Bright stars, silent late night. The night breeze gently blew through the gaps between the windows to scatter the sketches and photographs that fell on the ground. The light is too bright, illuminating people with nothing to hide, and it also illuminates the black and white words vividly.

Slender strokes, light white strokes. Song is like my youthful face, and there is only a small "seven" at the bottom of the sketch.

Song Ru lowered my head, my heart was panicked, and I couldn't help panting. But Sheng Congsu didn't let her go, the distance between them was so close, so he could easily grab her, he saw her lower her head and didn't speak, and seemed to sigh.

He was cold and gloomy, because his most secret secret or shame was finally laid out in public. The secret he'd been hiding for so many years was finally revealed.

As early as the first time we met, as early as when Song Ru and I were Li Mubai's fiancée, Sheng Congsu had already planned to get Song Ru and me, and even did not hesitate to peep.

His tutor didn't steal the values of his brother and girlfriend like a thief, nor was he ugly enough to secretly observe a girl's cognition like a voyeur.

So over the years, he has locked these two things that are the same as evidence in the safe, and he doesn't know what kind of mind he wants to lock.

If he was a little smaller, a little smaller, small enough to be young and frivolous or even young and ignorant, he could do whatever it took to keep her as before. Even if she hated him, and he wasn't necessarily much better, at least, he got her.

It's a pity that time flies by in a hurry, and Sheng Yang is already five years old. And he was stabbed in a dirty alley in England. He had long understood that he could do many, many things in the blink of an eye. Only Song is like me, only she, he only controls himself.

So lock up all your thoughts, all your unbearable thoughts, and expect to deceive yourself.

"What are you crying about?" Sheng Congsu asked again, but this time his tone carried a lot of helplessness.

Song Ru didn't answer him, just stared silently at the sketch at his feet, staring at the little "seven" character.

The light was too bright, but all he could see was her jet-black and her tiny jaw.

She was forever silent and resentful towards him, and he would never be able to go into her heart. It was so quiet, only the faint sound of wind and breathing. Silence and dead silence are like boulders falling on Sheng Congsu's heart.

, it's really strange that even the tarot cards can calculate the fate, he has been learning for so many years.

"Huh." A slight wry smile sounded above Song Ru's head, and after a while she heard the sound of footsteps moving.

Song Ru finally raised my head. Under the bright daylight light, Sheng Congsu's back was still straight, his head was still raised, and his back was almost the same as usual, but his steps were so slow and slow, as if he was saying goodbye to something.

With a "click", the study door closed gently. The room was silent, Song Ru and I squatted down, and after a long while, she finally picked up the sketch on the ground.

He was annoyed and angry, and for the first time, he was angry because he really saw the filth in his heart. It's been so long, so long. It's been so long since we first met.

Then all the Yiqiē has a reason, no wonder he wants to follow Li Mubai to the countryside again and again. And on that hot and humid night, his hot and powerful body pressed her tightly, so resolute. Even later, he imprisoned her in the villa, like a doomsday maniac.

Song Ru and I finally understood that Sheng Congsu loved her, in a sickly ugly and shameful gesture. Today, this gesture is exposed to white light, and there is nothing to hide.

The next day, Sheng Yang went to school as usual, and Sheng Congsu went to Scotland on the plane that day, and Song Ru and I were the only ones left in the huge house.

After eating breakfast and lunch alone, she sat on the bookshelf and read. It was ten o'clock in the morning when Sheng Quan came, and this time was the most beautiful moment of the day in Xiangjiang Villa.

The lake and landscape, the morning fog dissipated, and the sun shone on a large area of grass in front of the villa, and even the reflected light seemed to have the smell of grass. The waves are sparkling, rippling with a different kind of early spring breeze.

Sheng Quan glanced at Song Ru's side face, his eyes were obviously a little red and swollen, but there was no expression on his face, he was obviously reading a book, but he didn't turn a page. The tea at hand had long since run out of heat, and I didn't see her take a sip.

"Miss Song, this is the divorce agreement that the seventh prince asked me to take, and I ask you to sign it."

Sheng Quan is business-like tone, this agreement has been revised and revised several times, and this time it is finally in the hands of the main owner. Before, Sheng Congsu ruthlessly asked him to take it to someone to sign, and even threatened not to return to Sheng's house until he finished signing. But in the end, the eldest man still regretted it, and his eyes bumped into Song Ru and me again.

But this time, Sheng Quan didn't dare to speculate, he just felt that it was really different.

Song Ru I looked at the large stack of texts in front of me, she just glanced at it and didn't speak.

"Miss Song will own nearly 80% of the property of the seventh prince in the future, including jewelry, ornaments, real estate, vehicles, stocks, funds and equity in auction houses, and of course, you will also enjoy the trust fund of the Sheng family and the equity of all the subsidiaries of the Sheng family."

Sheng Quan paused and said, "The Seventh Prince also said that he gave up the custody of the little lady and changed it to the right to visit twice a week. You need to put your name on the last page of each document. ”

Song Ru and I still didn't move, as if I wasn't listening.

Sheng Quan rubbed his eyebrows: "Also, the Seventh Prince also gave you the manuscript of Lady Agatha's "Unfinished Portrait". ”

With a soft "snap", Song Ru closed the book in her hand, and she raised her head and finally glanced at Sheng Quan.

Lang Lang eyebrows, delicate and clear, a person with ice muscles and jade bones, Sheng Quan sighed secretly in his heart, no wonder Sheng Congsu loves this woman who doesn't love him at all.

Song Ru pinched my palm, and she felt that her palm had been sweating, and the sweat was sticky.

She suddenly asked, "Where is Sheng Qi?" ”

Sheng Quan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "This is not clear." Sheng Quan was shouted from his sleep by the boss in the middle of the night last night, stayed up late to do the distribution of property, and looked for a professional lawyer in the early morning, and ran upside down, he didn't even rest, how did he know where his crazy boss was.

Song Ru saw that he did not answer, turned his head, and there was a large open land outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the branches and leaves shook gently when it blew through the trees.

Sheng Congsu didn't know what she was looking at, but after about five minutes, Song Ru and I took the pen in his hand and signed his name on the divorce agreement.

Then she began to sign the conveyancing of property, which lasted until the bell rang at eleven o'clock in the morning, echoing throughout the endorsement.

After the old housekeeper waited for Sheng Quan to leave, he still came to ask Song Ru what I wanted to eat at noon today.

Song Ru and I shook her head, she thought for a while and asked, "Uncle Chen, do you know where Sheng Qi went?" ”

The old butler stood there, silent, and thought for a long time before finally speaking, "I don't know." ”

And Sheng Quan got the divorce agreement signed by both parties and began to go through the formalities, and continued to tinker until dinner in the evening, when he suddenly appeared in the place where the last property transfer was signed, Song Ru I wrote: R, Lily Lancaster.

This...... Who is it......