It took a year for Song Weiwei to recuperate and fully recover, during which she returned to China for a few months, and then took away the few clothes she had from home, and she took away the things that were longing for her mother.

Her parents felt guilty about her, and they found out that Lu Ci was not quite right in the early years, but they didn't deal with it in time, and now it has caused such a big disaster, if it weren't for those young people, Song Weiwei might have died at the hands of Lu Ci.

Lu Ci has a younger sister in addition to Song Weiwei, who is not very old and is a little younger than Song Weiwei. After Song Weiwei returned from treatment in the United States, he met with his sister, who was studying abroad all the year round, and the two of them had nothing in common, but the other party greeted Song Weiwei first.

"My sister is back. ”

Song pursed his lips slightly and smiled, and helped his suitcase, "I've been at home for a while, and I'll fly back to LA in the afternoon." ”

"Oh, no more days?"

"No, I should go back to some of the work at hand," Song Wei glanced at Michael, who came to pick her up, "We need to go back and sort out a lot of tedious chores." ”

Lu Ci's sister looks very similar to his brother, with phoenix eyes, and she can be sultry with affectionate eyes, but she exudes a coldness.

"How is my brother?"

Michael, who was sitting on the sofa, instantly turned bad when he heard this person's name, and his attitude towards this girl was not as good as just now, because she deliberately said this sentence in English to two people.

Michael took over: "He will be much easier in the United States than in China, the law will not kill him, but it is not easy to come out." ”

The girl is not very old, and her momentum is not inferior to that of an adult, and she is eye to eye with Michael, face to face, and almost sweeps a few holes in Michael's face with her eyes.

But she let it go.

"My sister will please leave it to you," she said, and looked at Song Weiwei again: "My sister is a troublemaker, and she didn't let her brother worry much when she was a child, and she also did when she grew up." ”

In the past twenty-five years, Song Weiwei felt the most depressed moment now, she had to bow her head, because after Lu Ci was punished by the law, a trace of guilt sprouted in her heart, which was guilt for her family and this sister.

What she fears most is that this sister hates her.

Leaving home, Song Weiwei and Michael chatted about their childhood without a word in the VIP waiting room at the airport, Song Weiwei said that Lu Ci used to hurt the most about the girl just now, she was the youngest in the family, but she didn't look like a little sister, like a little adult.

Although her appearance is similar to Lu Ci, her personality is different, she is not as forbearant as Lu Ci, her temper is impulsive, and she can't suffer anywhere, after hearing that Lu Ci had an accident, Song Weiwei's eyes became weird.

"If I'm not mistaken, she didn't like you as a sister in the past. ”

"She didn't treat me as a sister," Song Weiwei was helpless, but she wouldn't see me much in the future, so she didn't continue the topic, "Has James contacted you recently?"

Michael raised his hand and made a duck's beak motion, "He can't wait to go to exercise with me every day and not leave me 24 hours a day." ”

"Let's have a meal when we go back, I think he misses you a lot. ”

Song Wei was surprised that Michael was able to let go, in the past, the two of them fought to the death, but now they are still like brothers in a pair of pants.

"Shouldn't I praise you?" Song smiled slightly.

"What are you complimenting me on?"

"Kudos you to be the smartest little clever of the century. ”

Well, Michael shrugged, and he gladly accepted.

The two went to live in a small town in LA, where there is a property of Michael, which is the only address that the reporter does not know, they always have a little private space when they are artists, right, but Michael always buys a house based on his mood, he thinks this area is good, not because of the surrounding facilities, but to see if you need to start a set of places to rest.

The last time he traveled here, he bought this building and turned it into a residence.

Song was slightly surprised by how good the green environment in the community was, and even sighed that Michael's attitude of having money to make ghosts grind is really good in reality, this building is 5 stories high, and there are dozens of servants in it alone. When the car slowly drove into the front yard, the housekeeper and a few bodyguards were waiting here early.

"When did you invite so many people?" asked Song Weiwei.

"It's been a long time coming. Jonas, ask someone to prepare hot water and send a few clothes to Miss Song, what are the dishes sent to the room from the kitchen today?"

"It's French, sir. ”

"Switch to Chinese food and serve some fruit before the meal. ”

While Michael was still explaining things, Song Weiwei had already gone to the building to observe the real scene, whether it was from the decoration design or the furniture furnishings, all of which revealed how extravagant the owner was.

Every furnishing here is probably worth a fortune, and it seems that this is the place where he usually stays except for his apartment.

"Here, you will be the master of this place from now on. Michael took Song Weiwei to the third floor by elevator, and he kissed Song Weiwei's forehead, "I give this place to you as a gift, look, as long as you want a word, everything can be presented to you." ”

Song widened her eyes slightly, she hadn't seen too many resplendent things, but the decoration design of this floor was obviously adding ancient oriental elements, in which the entire wall was spliced with glazed tiles, and the warm orange light hit it, which shook her eyes.

"Are we going to live here in the future?" Song Weiwei said.

"It's all right, but this is the place where I decorate it the most, and it's also my proudest work. ”

Song Wei touched the tiles embedded in the wall, in the past, she could only say that she had heard that Michael was rich, lived in a high-end apartment, and drove a customized sports car, but now she finally saw Michael's wealth, and he was afraid that the most important thing he lacked was not women, but money.

"Right now, I want to stay with you a little longer. Like a sloth, Michael hung on Song Weiwei's shoulder, and gently poked Song Weiwei a few times with his nose, he wanted a lot, but take his time so as not to scare away this little rabbit.

Song received the signal slightly, blushed, and pulled Michael into the bedroom. The two did not come out until the evening, and on several occasions the servants came to deliver the meal, but Michael blocked them back.

When Song opened her eyes slightly, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and her hungry hands couldn't be lifted, and she sank deeper and deeper into the waterbed, and Michael pestered herself, hugging her comfortably like a teddy bear.

The two of them inked for a while, and they didn't know whose stomach rumbled to break the silence.

"Go get some food when you're hungry, I don't want you to faint in bed from hunger," Michael snickered, pressed the bedside button, and soon the room lit up.