Lose 100 million today

"But I see that Miss Song is living a good life and is about to regard this place as her own." The man withdrew his eyes from the corner of his eye and continued to drink soup. He held the white porcelain spoon with his long white fingers, making his whole hand look white. Like porcelain.

"You called me here just to tell me this?"

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

Chu Zheng's appearance was reflected in his dark eyes. He stepped closer to Chu Zheng, and the distance between the two kept shrinking.

Face to face, you can feel each other's breath.

The man moved away slightly, missed Chu Zheng's cheek, and sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose.

"The smell of Miss Song is a bit familiar."

"..."

The man's lazy voice continued: "That night... it was Miss Song, right?" The person who hit him was about the same size as her, but he wasn't sure.

Chuzheng calmed down: "What night?"

Want to trick me!

no way!

The man was silent for a moment, then stood up and distanced himself from Chu Zheng.

"what's your name?"

"Song Chuzheng."

The man raised his eyebrows: "Miss Song is really honest."

"Um."

I'm such an honest person!

You can't find a good person like this.

Both of them actually knew it well.

What Chuzheng said outside the golden sunshine before was for him to investigate.

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

"The Song family replaced Song Yanran with you. Do you resent them?" The man put his fingertips on the table 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 spending more than ten years in the countryside, I was sent here again. Miss Song, do you resent it?"

Chuzheng said in a cold tone: "No."

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

Chuzheng: "No need."

That was the original owner's life, not hers.

Why should she be resentful?

As for whether the original owner was resentful or not, how did she know?

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

"I can leave if I want." Chuzheng raised her eyes, met his gaze, and looked straight at him, neither humble nor arrogant: "You really think you can lock me up."

The girl's voice was clear and clear, and every word was normal, but when put together, it sounded arrogant for no reason.

"Oh?" The man's tone was slightly protracted, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Then why doesn't Miss Song leave?"

There are bodyguards inside and outside the villa.

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

Chuzheng said confidently: "It's a nice place here. You have food, drinks and people to take care of you. Why would you leave?" Except that it's not convenient to do things and you have 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 climbing.

The boss doesn't care about these little details.

"..."

"Sir." Uncle Bai knocked on the door twice.

The two of them seemed to have something to say. Chu Zheng didn't need anyone else to drive her away, she just left by herself.

Ember stared at the girl's back and put his fingers to his lips thoughtfully.

Uncle Bai closed the door and walked in: "Mr."

"Has she really lived in the country for more than ten years?"

Uncle Bai was stunned for a moment, and only after a moment did he react, Yu Yan asked Chu Zheng.

"Yes." Uncle Bai said.

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

"..."

Not like it!

When Miss Song first came here, she was crying and fussy, and her mental state was not very good. However, judging from her temperament, Miss Song at that time did look like someone who had lived in the country for more than ten years.

But since Miss Song committed suicide for the second time.

Her aura changed.

Even a truly wealthy daughter may not have such a temperament as hers.

"Sir, you doubt her..."

Uncle Bai also suspected that he had been swapped before.

But this person has always been under his nose, how could he switch? There was nothing wrong with the previous examination at the hospital. He was indeed the same person.

"interesting."

Yi Yan lowered her eyelashes, held the spoon with her fingertips, and stirred the soup inside: "What's the matter?"

"Sir, you are injured, do you still want to go there?"

"Go, why don't you go." Yi Yan said casually: "If I don't go, they'll think I'm dead."

Uncle Bai was a little worried about Yan Yan's injury, but he couldn't stop his husband's decision, so he only asked tentatively: "What about Miss Song?"

"Find her something good-looking."

"……yes."

-

Chuzheng looked at the dresses and jewelry delivered to her room.

"What?"

Uncle Bai still looked the same: "Miss Song, my husband is going to take you to a banquet tonight. Please prepare."

"He takes me there and I want to go?" Chuzheng leaned against the dressing table: "Why."

"..."

Why?

Uncle Bai was a little confused by this question.

As a gentleman, if I really want to bring someone to attend, do I need a certificate?

It would be considered reserved if I didn't post it upside down.

Now Miss Song is asking why...

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

It’s so hard to be a housekeeper!

"Ms. Song, get ready." Uncle Bai nodded with a smile, and then quickly exited the room.

Chuzheng was not interested in attending any banquet.

Naturally, I won’t prepare anything.

So when it was time to set off, Chuzheng was still sitting on the sofa, reading a book with her legs crossed.

"Miss Song, are you ready?"

"I didn't say I wanted to go." Chu Zheng turned over a page of the book.

"..."

If Chu Zheng makes trouble with him, Uncle Bai probably has some ideas.

But Chu Zheng just sat there quietly, in such a state that no one could do anything to her, and Uncle Bai didn't know what to do.

Uncle Bai couldn't do anything to Chu Zheng, so he left and went upstairs to report to Yu Yan.

Yu Yan didn't let Uncle Bai come again, but came over in person.

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

It looks casual, but not particularly casual.

There is a somewhat lingering and undisciplined temperament.

Yi Yan walked to the opposite side of the sofa and sat down: "Miss Song, don't you want to go out with me?"

"In no mood."

"Miss Song, do you still remember why you are here?" Yi Jin leaned back on the sofa and lazily raised his eyes to look at her.

"Remember."

"Since you remember, Miss Song, do you think you have the right to refuse me?"

Chuzheng closed the book and looked up.

Uncle Bai stood nearby, watching the two people look at each other silently.

Ember always looks lazy and looks like there is no danger, but this is not the case.

But Chu Zheng had a coldness all over her body, and she was immediately turned away.

The two people were sitting face to face at this moment, and Uncle Bai was a little frightened for no reason.

It was like seeing two big guys competing against each other.

Chuzheng threw the book on the table and put her hand on the armrest next to her: "You want to invite me?"

Ember was stunned for a moment.

After a while, the man stood up, straightened his clothes in a formal manner, and stretched out his hand towards Chuzheng: "Do you have that honor?"

Chuzheng looked at the hand in front of her, her eyes moving from his wrist to his fingertips.

Hands that are too beautiful to be described in words.