At 5:34 p.m., I was wrapped in a white velvet blanket lying on the glass observation deck of Tang Jiamo's villa, watching three hares, a squirrel and a small wild boar staggering towards the depths of the mountain forest on their short legs through the electron microscope. The afterglow of the setting sun www.biquge.info sprinkled warmly on them, circling a layer of golden velvet, like all fried foods in advertising, golden and crunchy and intact.

I swallowed and turned off the electron microscope, revealing a maple forest as red as a flame, reflecting the distant sunset.

Since the afternoon, my brain, which had been empty by observing the harmony between species, entered the state of thinking again, and began to recall the words that Tang Jiamo said to me in the car.

"Song Yu, if you want to get out of this scandal, my method is the most direct."

It's a roundabout way, okay?

My questioning eyes flickered over, ignoring Ning Huanyu, who was expressing disapproval to me through the rearview mirror.

"You don't believe me?" His slender fingers tapped on the leather-wrapped armrests, and I felt like some people were going to be out of luck.

I spread my hands helplessly, and had to point out the facts: "Your method is very strange, who is 'Song Kun' Obviously, as long as the people of the Song family come forward, it will be clear at once, no matter how much you disturb everyone's attention, it's useless." ”

Tang Jiamo's slightly drooping eyes were raised slowly, and there was a smile in his deep eyes, and he said to me: "In this world, not only Song Ye's daughter can be called 'Song Kun'. ”

I was stunned, and felt that Tang Jiamo seemed to be smiling better than before after three years, but he always smiled so much that people couldn't tell how much truth was in it.

"But my name is Song Yu." I couldn't help but remind him, "Everyone around me knows that I never used the name 'Song Kun'. "Sometimes I'm really afraid that thunder will hit me because I tell so many lies.

"Song Yu, you are an orphan, you were adopted by a French couple since you were a child, as they traveled to various countries, two years ago your adoptive parents died, you only returned to S City to enter the Weekly, do you think these people will know about your past?" Tang Jiamo quietly narrated my resume, which made me completely believe that Xuan Yongfeng said that Tang Jiamo couldn't recognize me at all.

I paused for three seconds in surprise, looked at him with indignant eyes, and felt that I almost expressed my strong condemnation of his private investigation of my background, and said: "But the marriage of Tang and Song is a fact, even if I appear, 'Song Kun', it can't stop Su Tong from becoming your fiancée." ”

"Block?" Tang Jiamo raised his tone slightly, as if he had heard a joke: "Song Ye can't hold his breath by himself, and I don't mind making things more complicated." ”

When I heard it, I wasn't happy, how complicated is the love between your Tang and Song families, what does it matter to me.

"It's a matter between you, and I shouldn't be involved with an unrelated person." I looked at him innocently and felt that I should get off at the intersection in front of me and turn to line 2 to go home.

Tang Jiamo took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and my gradually stiffened expression could be vaguely reflected in his dark brown pupils: "I said that you are a little like Ah Kun, since you want to find someone to pretend to be her, I naturally don't want to wronged myself." ”

"At least I'd love to hear from you."

I was stunned as I watched him wipe his glasses intently, and his low tone was like a mountain stream flowing against the soft stones at night: "I used to think she was annoying, but now even wanting to hear her voice will become a luxury." ”

I looked at him quietly, a little sour in my heart.

That escape was not to let Tang Jiamo remember me, but to make me forget him......

But he is like this, which reminds me of what Mu Cheng often asks me: Aren't you guilty, he didn't do anything wrong, but he just doesn't love you.

Yes, in fact, what I have been afraid of all along is not Tang Jiamo's blame, but the guilt in my heart.

I'm afraid that this guilt will make me stay by his side with the excuse of "making up" and look at myself.

"Hey......" I let out a long sigh, put my face on the fluffy blanket, and pulled my thoughts back, a pair of dark blue striped slippers appeared in my sight, and I half-tilted my head to see Ning Huanyu holding a tray.

I looked at him in surprise: "Ordered?" "It seems a bit early.

