Uncle Zhong served Jiulin breakfast and asked in a low voice, "Where are the third master and the lady going this morning?"

Cutting the sandwich carefully, Jiulin replied nonchalantly: "Today is June 18th." ”

"June 18th" Uncle Zhong lowered his eyes and chewed on the date repeatedly, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and patted his hand in annoyance, "Today is Madame's birthday!" and then muttered to himself: "Then I want to prepare for a dinner? This is Madame's first birthday after marrying the third master, so I need to handle it well." Uncle Zhong hurriedly took out a calendar from a chest of drawers, and then took notes on it.

Uncle Zhong, who had taken notes, hurriedly called Mrs. Huo again.

Mrs. Huo, who received the call, was enjoying her snacks, and when she heard Uncle Zhong say that today was Song Ci's birthday on June 18th, Mrs. Huo paused with her hand holding the small silver fork, and said lightly that she knew and hung up the phone.

Sister-in-law Xu, who brought the old lady a pot of Ceylon black tea, said worriedly: "Do you think this birthday banquet will be held?"

Old Madam Huo fell into deep thought, sighed for a long time and said, "Let's just have a meal, don't make a big fuss, leave the time to the junior." "Some things are just that complicated.

Uncle Zhong stared at the phone and hung up the phone, wondering the old lady's attitude, Jiulin of the restaurant elegantly picked up the silk cloth and wiped his lips, and reminded the elderly Uncle Zhong and said, "When the lady was born, her mother died. ”

A basin of cold water was poured down, and Zhong Bo was sad and didn't like to speak.

Cemetery.

Song Ci walked to the woman's tombstone with a bunch of daisies, her head lowered and the brim of her hat made it impossible to see her face clearly, followed by a tall man in a suit and leather shoes, and the black mask with the same lowered brim covered all her face.

What made Song Ci slightly stunned was that there was already a bouquet of flowers in front of the woman's tombstone. Song Ci hooked the corners of his lips mockingly, put the little daisy next to the bouquet of flowers, and asked in a low voice, "Are you very happy now?"

All she answered was a fresh breeze blowing from the cemetery.

She stared at the gentle, graceful woman in the photo for a long time, and her thoughts drifted far away.

When Mr. Song was alive, he told her more than once how good Song Jingyu was, and she brought the Song Group back to life and stood proudly as one of the four major groups in Kyoto, and was the proudest successor of the Song Family. And she, Song Ci, the meaning of her existence is to continue the Song family.

She escaped and escaped, only to find that this was fate.

This Song family has been on her shoulders since she was born, this is an obligation and her mission and duty as the only successor of the Song family.

On the other side, the man placed the other two bouquets of flowers in front of the tombstones of Old Man Song and his wife Liu Mo, walked back to the girl, and said to the woman on the tombstone: "Mom, when we meet for the first time, I am Song Ci's husband Huo Heng, the third son of the Huo family. I will take care of Song Ci for you and won't let her suffer a little grievance, don't worry. ”

The wind blowing in the cemetery seemed to be much softer, with a sense of warmth.

Huo Heng also noticed another bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, and said to Song Ci: "He is also worried." He was referring to Ji Changfeng.

"I know. Song Ci's gaze fell on the bouquet of flowers, "He knew from beginning to end that the woman who was *** with him was Song Jingyu." "Isn't Xu Jinyu's name a homonym for Song Jingyu? Are men so good at deceiving themselves?

The two stood silently in front of the tombstone.

He can't persuade Song Ci to be generous and tolerant, and he can't persuade Song Ci to forgive and understand. He had a hundred excuses to defend Ji Changfeng, but he was unwilling. Ji Changfeng would have found the existence of Song Ci if he checked Song Jingyu's deeds in advance, so Song Ci would not have become what it is today. She will be cherished, spoiled, and will live freely.

It's a pity that Ji Changfeng didn't, he was complacent in his nostalgia, which led to the strangeness of his biological daughter.

I don't know how long it took, Song Ci's eyes moved away from the woman's photo, fell on the photo of the old man Song next to him, and whispered, "I'm leaving." ”

Song Ci who came out of the cemetery was obviously much colder, exuding a low aura all over his body, Huo Sanye took the girl's hand, turned his head sideways and asked, "Go to the company to accompany me today?"

"Well," Song Ci hummed lightly, tilted his head slightly, and said, "I'm your personal help, and I'm going to go to the company." ”

This big guy surnamed Song is afraid that he has forgotten that there is a big group under his name, and poor Luo Qi doesn't dare to ask his boss when he will return to Beijing, he hasn't slept well for several days.

Walking to the front of the car, a voice came from behind him, "Miss Song, please stay." Walking was a man wearing glasses and a light gray suit, he looked at the two people who stopped, nodded to Huo Sanye quietly, and then said to Song Cizhengse: "Mr. Ji wants to see you." ”

Looking in the direction of the man's side head, a low-key red flag car stopped across the road, and Song Ci hooked his lips slightly, "I'm not available." ”

The man in the gray suit stopped Song Ci again, and his tone was sincere, "Miss Song, Mr. Ji misses you very much. ”

"If you heard me right, my wife said she wasn't available. Huo Heng hugged his little girl, looked at Ji Changfeng's secretary in front of him coldly, and protected her with an absolutely domineering attitude.

