Because this was a smooth start, the next day, as always, Ling Xiangsi arrived at the suburban villa early in the morning under the smiling pick-up of Manager Liu.

Just like yesterday, it was still the middle-aged woman who opened the door for her, and then whispered about the man.

Ling Xiangsi responded one by one, followed in, and saw that the man was still the same as yesterday, sitting at the dining table in silence like snow eating breakfast, his movements were elegant and natural, and his face was as cold as a fairy.

The early morning sun poured down faintly, reflecting the delicate and handsome facial features.

The only fly in the ointment was probably the crutches leaning against the dining table, white and cold, so that there was no trace of emotion in the man's dark eyes.

"Young Master Liang, good morning......" Ling Xiangsi was the first to say hello uncomfortably.

After all, this is her financial master for the next two days, and it is better to try her best to get along with the relationship.

The man sitting at the table ignored her, and only continued to eat the toast on his plate indifferently and gracefully, his eyes clear and cold, as if he regarded her as nothing.

Ling Xiangsi was bored with herself, and she didn't feel embarrassed, she just felt that this man was really weird......

Doesn't look at anyone at all.

It wasn't until after breakfast that the man ordered her to push the wheelchair over with an indifferent face, and then went up to the study on the second floor.

Like Huo Yunzhao's neurosis, after this man entered the study, he turned on the computer without saying a word, and then looked at the stock market above.

Ling Xiangsi stood aside, occasionally silently following the middle-aged maid's words and serving him a cup of bitter coffee.

In this huge villa, there is no one but them.

Ling Xiangsi sometimes fantasizes about brain supplements, whether this man is hiding some ulterior secrets, so he is so resistant to approaching outsiders.

At noon, the man did not go downstairs, but ordered her to bring the food.

Putting aside this uncertain temperament, the man is very good-tempered, not picky eater, and does not have many requirements and shelves of the eldest young master, and it is much easier to get along with than Huo Ershao's neuropathy.

In the evening, the man finally turned off the computer, and then, as he had done yesterday, ordered her to take him to the garden.

Of course, Ling Xiangsi obediently followed his orders to do things, and even continued to push him on the swing slowly.

It seems that this man with a strange temperament is indeed as she thinks and is hurt by love, so he comes to this garden day after day to reminisce about his sadness, in order not to forget the heroine.

Just like yesterday, it was not until her wrist was sore that the man said "okay" with compassion.

Ling Xiangsi completed today's task, and was in a happy mood, just about to brew about getting off work, in the garden, suddenly hurriedly walked into a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

His hairstyle is meticulously combed, not good at smiling, he looks like he is about forty or fifty years old, and there is a hint of vicissitudes and stability between his eyebrows.

Seeing the man, he didn't get too close, but took a document and a pen and frowned, "Mr. Liang." ”

"What's the matter?" The man's slender pale fingers were still caressing the rope of the swing, and his tone was indifferent.

"This is next month's building renovation plan, and you must sign it to ......" The middle-aged man couldn't help but take a step forward, his brow furrowed even more.

"If it drags on any longer, the board of directors will definitely have an opinion on Mr. Liang......"

The man pursed his lips, not knowing what he thought, and finally spoke, "Put it down." ”

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and after saying "Mr. Liang" with trembling lips, he put the documents and pen in his hand on the ground.

"Then I'll come back tomorrow, Mr. Liang, you can recuperate in peace." As if he was afraid that the man would regret it, the middle-aged man hurriedly finished speaking and turned around and went out.

When they were the only ones left in the silence, Ling Xiangsi finally couldn't help but peek at the man.

He was still the same as usual, there was no sorrow or joy in his indifferent eyes, and he was as plain as a pool of stagnant water, except for a little trace when he swept the swing, and the rest of the time, he was like a sculpture.

For a long time –

"Bring the stuff." The man's indifferent command.

Ling Xiangsi replied lightly, silently took the documents and pen in his hands, and silently continued to think about getting off work.

The man got the document and the pen, first paused, looked at the contents of the document with dark eyes, almost ten lines at a glance, and quickly lifted the pen in his hand.

Ling Xiangsi was still thinking about getting off work at the beginning, but then she was unconsciously attracted by the man's action of lifting the pen.

I saw him holding a pen, his movements were natural and sharp, and he quickly signed two extremely sharp black letters on the document.

Liang Feng.

It turned out that the man was called by this name.

Ling Xiangsi read a sentence in his heart, but he vaguely felt that this name was inexplicably familiar.

After that, the man seemed to see through her thoughts, and when he returned to the living room, he let her go.

Ling Xiangsi finished the work of the second day, and immediately got a salary of 3,000 from Manager Liu, and the remaining 2,000 was settled on the third day.

Ling Xiangsi, who was about to be stretched thin, almost cried with joy, went to the mall to buy a large number of daily necessities, and went straight to the guest house in the east of the city.

In recent days, Zhou Xianglan's attitude towards her has finally improved, and she is not targeted at her everywhere as she was at the beginning.

After Ling Xiangsi said hello to the landlord with a smile, he went up to the second floor.

Walking to the door of Zhou Xianglan's room, Ling Xiangsi took a deep breath before pushing open the door and walking in.

As usual, Zhou Xianglan sat on the bed, pursed her lips and looked at the floor, without a trace of a smile on her face.

Ling Xiangsi walked in with a large bag and a small bag, and then pretended to smile relaxedly, "Mom, have you eaten, I brought you your favorite shrimp dumpling......"

Zhou Xianglan wrinkled her eyebrows and glanced up at her, her tone seemed to be a little stiff, "I got off work early today, aren't you busy?" ”

Ling Xiangsi was stunned for a moment, and the movements in his hands paused, but he still smiled easily, "Well, I'm not too busy." ”

Then there was a long silence.

Half Ringing –

Zhou Xianglan lowered her eyes uncomfortably, and then suddenly called her name, "Acacia ......"

"Mom, is there something wrong?" Ling Xiangsi put down the clothes in his hand, and then looked straight at her.

If it was in the past, Zhou Xianglan wouldn't say that she cared about her, but she didn't want to say a perfunctory word or two, how could it be......

The expression on Zhou Xianglan's face stiffened, and her fingers were uncomfortably entangled together, but she still said slowly, "That person came to me again today." ”

That person?

Ling Xiangsi frowned suspiciously at first, and then reacted.

The person in Zhou Xianglan's mouth should be referring to the liar who deceived her into investing and managing her money, right?