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Shen Zhao stared at her without blinking, and said honestly, "Yes."

The interior of the carriage was dark, and Song Ling's eyes that looked at her suddenly became moist. She raised the corners of her lips and chuckled, and changed into another relaxed tone, sarcastically saying: "There is a cause in this world, and there is an effect, or from another On the one hand, you should be glad you met me."

Shen Zhao knew that she was referring to the matter of her father's bone marrow matching, but even so, hearing such words made her feel ridiculous.

She tried every means to coerce and lure her, but in the end she had to be grateful to Dade for meeting her?

Shen Zhao didn't know that there would be such shameless people in this world.

Shen Zhao didn't want to discuss such an absurd topic with her, so she reached out and pushed her out, and then got out from the back seat of the car.

Ji Mingshu dragged Shen Zhao's suitcase out of the trunk, walked in front of her, and called her softly: "Miss Shen, this is my phone number, and the WeChat ID is synchronized. If you have anything to do, you can contact me anytime. I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning."

As an assistant, Ji Mingshu is perfect and impeccable. When she is not needed, she can turn herself into air. Once the scene changes, she will know what she needs to do next.

It's just that Shen Zhao didn't like anyone who was involved with Song Ling, and he couldn't like him either.

"Thank you." Shen Zhao said calmly, raising his hand to take the business card and suitcase from Ji Mingshu's hand.

Ji Mingshu was very peaceful, she gently raised the corners of her mouth, pursed a smile, nodded slightly to Shen Zhao, then turned around, walked to the driver's seat, and drove the car away.

The remaining two stood at the door, Song Ling turned to open the door, and said softly, "Come in."

This is a villa area, the surrounding environment is excellent, and each household is far away, giving each resident a sense of social distance and security.

Shen Zhao pursed her lips, she looked down at the suitcase in her hand, she made a decision impulsively, at this moment, she suddenly didn't know whether it was right or wrong.

Song Ling opened the door, and inside was a small, square yard. There were no flowers in the yard, but a lot of bushes and green plants were planted, and the sound of birds chirping could be faintly heard in the yard.

Unlike a cottage in the country, this is an idyllic pleasure for the rich.

Song Ling walked into the yard, turned around and saw that the person was still standing at the door, she frowned, and said in a slightly lower voice, "Come in."

Shen Zhao raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, without saying a word, he dragged the box and walked in.

After entering the courtyard, Song Ling walked in front, Shen Zhao followed, Song Ling opened the door, and the two entered the villa.

As soon as he entered the door, Shen Zhao heard a click, and Song Ling pressed the switch on the wall, and the whole villa suddenly lit up.

This is a three-story duplex villa. Standing at the entrance, one can see the rooms on the second and third floors at a glance.

Shen Zhao has never lived in a villa, it looks like a castle in a movie.

She only knew that Song Ling was a rich man, but she didn't know what the life of a rich man was like.

Song Ling put the key on the cabinet and said softly, "There is a guest room on the second floor. I have had someone clean it up and I can live in it tonight. The kitchen is over there. The nanny will be on time at seven o'clock every morning. Buy some ingredients and put them in the refrigerator. If you need anything, you can write it down and post it on the refrigerator. Auntie will see it. If you have something you want, you can also write it down and ask Auntie to buy it, or," she He suddenly paused and looked back at her, "You can also tell me. From now on, you can tell me all your needs."

Shen Zhao listened to everything she said coldly, raised his eyes to meet her, took her words, "Do you want to support her?"

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, but she didn't react for a moment. She caught a glimpse of the displeasure on her face, looked at her and said, "You can think so if you want."

After she finished speaking, she walked over, took the suitcase in her hand, turned around and walked to the cubicle next to her.

Obviously there was a sense of tension, but this time Song Ling didn't argue with her, making the whole situation turn into a silent smoke.

Shen Zhao pursed his lips, started to follow her, walked to the cubicle only to find that there was an elevator next to the entrance.

A three-story villa with a built-in elevator.

The lifestyle of the rich is beyond Shen Zhao's imagination.

Song Ling carried the box, Shen Zhao followed, and the elevator stopped on the second floor.

