"It's so beautiful."

Shu Yao let out a surprised voice and pointed to the distance for them to see.

If it weren't for Huo Mei holding her to death, it is estimated that she would have run away with joy.

Aunt Qiao and the girl looked at Shu Yao suspiciously, and after a few seconds, their expressions suddenly changed.

The people of the Song family, none of them are fools, and they can see at a glance that something is wrong with Shu Yao.

Huo Mei noticed the changes in them and quickly explained, "She likes flowers and plants, and she usually likes to raise some cultivation when she is fine, so she always feels kind when she sees these plants." ”

When Song Ange heard this, his big eyes shone brightly, and he didn't know whether he said intentionally or unintentionally, "That's good, my second brother also likes to plant some flowers and plants, these are all planted by him." ”

Hui Mei smiled, quite meaningful, she didn't speak again, afraid of revealing the stuffing, but fortunately she soon arrived in the living room.

The interior of the house is decorated in a Nordic minimalist style, with a main color tone of gray and white.

She stood quietly beside Huo Mei, and with her aunt's words "Master Ping", she saw the man in a wheelchair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He is very good-looking, different from the man she saw last night, his facial features are tough, his eyes are deep, but his voice is unusually soft, black home clothes, calm and restrained, and his body has a very heavy indifferent aura, not at all like the wolf-like inheritor of a wealthy family.

He turned his wheelchair and met Shu Yao's gaze, "Sit down." ”

Shu Yao's light brown eyes trembled, and when he subconsciously wanted to avoid his eyes, he suddenly remembered that he was a fool.

Fools are not afraid of anything.

So, she could only look at him with curious eyes, stupid, stupid.

Song Jiming didn't mind her scrutiny at all, and smiled at her.

The so-called is laughing, Shu Yao thinks that he is more just curling the corners of his mouth, which means that he is a little bit smiling.

"Pour water."

The people of the Song family seem to cherish words like gold, and Song Jiming has fewer words.

After Aunt Qiao brought water, he let her go down to rest.

"You go too."

Song Jiming looked up at Song Ange, the naughty girl stuck out her tongue at him, and left unwillingly.

There were only three of them left in the living room, and it was a little too quiet.

Song Jiming sat in a wheelchair, looked at the two people on the sofa, and asked, "What are you looking for me?" ”

Huo Mei took out the contract and put it on the art coffee table in front of him, and after explaining her intentions, the living room fell into a long silence.

Just when Huo Mei thought that Song Jiming would refuse, she didn't expect him to smile suddenly, the smile was gentle and helpless, which made Huo Mei, who has always been ruthless, feel a little sympathetic.

The grievances and bloody disputes of the wealthy are not something that ordinary people can imagine.

Song Jiming's legs are the price of his mother's failure to compete for the top position, this matter is not a secret in your circle, but the general public only knows that he offended a foreigner when he was doing business abroad and was disabled by retaliation.

Now, I heard that the old man who was protecting him was dying, so Song Chengping's mother, who was successful in the upper position, began a new round of suppression of him.

Song Jiming glanced at the demented Shu Yao, his dark eyes were bottomless, and asked, "If I don't buy her, what will happen to her?" ”

Hui Mei looked at Shu Jiao and said indifferently: "Continue to be sold, Shu Dongrong is determined to sell her for money, you don't buy it, with her appearance and figure, pack it, there is no shortage of those obscene old men like it, you know, some people have special habits." ”