Second Master, your daughter-in-law has run away

Song Chuchen was lying in the room, unexpectedly fell asleep again.

This sleep lasted until noon, and I was a little hungry when I woke up.

He got up from the bed, feeling that his nose was not so uncomfortable, he found a disposable mask to put on, and was going to go downstairs to find something to eat.

As soon as I reached the stairs, I heard a burst of laughter from downstairs.

He paused and walked down slowly.

Besides the housekeeper and Huo Shen, there were two other people in the living room, a woman and a man.

Song Chuchen glanced over there and found that the man was also looking at him.

The man's face and lips were pale, his face was thin, and his eyes were slender and attractive. If you look closely, he has a handsome face, but he looks a little weak.

What surprised Song Chuchen even more was that he was also sitting in a wheelchair, and there was nothing under his left trouser leg.

Song Chuchen quickly looked away, not intending to say hello, and turned to the kitchen.

Hearing the movement, Huo Shen turned his head to look at him, and said, "Come here."

Song Chuchen frowned and walked over reluctantly.

Huo Shen grabbed his hand, squeezed it in his palm, and said, "Didn't you see me coming back?"

Song Chuchen snorted coldly from under the mask.

Huo Shen looked at the mask on his face, and suddenly glanced at the white hair on the coffee table, and couldn't help frowning.

Song Chuchen took his hand out of his palm and said, "If it's okay, I'll go eat something."

"Don't go, let me introduce you first."

Huo Shen pointed to the man next to him, and said, "This is Hua Qi, and the lady next to him is his caretaker. Hua Qi is Uncle Li's godson, and he will live here from now on."

"Always?"

"En." Huo Shen said, "Hua Qi studied art. Didn't you like painting very much before? You can communicate more in the future."

Song Chuchen was stunned for a moment, and said very shamelessly, "I don't like it now."

His left hand subconsciously held his right wrist, and there is still a scar there, because he did not die that year.

He also didn't like painting since then, because his right hand hurt a certain tendon at that time, and he started shaking when he took a paintbrush.

Song Chuchen wondered if Huo Shen had forgotten about cutting his wrist.

Huo Shen didn't expect Song Chuchen, who was always well-behaved and obedient, to suddenly become so uncooperative today, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Hua Qi smiled indifferently, "Young Master Song is right, no one will always like the same thing, the same goes for hobbies."

After listening, Song Chuchen said dryly, "Oh."

Huo Shen couldn't help but lower his face, but he didn't say how Song Chuchen was doing in front of others.

He just said, "Aren't you hungry? Go find something to eat."

Song Chuchen didn't stop there, turned around and walked away.

Huo Shen's voice came from behind him, "Hua Qi, don't mind, Chenchen was a little bit annoyed when she just woke up."

Song Chuchen couldn't help but sneered inwardly.

After so many years, it was the first time for him to see Huo Shen explaining to a person so patiently.

As soon as Song Chuchen walked into the kitchen, he had already missed the lunch hour, and the servant was preparing dinner.

He rummaged through the refrigerator, took a tomato and an egg, and prepared to cook tomato and egg noodles for himself.

After cooking, Song Chuchen went upstairs with the dinner plate.

The people in the living room didn't seem to see him, they were still talking and laughing.

Whenever Song Chuchen was in a bad mood, his appetite was surprisingly good.

— A bowl of noodles was not enough for him to eat.

After eating, Song Chuchen couldn't hold back anymore, walked out of the room for a walk, and found that Huo Shen and the others were still downstairs.

In the past at this time, Song Chuchen would pester Huo Shen in the study, asking him to read to him, or the two of them would nestle in the tatami and watch a movie.

But Huo Shen didn't accompany him today.

Song Chuchen was really bored, so he opened the door of the floor-to-ceiling windows and went downstairs from the back stairs to the backyard.

He found that he seemed to particularly enjoy coming to the backyard.

The rose tree under the corner was bald by him before, but it has grown again recently.

After being met by Huo Shen once, he said, "Chenchen, next time, remember not to harm one of them, but also harm the others."

Song Chuchen's eyes suddenly saw the newly growing white roses in the small garden next to them, which looked very much like white roses. He couldn't help walking over and pulled them all bald.

After picking up, he was happy, but after a while, he became depressed, because the gardener uncle came to him and asked him, "Mr. Song, why did you pick up all the flowers? This is what the second master told me to plant." .”

"A special kind?"

Song Chuchen muttered, thinking that it was not specially planted for that Huaqi in the house.

Because that kind of white rose is not easy to survive, so I chose a rose that can bloom in all seasons?

Only then did Song Chuchen realize that his heart was constantly sour, as if he had eaten ten catties of lemons.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind, "What's wrong?"

Hearing the sound, the two turned their heads together, but Song Chuchen didn't expect it to be Huo Shen.

Seeing Huo Shen, the garden worker uncle immediately stepped forward, and said respectfully, "Second Master, Master Song, he... picked all the flowers."

Huo Shen looked at Song Chuchen and frowned, and then said to the gardener, "Well, I see, let's ask someone to tidy up the flowers again."

Seeing that Huo Shen was not angry, the garden worker nodded immediately, turned around and called someone to deal with it.

Seeing that the garden worker was walking away, Huo Shen said, "Come here."

His voice was a little low, his face was expressionless, and he was angry at first glance.

Song Chuchen was a little afraid of Huo Shen like this. Not only did he not go over, but he couldn't help taking a few steps back, and said stiffly, "I'll go if you let me go. Why should I listen to you?"

Huo Shen nodded and said, "Okay, then you can stand here by yourself."

After turning the wheelchair and was about to leave, Song Chuchen cursed hysterically from behind, "Second Huo, bastard, you bully me!"

Huo Shen laughed angrily at him, turned his wheelchair and said to him, "Then you can't get over?"

Song Chuchen slowly moved towards him in a useless manner, but Huo Shen grabbed his hand as soon as he walked over.

Huo Shen opened his palm and saw the cut scratched by flower thorns, he frowned tightly, and said angrily, "Doesn't it hurt?"

Song Chuchen couldn't help but to withdraw his hand, "Don't worry about it."

"I really don't need to care about it?" Huo Shen asked, "Maybe why are you scolding me in your heart? Isn't it?"

Being guessed right, Song Chuchen didn't panic, he stood there firmly and let Huo Shen hold his hand.

After a while, Song Chuchen suddenly asked, "Aren't you scolding me?"

Huo Shen raised his eyebrows, "What are you scolding?"

"Call me for destroying... your little love's flowers and plants."

Song Chuchen said this sentence a little vaguely, but Huo Shen didn't hear it clearly, and just wanted to ask him what he said.

He heard Steward Li's voice behind him, "Second Master, Hua Qi said he has something to do with you, and asked you to go to his room."