On 29 April, there was heavy fog.

The scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window was dull, and the housekeeper had to put out a few delicate flowers to make the new wife of the Rong family smile.

It is rumored that Mrs. Rong is quiet, has a cold temperament, and is extremely light.

When Song Wu went downstairs, he raised his eyes and saw a few flowers that seemed to be alive, but were actually half-dead, and then slowly looked away and walked straight to the dining table.

A simple meal alone, a simple departure from the table, no more than ten minutes, come and go silently.

The butler sighed.

Miss Song has been married into the Rong family for half a month, and she has never seen Rong Ash, and what is even more powerful is that Miss Song herself has never asked about Rong Ash's whereabouts once.

It is rare for couples to respect each other like this "ice".

Song Wu's door had just been closed, and the housekeeper turned around, and the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and the woman stood on the second floor looking down, her voice faintly urgent,

"Today is April 29th?"

The butler was slightly surprised, and then replied with a bow.

The light under Song Wu's eyes dimmed for a moment, the woman's body was thin but not thin, she quickly put on a windbreaker and hurried down the stairs.

"I'm going to go out. ”

The housekeeper stopped Song Wu's way in a timely manner, and his voice was apologetic, "Mrs. Rong, Mr. Rong has instructed that it is foggy today, so you had better rest at home." ”

The off-string sound can't be more obvious, in 2020, there are still people playing grounding.

Song Wu smiled, the greater the curvature of his mouth, the worse the chill in his eyes.

The high heels turned in an arc and stood still in the direction of the butler.

"Do you really think you can stop me?"

The housekeeper trembled slightly, raised his eyes, and it seemed that what he saw was no longer the thin and weak Mrs. Rong, who had always been knowledgeable and reasonable, never spoke loudly, and rarely disobeyed Mr. Rong's instructions.

And today......

When the housekeeper came back to his senses, he found that Song Wu had already left his sight.

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In the car, Song Wu drove silently, the mountain road was rugged, and she was very focused.

She has never liked to be half-hearted, for example, now, her mobile phone rings and rings, and she doesn't hear it.

When she arrived at the destination, she lazily glanced at her phone, the familiar two words jumped a few times, and turned gray, she pursed her lips, picked up her phone and got out of the car.

At the foot of the hill there are small vendors selling flowers, more precisely shops selling wreaths.

Song Wu swept around, but she didn't see the kind of flower she wanted to buy, she knew that the person loved red roses the most in his life.

She had the problem of preferring to be lacking rather than indiscriminate, so she simply raised her feet and walked to the hillside, today's wind was very wild, and her windbreaker hunted soundly, and the black broken hair next to her sideburns was pinned behind her ears.

The mountain is relatively low, and after walking for a while, although he is not tired, Song Wu, who has always been thin, is still sweating.

I just wanted to rest, but when I raised my eyes, I saw a familiar person who couldn't be more familiar.

Rong Yan was still like that, there was no emotion on her face, but her eyes just glanced at Song Wu, she was inexplicably a little flustered, and unconsciously put her hands behind her back.

It's like doing something bad when I was a child, and being gently swept away by the teacher.

Or the man who opened his mouth first,

"What are you doing here? ”

It was obviously a question sentence, but it was said as a declarative sentence by Rong Yan's quiet voice as always, Song Wu cleared his throat and responded,

"Look at the year. ”

It was a long, long time before Rong Ember said a few words, and his voice seemed to pop out of his chest little by little after enduring a long time.

"Are you, worthy?"

Yan Sui's graveyard was five meters behind Rong Yan, and Song Wu could see it by raising her eyebrows, but today the fog was so thick that she could barely see a stone stele.

Hearing this, Song Wu just hooked his lips, and did not have excessive emotions, and his clear eyes looked at Rong Yan, including innocence.

"Rong Yan, I'm also half a teacher, is it too much for you to do this?"

Excessively?

Rong Ash's forbearant face finally oozed a little bloodthirsty light, and he walked slowly, rolling stones on the ground with each step.

Song Wu still raised his eyes, looking at Rong Ember with a pair of crystal clear eyes, how to look at it is unbearable.

It is these eyes, as well as this eloquent mouth, that help Rong Ember make a comeback and help the Rong family rise step by step.

Most of the people in the shopping mall are muddy, and they can't wash their dirty eyes no matter how they wash them, but Song Wu's eyes, the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, and the eyes are always firm and powerful, always faintly light.

People never want to destroy.

In the past, Rong Shen would praise the ophthalmologist's medical skills, after all, Song Wu was still highly myopic in the early years, with heavy glasses of six or seven hundred degrees, and it was quite difficult to walk.

The eyes are even more dull, not to mention any aura.

And now Rong Yan, looking at these sparkling eyes, only feels disgusting.

The man's palm pinched Song Wu's jaw, the skin on the woman's face was thin, and her fair face was suddenly pinched red by him, but Song Wu's eyes still looked indifferent, and even smiled.

"Song Wu, aren't you pretending to be disgusting?"

Song Wu frowned, as if he was really confused, and tilted his head, "What?"

The man's face slowly leaned over, and the thin breath was close at hand, and when it fell on the eyes of others, the ears and temples between the couple grinded, but in Song Wu's eyes, it was just the opposite.

Rong Yan's tone was forbearing, the strength in his hand did not decrease but increased, and Song Wu, who was pinching, frowned rarely.

He really didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and he used his strength as if he wanted to crush her.

"With the eyes of Yan Sui, can you see clearly?"

The woman's waist stiffened little by little, and her long-deformed face still had to smile, tearing her facial features painfully and her expression hideous.

"That's what you think of me?"

The strength in Rong Yan's hand weakened slightly, and Song Wu's smile became more and more vigorous.

"Rong Ash, I don't know and think you're a white-eyed wolf......"

The woman's voice is gentle and soft, and she is not in a hurry or slow, she is obviously in a weak position, but her voice is very leisurely.

"For so many years, I thought we knew each other well enough, and you wouldn't be at ease with those words that sow discord, but I didn't expect others to deceive you in a few words. ”

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Rong Ash, do you believe me or others?"

Song Wu's tone was really complaining, Rong Yan's eyes loosened, the strength in his hand weakened first, and Song Wu took the opportunity to break free from the shackles.

The red marks were obvious, Song Wu's skin was cold and white, and even the cyan blood vessels on his face could be seen clearly, and the two red marks made Rong Yan look away.

Song Wu didn't bother to care after rubbing it a few times, dealing with the wound was a trivial matter, and Rong Ember was a major matter.

She was silent for a moment, then asked, "Who told you that my eyes are old?"

Rong Shen stood tall and jade, his eyes were compassionate, and his tone was cold, "Song Wu, don't act." ”

Stop acting.

Three words, Song Wu trembled, but immediately returned to the original.

She has changed a lot, and she is no longer the English tutor who is stupid and not smart enough, time can make the beauty twilight, let the hero strangle, and can make the originally ordinary and inconspicuous person become a proud superior.

And she Song Wu, unfortunately, is such a person.

A person who plays a bad card surprisingly well.