Chang Xiaoxiao said sincerely: "Bodyguard brothers, that's the case, I see that you work weekdays and rarely rest, so I want to help you share it." If you have socks to wash and shoes to wash, give them to me and I will clean them for you. ”

When the bodyguards heard that a beautiful girl was going to wash her socks, the men who were more than one meter eight blushed.

They politely refused, often smiled and were enthusiastic, and vowed not to give up without getting socks and shoes.

In the end, the bodyguards had to lose, and they had no choice but to speak: "Forget the socks, if you want to help us, then give the shoes." ”

"Good, good, good, just shoes. I'm going to make sure you get it clean. Chang smiled and patted his chest and promised.

When the bodyguards on other floors heard about this, they also brought their own shoes to Chang Xiaoxiao, and after a while, she received a big bag.

Pick up the bag and leave immediately. The yang energy in this building is too strong, the hormones are bursting, and if she doesn't leave, she will have a nosebleed and die.

In a villa on the other side of the city, Song Caiwei sat on the sofa in the living room, finishing up her paintings, with thick black hair, flying sword eyebrows, deep eyes, a high nose, slightly pursed thin lips, and a marble carving-like outline, the man on the painting paper gradually became vivid and vivid. I have to say that Song Caiwei is really good at painting, she has been painting since she was a child, and this character sketch is a piece of cake for her.

After the painting was finished, Song Caiwei breathed a deep sigh of relief, fortunately she had a good memory, and finally copied him perfectly. Her long, white and slender fingers touched the man's cheek, and her heart beat wildly. She was fascinated and didn't notice that Song Duhai was approaching her. Song Duhai was just passing by, and when he saw his daughter looking at something very attentively, he was very curious, so he walked around behind her and stretched out his head to see the man in the painting.

"Daughter, why do you have a portrait of Young Master Murong?"

Song Caiwei was in a reverie, when a voice suddenly came from behind, which frightened her and quickly got up, and the painting in her hand also slipped to the ground.

"Dad, why do you walk without sound? Scared the hell out of me. ”

Song Caiwei was about to pick up the painting, Yan Jingyun picked up the piece of painting paper one step ahead of her, and said, "Is this the young master Murong Feng?" ”

Song Caiwei, who was frightened, finally reacted: "Dad, who do you say he is?" ”

Song Duhai sat on the sofa on the other side, took a puff of his cigar and said, "Didn't your mother say it, Murong Feng." I've seen him twice, and his appearance is not much different from the person in this painting. ”

Because of Murong Feng's special identity, he is the successor of the Murong family, in order to ensure his safety, he never appears in front of the media, plus he is a relatively low-key person who likes to be quiet and does not like to appear in public, so not many people see him. When Song Duhai was still talking about cooperation with Murong Feng, he had met twice at the wine table.

"Cai Wei, do you know Young Master Murong Feng?" Yan Jingyun returned the painting to Song Caiwei.

Song Caiwei took the portrait, quickly put it away, pursed her lips, and said with a red face: "I don't know her, I just saw him by accident, so I drew him." ”

Oh, my God! It turned out that he was Murong Feng, and her heart was beating even harder, no wonder he had a proud kingly demeanor. It's just that if he is really Murong Feng, why does he like ordinary girls like Chang Xiaoxiao? Her hands were clenched tightly, and her jealousy and unwillingness could be seen.