Ning Huanyu glanced at me, moved his gentle steps towards me, bent down and put the meal next to me, smiling politely and humbly: "Miss Song eats in such a posture, Nathan is afraid that you will not digest it, so he ordered the kitchen to let you eat less and more often." ”

I glanced at the meal and was slightly puzzled: "In addition to being Tang Jiamo's assistant, you also serve as his maid?" ”

The humble and polite face suddenly cracked, and the warm smile was a little uncontrollable: "How did Miss Song come to such a ridiculous conclusion?" ”

"Ridiculous?" I approached the dinner plate and glanced at the small snacks that "Song Kun" used to love to eat, Tang Jiamo really raised her as Song Kun?

"Because I don't seem to like me like you, but you still have to hold on to your smile to bring me food, it's time to get off work again, aren't you here to do odd jobs?" I paused, and suddenly thought of another possibility: "Huh? Could it be that Tang Jiamo is a 'public instrument for private use'? ”

I saw that the person in front of him twitched the corners of his mouth, and his tone of voice was unusually calm and powerful: "Obviously, Miss Song doesn't know much about the scope of work of the 'assistant'. ”

I nodded honestly: "Well, you're right, I haven't been an assistant. ”

Ning Huanyu: "......"

I think he must have been intimidated by my sincerity, and sat without saying a word and watched me eat, which I had some difficulty swallowing.

"Do you have anything to say?" I looked at him strangely, stirring the soup and bones with a spoon, slightly disgusted.

Ning Huanyu pondered for a moment, and finally asked me, "Why did Miss Song agree to Nathan?" ”

I stirred the spoon for a moment, and felt that the hand supporting my jaw was a little numb, so I changed my hand and looked up at him: "Because of soft-heartedness." ”

The person on the other side was stunned for a moment, and then there was a suspicious look in his eyes, which made me laugh a little: "Do you think you are smart or your boss is smart?" ”

Ning Huanyu threw a look over without the slightest hesitation, which made me feel that Tang Jiamo was very good at winning people's hearts.

I wanted to give him a hand, but in view of the difficulty of doing this action in my posture at the moment, I had to give up in a hurry, but I still had to say: "Since you think Tang Jiamo is so smart, why do you still question his way of looking at people?" ”

He was speechless for a while, and did not reply for a long time, probably because he felt that what I said was very reasonable, and he was powerless to refute it.

For a moment, I felt a sense of accomplishment.

"Oh, by the way, can you send me home and get a phone?" I put down the spoon in my hand and looked at him sincerely, thinking that if I didn't contact Yan Yan and them again, there might be a new missing person investigation in the police station.

Ning Huanyu handed over a mobile phone, and I looked at him in dismay: "Send me?" "It's so close to the coolness of idol dramas, I can't stop it, I've always taken the realistic route.

"I'm just borrowing you to call." He looked at me with a black line on his face, and he realized that his boss's vision had been very problematic recently.

I smiled awkwardly and looked at him wistfully: "I can't remember the phone number." ”

"I've already asked He Yue to inform Han Nuo."

I reluctantly turned my head to look in the direction of the sound source, and saw Tang Jiamo's white fingers pressed on the bow tie and pulled slightly, and the dark blue shirt slid down a few inches along the skin, revealing a slender neckline, covered with the velvet light of the sunset, which was a little bewitching.

When he took off his suit and threw it to the recliner on the side, I tilted my head slightly, afraid that I would be greedy for his beauty and do something embarrassing, but Ning Huanyu blushed so much!

"How?" I suddenly remembered that He Yue was a young man full of romantic thoughts, so I was very worried about the version that Han Nuo received.

Tang Jiamo glanced at me calmly, as if he didn't quite understand the source of my worry: "To tell the truth, you are injured and live with me for the time being." ”

"Oh." I began to look down at the rice with peace of mind, thinking that there should be no misunderstanding.

"Are you feeling better?"

