In the early morning, when countless sunlight diffuses through the curtains, the humidifier is still silently emitting the fragrance of lilacs and steaming mist, the kitchen dingdong, the timed coffee machine has slowly spread the aroma of coffee to the entire kitchen, and the sweeping robot is turned on time, and it rotates low-key to clean the entire living room.

Ding Meng's mobile phone buzzed on the bedside table, her white arm stretched out from the soft futon, the screen kept flashing the word secretary, she tried to open her eyes, find the hang up button, and then continued to sleep peacefully.

The man beside him was not woken up by this series of actions at all, and his handsome face was a little more comfortable with a deep sleep.

But in three seconds, the phone continued to vibrate, this time in Ding Meng's hand, the whole futon buzzed, she frowned slightly, sat up, and answered the phone.

Secretary Luo's anxious voice came from the phone, "Miss, you answered the phone, you are not answering the phone, you really want to go home to inherit the inheritance." ”

When Ding Meng heard this, he was so frightened that he woke up, and asked in a low voice, "The old man has passed?"

"I heard that the doctor asked me to write a will. ”

Ding Meng frowned, "Have you told them the information about the eldest and third? ”

Secretary Luo had a bitter face, "Those two eldest ladies flew to the North Pole a long time ago, and now you are the only one alive on the earth." ”

Ding Meng secretly screamed badly, hurriedly got up, stepped on the ground with slender legs, didn't care about the sleeping man behind him, picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, ran out while wearing them, and carried the mobile phone on his shoulder, "Hurry up and prepare a plane for me, go..." If I go to Iraq, the war is raging, and they won't be able to find me. ”

Secretary Luo quickly contacted the private jet, "No, you are using the Ding family's private jet, and I will definitely be able to find you." ”

"What should I do then?" Ding Meng put on his underwear and "take the train?"

The secretary shook his head, "No, I have your information as well." ”

"No, eldest sister, you don't want me to go in a black car, do you? She looked bitter, "I haven't left the province yet, I don't know who will be the daughter-in-law in the ravine." ”

Secretary Luo smiled, "I guess no hard-working trafficker dares to sell you, it's good not to be re-sold." ”

"Don't be sarcastic, I'm finally going back to China, and I still encounter this kind of thing, you can help me find a way." ”

As he was talking, the man behind him walked out wrapped in a bath towel, "I'll help you." ”

Ding Meng subconsciously replied, "Okay." When he turned around, he was so frightened that his phone almost fell to the ground, and he said with an embarrassed face, "Senior, I really have to go." ”

Song Qingyuan squinted his eyes, "Contact me three times a year, you can find me once three times, and the time you stay at a time is no more than 24 hours, Ding Xiaoning, are you a spy?"

She smiled wryly, the speed of her hands quickened, and her clothes quickly put on her body, explaining, "I'm not here to survive." ”

"Who isn't so busy for survival?"

She ran out with her bag, Song Qingyuan's eyes were quick, and he grabbed her arm, her center of gravity was unbalanced, and she hit the wall in front of her hard, and her eyes were golden.

"Ding Xiaoning, if you don't explain it today, don't want to leave here. ”

Song Qingyuan is a well-known designer in Qingdao, only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and Ding Meng met in college, but at that time Ding Meng was already a candidate for the head of the Ding family.

The famous slogan of Qingda in those years was that if you want to take the exam, you will be admitted to the design institute, and if you want to marry, you will marry Song Qingyuan.

The so-called what you can't eat is the best food, Ding Meng is in line with the principle of coming, naturally he can't come in vain, although the identity is fake, the name is fake, this person is always true, why not fall in love.

Ding Meng must be regretting that his intestines are green now, the man in front of him tracked her once in three or five months, much more diligent than the Ding family looking for her, in order not to leak himself, he could only come out for three or five months to accompany him for one night, and sneaked away the next day, who knew that he was poured too much wine yesterday, and he couldn't get up this morning.

It's only been a few hours, and the Ding family has already chased here, she covered her chest that was hurt by the wall, and looked back at Song Qingyuan behind her, that handsome face, she really hasn't met one in a few years, if it weren't for her special identity, she was really reluctant to let him go.

"That..." Ding Meng began to think of excuses, "I'm just hungry and went out to buy food." ”

Song Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, "Really?" he pointed to the kitchen, "There is everything at home." ”

Ding Meng walked back with a smile, Song Qingyuan pulled her and didn't let go, Ding Meng greeted her with a smile, "I'm not leaving, can you let me go?"

His handsome face was full of disbelief, and his lips were red and his teeth were white, and he spit out two words: "No!"

If as usual, with a man like Song Qingyuan by her side, how could she be willing to leave so quickly, but now it is different from the past, the old man went to the hospital, maybe it will pass when it will pass, if she is caught back earlier than the other two heirs, then her life will be over.

Ding Meng didn't want to enter the middle-aged life in advance, after all, she was only twenty-five, it was a good year, if she went back to take over the mess, it would be better to let her die, Ding Meng was grabbed by the neck and walked to the kitchen, she was a little helpless, looked down and saw that he was wrapped in a bath towel, there should be no underwear inside, the head instantly thought of a way, his hand had already stretched out, and he pulled it violently, the bath towel fell to the ground, Song Qingyuan hurriedly lowered his head to pick it up, Ding Meng took the opportunity to break free and ran out.

Behind her, Song Qingyuan's low roar made her a little afraid, Song Qingyuan stared at Ding Meng, who had fled, and glared angrily at the open door, "Ding Xiaoning, you are dead!"

Ding Meng finally escaped, touched her face casually, and was still wearing clothes to go to a nightclub, dressed in black that was particularly eye-catching in the sun, or it could be the reason why her figure was too good, she didn't care about the eyes of passers-by, and quickly dialed Secretary Luo's phone, "I'm out, have you chosen the next place?" ”

"It's been arranged for you, the ID card is in the VIP room of the airport, you have someone to pick you up in the past, don't show off the market this time, I can help you hide from the Ding family, it's a little difficult to hide from Song Qingyuan." ”

Ding Meng said impatiently, "I know, long-winded." ”

She hung up the phone, saw a shared car on the side of the road, scanned a code, got in the car and drove to the airport.

Along the way, the deafening rock music in the car, with Ding Meng's writhing figure, and the lively car nightclub scene.

She was speeding and arrived at the airport in less than an hour, walked quickly into the hall, found the VIP room, and took the ticket and new ID card from the staff, with a photo of her in college, short hair, and cute.

Ding Meng got on the plane, sat in the first class, picked up the glasses in his bag, listened to the music, and waited happily for the plane to take off.

Dear Qingdao, goodbye.

Dear Song Qingyuan, goodbye.