There are three things that Rong Ember hates in this life: talking a lot, being stupid, and being so stupid that he doesn't know it.

Coincidentally, Song Qing saw that one carrier accounted for three things, Rong Ember walked neatly, she stayed in place and was stunned for a long time, and she didn't know what expression to make to respond to Rong Ember's shaky humiliation.

As everyone knows, this kind of stinging humiliation, Rong Shen never gets tired of trying it on Song Wu.

And Song Wu carried all the hard stuffy heads.

Song Qing smacked her lips when she saw it, and her good mood was tortured for a while, she rubbed her new mobile phone and dialed the number on her back.

After three beeps, it was connected.

Yan Zhe's laughter came through the earpiece, and it seemed to be in the bar, and the sound of someone next to him asking him for a drink was endless.

Song Qing felt a chill for no reason, she said coldly with a straight face, "Why lie to me that you are my sister's friend?"

"Got it so soon?"

It took three or four days for her to react, this speed was really "fast", Song Qing didn't bother to pay attention to his mockery, and continued, "What do you want to do?"

There was a commotion on the other end for a while, and Yan Zhe patiently explained, "Has the matter been done?"

Song Qing looked at the nail art he had just done in his hand and shook his head, "No, you tell me your purpose first!"

Knock –

There was a sound of the door closing from the earpiece, and Yan Zhe seemed to have changed the environment and was a lot quieter.

The sound of the man's lighter lighting a cigarette came clearly, he seemed to be holding a cigarette, his voice was a lot more vague, and his words were still ruthless.

"Song Qingjian, do you owe it?"

Song Qing couldn't say half a word when she saw that she was choked with a word, she pinched her mobile phone and said angrily, "Get out!"

"Then don't talk so much nonsense, it's all good to say, it's not done, I'm not sure you'll be alive next time to slip past my eyes. ”

Smack-

The phone was hung up by Yan Zhe on the other end, and Song Qing couldn't say a word angrily, but it was undeniable that Yan Zhe was reasonable.

If she doesn't do what Yan Zhe said obediently, maybe one day she will meet him again on a sexy occasion, and it will be difficult to say at that time.

Song Qing saw that she was holding the thing that Yan Zhe gave her in her hand, slammed it viciously on the table, and scolded another swear word before making another phone call.

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The creek garden is dewy in the depths of the night, but the whole creek garden is full of lights.

Song Wu is afraid of the dark, and there are few places in Xiting where the light does not shine, but there is one place that is Song Wu's second forbidden area besides Blue Water Bay.

The master bedroom on the second floor used to be the bedroom that belonged to Yan Sui.

Locked all year round, no third person can open the bedroom door except for the butler and Rong Ember who each have a key.

She had lived in Xiting for a long time, but she had always only been able to sleep in the guest room, and the master bedroom was forever reserved for the former owner of the place, a person she had never defeated and who had long since ceased to exist.

Today, as in the past, when Song Qingjian was about to bypass the master bedroom, he saw that the bedroom door was slightly open, revealing a gap that was neither wide nor narrow, just barely a person's slit.

She frowned and said coldly: "Steward Zhang?"

No one answered, and the woman looked down the hall, but there was still no one.

She reached out to close the door, but caught a glimpse of the books tumbling in the bedroom.

Yan Sui is a person who loves to read books, even if he leaves, Rong Yan personally organizes all of Yan Sui's books on the shelves.

It stands to reason that there will be no books that will fall.

Pushing open the door, I was about to turn on the bedroom light, when Rong Yan's words sounded in my head, "I like black." ”

Song Wu was silent, stopped pressing the button, and turned on the flashlight that came with the phone, illuminating the book in front of him.

It's the Translation.

It was she who gave it to Yan Sui in person.

The past time is vivid, Song Wu squatted down and picked up the translation, a thick layer of ash fell on it, she patted it, and opened the first side.

It is the five words written by Yan Sui himself, and Song Wu gave Yan Sui.

The girl in the memory is very fair, her eyes are bright, and she has the youth of twenty years old, looking at this word, Song Wu couldn't help but feel soft.

Before he could get up, a question sounded behind him-

"What are you doing?"