.

The two looked at each other, and Mr. Song was the first to react.

"Girl, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Song put down the teacup in her hand, and hurriedly got up to help her, "Why did you kneel down suddenly, girl, you don't just kneel when you're in our house."

"It's good to have something to say."

The voice in front of the long board table caught the attention of others, and everyone in the main hall looked over at the same time.

Everyone was surprised when they saw the little butterfly kneeling on the ground.

Bian Qiudie turned a blind eye to the eyes that fell on her, avoided Mrs. Song's support, and stepped back.

"Old lady, I have something to say." Before she finished speaking, she suddenly bent down, and bowed solemnly to Mrs. Song and Mr. Song.

Immediately afterwards, under the puzzled eyes of the two, she said seriously, "My grandma said that if someone gives you a red envelope, you have to kowtow."

"It's politeness, it's respect for others. You two gave it to me today, so I naturally want to kowtow to you two."

As she said, thinking of something at this time, Bian Qiudie frowned, and under the dumbfounding expressions of the two old people, she suddenly leaned over and kowtowed again.

This time, without waiting for anyone to ask, she took the lead in explaining, "Such a thick red envelope is still two elders, I'd better give two."

The huge main hall fell into a brief moment of silence, followed by a sudden burst of laughter.

Bian Qiudie looked as usual, not curious, and ignored what everyone was laughing at, stood up calmly, and carefully put the red envelope into his pocket.

Mrs. Song shook her head with a smile, walked to her side and patted the back of her hand. Between the words, she did not hide her love for her, "You are so cute, we feel your heart, But, don’t kowtow to others casually in the future, the kowtow your grandma said refers to the red envelopes given by the elders to the juniors during the Spring Festival, and the juniors will kowtow to express their gratitude and respect.”

"But now it's an outsider giving you a red envelope, and it's not the Spring Festival. You don't need to kowtow to us, just thank you and show respect."

Bian Qiudie said "Oh", "But you are elders, not outsiders."

After a pause, he added, "I still have to knock."

Mrs. Song couldn't help laughing, and was about to explain again, but this girl patted her pocket, turned around and left suddenly.

The footsteps are visibly brisk.

"This girl's heart is very pure, which is rare." Mr. Song got up and walked to Mrs. Song, watching Bian Qiudie's leaving figure, with an undisguised smile in his eagle-like eyes.

·

August sixteenth afternoon.

Everyone left the Song family's old house one after another, and Liang Xi brought the 24 marriage proposals and the luxurious and precious wedding proposal with her when she left.

I rested for two days, and then stuck in the crew every day.

half a month later.

The crew of "Blue Phoenix" has officially wrapped up.

Under the reminder of the succulent, Liang Xi posted a final Weibo, just two words:

【Finish! 】

A group of fans who were eagerly waiting for her to show their affection every day said, "???"

Is this sister playing her cards out of common sense?

Even if other artists do not sell their own beautiful photos, they will post a few advertisements from time to time.

But what about Liang Xi!

Not only did she not post advertisements, she didn't even bother to perfunctory them!

Could this be the legendary rich and willful?Still confident?

Either way, it's annoying!

Let's talk about the night when the crew wrapped up.

Hua Lai organized a wrap-up banquet at the well-known local ecological park in Sioux City.

The whole crew went, Liang Xi didn't need to be special, sitting in the box, everyone was chatting and joking, Liang Xi sat You Wan on the left, and Rong Zeyang on the right.

Even though they have been together in the crew for a few months, the leading actors are still very unfamiliar with each other, just like the current small talk, which is so embarrassing that it makes one's scalp tingle.

You Wan, "I have enjoyed getting along with you these past few months. I hope we will have the opportunity next time and we will continue to cooperate."

At first Liang Xi thought she was not talking to her, but when she realized she was looking at her, she slowly raised her head, "Are you talking to me?"

"Is there anyone else besides you besides you?" You Wan twitched her lips without smiling.

Liang Xi looked at her quietly, although she didn't say anything, You Wan had already seen the words "I'm really embarrassing you" in her eyes.

...

indeed.

The two of them are not suitable for talking properly. She may have been teased out of mental illness by Liang Xi, and she actually thinks that Liang Xi, who is teasing people, is more normal.

"Little peacock."

"Ok?"

"Take time to see a psychiatrist."

"..."

Later, Liang Xi lay on the table playing with her mobile phone, played games for a while, and then Song Heqing chatted on WeChat.

Since the Mid-Autumn Festival, the two of them haven't seen much for more than half a month.

She is on the set, and little Buddha is at the Dragon City Base.

There is a small rich country abroad that seems to be going to war, and the amount of arms/fires purchased is so huge that it alarmed the high-level officials of the Yan country.

Little Buddha was often in meetings because of this matter, Liang Xi was afraid of disturbing him, so he rarely chatted with him during this time.

In the second half of the banquet, Liang Xi drank some wine and laughed so sleepy, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she told Hua Lai to leave early.

After leaving the gate of the ecological park, Little Butterfly went to drive, and Liang Xi folded her arms, leaning against the succulent body, drowsy.

Half drunk and half awake, she felt Suo Rou patting her arm, "Xi Xi, wake up, wake up, Mr. Song is here!"

Hearing these words, Liang Xi's heavy eyelids suddenly lightened half a bit.

Opening his eyes, he saw a slender and elegant figure just a few steps away, wearing a black formal suit, holding a bouquet of vintage roses, walking towards her under the starlight.

The autumn wind enveloped his body with the clear bamboo fragrance, and his hoarse and low voice fell into his ears:

"Honey, happy ending."