After getting out of the elevator, it is the bedroom.

There are three bedrooms on the second floor, facing south is the master bedroom, which Song Ling lives in, and the one next to it and the one behind it are the second bedrooms.

Song Ling opened the door next to the master bedroom

, open the door, go in, and turn on the lights.

The room has already been furnished, perhaps Song Ling has calculated every step of her mind, knowing that she will live in, so even the room has been furnished in advance.

She is a prey, every step and every thought is within the expectations of the hunter Song Ling.

The room is large and simple in style.

The wallpaper is a light wood yellow, and all the bed sheets and quilt covers are also warm yellow. The light is reflected, adding a touch of warmth.

Song Ling put the suitcase next to the bed and said, "Because it was packed temporarily, no one usually lives there, you can open the window tomorrow and continue to ventilate. There is a balcony outside, and you can usually read and write. This is a private room." There is no big bathtub in the bathroom. If you want to take a bath, you can come to my room."

Shen Zhao's brows were slightly stunned, she raised her eyes and glanced at the woman in front of her, and said softly, "Thank you, no need, I don't like taking baths."

Song Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, and said lightly: "It's up to you. Go to bed early after taking a shower, and catch up on sleep." After she finished speaking, she didn't stay any longer, turned around and left the room.

The room was quiet again, Shen Zhao stood there, saw the door closed behind her, and she looked up at this strange room.

Strange people, strange breath.Living under the same roof, maybe she shouldn't have allowed Song Ling to live here.

Not having the energy to think about it anymore, Shen Zhao took out the clothes and things in the suitcase, and tidied them up briefly. She took the pajamas into the bathroom, took a long shower, and faded away the fatigue of the past few days. She was so tired that she had no strength even in her hair Blow, lying on the bed and fell asleep after a while.

In the middle of the night, Song Ling worked overtime in the study until late at night, with a rare tiredness on her face.

She habitually walked towards the room, and just as her fingers touched the doorknob, she suddenly remembered that the room next to her was also occupied.

She turned around and walked to the door of Shen Zhao's room, hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and unscrewed the door, the room light was not turned off, it was still on.

As soon as the door showed a crack, Song Ling caught a glimpse of the person lying sideways on the bed. There was no pillow, no quilt, and the hair was still wet, and he fell asleep like this.

Song Ling frowned, she softly opened the door and walked to the bed, wanting to wake up the person on the bed and dry her hair before going back to sleep, but saw her face that was deeply asleep and hesitated, these days, she is very After sleeping so comfortably, Song Ling still didn't have the heart to be called up by her.

Song Ling leaned towards her, stretched out her hand to support her shoulder and turned the whole person over, gently supporting the back of her head with her palm.She was probably really tired, and she didn't even wake up after tossing like this.

With her palm resting on the back of her head, Song Ling stood on the edge of the bed with one foot, and knelt on the bed with the other foot. The edge of the bed was sunken. She lowered her body, wrapped her arms around half of her head, and encircled half of her body. In front of him, he turned around, and then gently placed the person on the head of the bed.

There was a dry towel hanging by the bed, and Song Ling took it out and spread it under her hair, trying to dry some moisture in the shade.

After tidying up, she covered her with the quilt.Song Ling turned around to find the remote control of the air conditioner and turned on the heater.

"Dad..." Suddenly there was a faint whisper from behind, Song Ling was stunned, and turned to look at her.

A small and pale face, half-hidden in the corner of the quilt, lightly covered by thick eyelashes, as black as crow's wing feathers, makes one feel a faint pity in one's heart.

The eyes under the eyelashes were tightly closed, and the corners of the eyes were slightly moist.He was probably dreaming, his brows were furrowed.

In fact, when those eyes were closed, she looked nothing like A Jin at all.

This is a strange person, with a strange appearance and a strange temperament.

The whole body, except for those eyes, is not half similar to A Jin.

Song Ling raised her eyebrows and didn't look at her again, her eyes regained the indifference of the past, she turned around and closed the door to leave.

She tied a double to her side and loved her as A Jin. Such emotions are actually so deformed that people find it ridiculous.