"Mr. Huo, I think there is some misunderstanding between us. The secretary took a step back and subconsciously glanced at the red flag car.

Huo Heng followed the secretary's line of sight and stared at the red flag car for a while, and smiled slightly, "My wife's attitude is my attitude, she doesn't want to see Mr. Ji now, get out of the way." The last sentence has the unquestionable indifference of the superiors.

The secretary was distracted, and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

"Mr. Huo," the middle-aged man in the Hongqi car finally got out of the car.

At the age of about forty, he is well-maintained, and his handsome and elegant temperament makes the sternness between his eyebrows seem gentle and clear.

There is a certain degree of similarity in the aura between this person and people, just like Ji Changfeng and Song Ci standing together, a clear-eyed person can feel the extreme similarity between the two at a glance. It has nothing to do with appearance, it's just that aura.

"Mr. Ji. Huo Heng hugged the girl who was a little impatient with her head lowered.

"It stands to reason that you should call me uncle. Although Ji Changfeng was talking to Huo Heng, his eyes kept on Song Ci and smiled, "Xiao Ci, are you angry with me?"

The girl raised her head and looked at the elegant gentleman-like man in front of her with a smile, "Mr. Ji, we don't know each other." ”

Blood ties aside, they are indeed unacquainted.

"Little word, I want to talk to you alone. Ji Changfeng's expression was calm, and a pair of eyes locked on Song Ci tightly, "I was looking for you a few years ago, but ......"

The words disappeared in the girl's slightly raised hand, Song Ci's cold eyes were not as gentle as Song Jingyu's, just staring so quietly, Ji Changfeng vaguely felt the coldness and loneliness from Song Ci's heart.

"Mr. Ji, my surname is Song, your surname is Ji. Song Ci smiled slightly, "We have to leave beforehand." ”

Ji Changfeng, who took half a step to give way, watched the black Maybach disappear at the end of the road, and did not move for a long time.

Ji Changfeng, who had been delayed for so many years and didn't care, was a little distressed at this moment.

He thought that Song Ci would live well in the Song family, after all, she was the only child left by Song Jingyu. In the Song family, which pays attention to blood, he deserves the greatest favor, so he didn't want to recognize Song Ci until the death of Old Man Song.

However, the temperament of this girl does not seem to be pampered and raised at all, but there is a sense of loneliness everywhere.

He wondered if he had done something wrong. He remembered that the little girl who had been thinking about it for so many years had not been held in the palm of his hand as a treasure by others, and the emotion of regret spread all over his body in an instant.

He rarely regrets it, and every decision he makes is carefully considered and weighed the pros and cons, so he never regrets it. Even if he could convince himself that it was the best choice for each other to leave Song Ci at the Song family and not to disturb him, the reality was not like this.

"Mr. Ji, it's time for us to go. The secretary stood behind Ji Changfeng, he couldn't understand why Miss Song Ci didn't want to pay attention to Mr. Ji, it stands to reason that having such a father of the mayor of Kyoto is a great honor, and most people rushed to recognize it. For example, the previous Miss Xu family, after a few years of being Miss Ji, she completely forgot her surname Xu.

"What do you want? Huo Sanye drove the car and asked the girl in the co-pilot without squinting.

Song Ci turned his head sideways and looked back out the window, "I'm not a birthday." Since she was a child, every time on her birthday, Old Man Song would have a sad face, secretly crying behind her back and touching Song Jingyu's photo.

Her birthday was Song Jingyu's death day, and she exchanged her life for her life.

Is this worth celebrating? Not worth it.

"You open the glove box in front and help me get something. ”

Song Ci Yingyan opened the storage box at his knees, and the small gift box stayed quietly in the storage box through the light, Song Ci smiled lightly, "Give it to me?"

"Well, birthday presents. Huo Heng glanced at the smiling little girl and said earnestly, "I am very grateful to my mother for giving birth to you, this is something to celebrate, she wants you to be happy more than anyone else in the world." Song Ci, she loves you very much, and so do I. ”

"She doesn't necessarily love me. Song Ci added a sentence shallowly in his heart.

The girl's flexible fingers untied the bow on the gift box, opened the flat small gift box, and there was a purple-red book lying inside, Song Ci couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, and turned the first page, the head of the household column wrote the word "Song Ci", and then turned the page, and the husband column was filled in with "Huo Heng".

This is Huo Heng's independent household register.

"You are the head of our family, Brother Song. Huo Sanye smiled and said that he had entered the city of Kyoto, with dense vehicles, and a few black Volkswagen cars were followed by black Maybachs.

"Are you rich?" Song Ci raised his eyebrows and raised the household registration book in his hand.

"If you don't dislike it. Huo Sanye slowed down the car, and the Media Asia Building and the Freedom Building appeared in sight, "I can eat soft rice." ”

After thinking about the cooperation between the two for a while, Song Ci instructed Soft Rice Huo Dao: "Send me to the company, otherwise I won't be able to support you." ”