I seriously thought about my current state of body, recalled the previous pain index, and said to him sincerely: "It's better, but the stomach is sagging badly, and it's a little uncomfortable." ”

Tang Jiamo frowned slightly, squatted in front of me, glanced at my posture, and asked me a little uncertainly, "How long have you maintained this posture?" ”

I felt that he was asking a lot of questions: "Didn't you say that you should lie in this position for three months as much as possible?" "Although the old man surnamed He is sometimes not very authentic, his medical skills are still very authentic, so I believe in his words.

"Where's the chaise longue I bought?" He asked me, pointing to the recliner with its unusually beautiful and harmonious curves.

"The recliner is boring, it's not as interesting as here, it's very difficult for me to get up and change places to lie down, okay?" I pushed the tray, lay down on the blanket, and decided to "lift the corpse" as the doctor instructed.

The body suddenly lightened, facing the transparent observation deck, and I was almost scared out of a heart attack.

I clutched the velvet blanket, almost thinking it was an Aladdin's flying carpet, and looked at the "god of lights" with a white face.

"Tang Jiamo, I'm a disabled person!"

"Hurt you?" He paused, looked down at me, looked down at me with a slight apology in his eyes, and gently lowered me into the chaise longue, soothing my heavy stomach and feeling much more relaxed in my chest.

I watched him carefully set the angle on the electronic screen on the side of the recliner, and the words of concern drifted into my ears: "Tell me if you're uncomfortable." ”

Seriously, I was a little moved, and I was about to say something to comfort him, but I was beaten away by his next words.

"I need a healthy Song Kun."

I was a little speechless, and decided to close my eyes and recuperate, and the idle people will disperse as soon as possible!

But the two people in the room didn't seem to feel the state of mind that I didn't want to be disturbed at the moment, and actually started to talk about business, and I am not a study here!

After I opened my eyes and glanced around, I reaffirmed that Tang Jiamo's planned use for this room was definitely not a study, and hurriedly interrupted their extended work topic, reminding very kindly: "Although I am not a mixed economic sector, I am a journalist, please respect my professional ethics, okay!" ”

Tang Jiamo calmly looked at the briefing in his hand: "It's okay, I never mind letting others know what I'm doing." ”

I stared at him for a long time, then sighed weakly. Yes, Tang Jiamo never minded letting people know what he was doing, provided that the person could really guess what he wanted to do!

In the past, I was not interested in the things in Tang Jiamo's shopping mall, and naturally I was even less willing to listen to it now, so I secretly counted the sheep and decided to take a nap after dinner.

Finally, I was about to go to meet Zhou Gong in a daze, but I was suddenly woken up by a cold voice.

"Song Delirium, sleeping immediately after dinner is not good for your health."

I was angry at the moment, and I wanted to get up and beat people in annoyance, and the cold stinging pain in my tail vertebrae made me lie back stiffly, and my eyes were full of accusations against the two people in front of me: "Why do you have to talk about business here with me, I will really go to the online forum to break the news!" ”

Ning Huanyu threw over two eye knives with a smile on his face: "Miss Song's sense of humor after the meal seems to have improved again. ”

"My sense of humor has nothing to do with whether I'm full or not!" I was a little angry, feeling that I had encountered unprecedented obstacles in two major life events, "sleeping" and "eating", and these two "obstacles" seemed to be unaware of at all.

"Miss Song, we have entered the last agenda, and since this matter is also somewhat related to you, please listen patiently." Ning Huanyu's words made me a little curious, but it immediately made me realize another problem.

I looked at the two of them and asked uncertainly, "You've been here for so long to discuss this last agenda for me?" ”

"Yes, Miss Song."

I looked at them in disbelief and questioned their status as mall elites: "Don't you know the concept of time planning? Why don't you put this last item at the top, so that I can rest in peace after listening to it, and you can go to talk about the old age if you like to talk about the wilderness! ”

"Prioritize." Tang Jiamo lowered his head and ticked a mark on the briefing, then slowly raised his head and looked at me who was resentful, the corners of his mouth actually raised a little: "You don't agree?" ”

Of course, I disagree: "My time is precious, okay?" ”

"Your time creates no value until you recover."

If I had a pillow at hand, I would not hesitate to beckon to Tang Jiamo's face.