Song Jiayao, who was already depressed, experienced this trick, and the original anger in her heart disappeared completely.

When she saw Qing'er, Song Jiayao was already helpless.

Qing'er beside her didn't realize this, but pulled Song Jiayao with an excited face and ran directly to the temple.

"Miss, you'll have to praise me this time."

Originally, when she stepped into the temple, Song Jiayao had already smelled the overflowing fragrance.

Listening to Qing'er's pretended words, her heartbeat became more rapid, and she completely forgot the troubles just now.

"My good young man, don't tease me anymore, just ...... Forget it, don't talk about it, what surprises do you have for me? ”

Seeing the change in the young lady, Qing'er's already cute face turned red, and she reached out and took out the Chang'an lamp behind her.

"Miss, this Chang'an lamp really cost a lot of money, if you are not satisfied with anything, I will immediately go to him and return it."

This remark made Song Jiayao a little dazed, and she reached out and just touched Qing'er's head.

After receiving Song Jiayao's signal, Qing'er didn't say anything more.

It's just that Song Jiayao's back after turning around made Qing'er a little strange, Qing'er's angle could only see the woman reaching out and touching the lamp in her arms over and over again, it seems that this Chang'an lamp is really unusual for Song Jiayao.

"Finally, my good days are coming."

......

It wasn't until the evening breeze swept Song Jiayao's face that she realized that she had been sitting in the temple for a long time.

Qing'er behind her was already taking a nap on the chair, and woke up when she heard Song Jiayao's movements.

When she first entered the Song family, Qing'er understood that resting in the main seat was disqualified.

So before Song Jiayao could speak, he got up and knelt in front of Song Jiayao.

"Miss, I didn't mean to, I've been a little tired lately...... No, these are not excuses, please punish me. ”

This series of remarks was unprepared, but it made Song Jiayao feel familiar.

The cowardly and flustered appearance of Qing'er in front of her was not the previous Song Jiayao.

In her memory, she used to be like this, when facing other people's accusations, she just responded in a hurry and used apologies to avoid problems.

Although the current Song Jiayao has long changed, it is just that her words and deeds in the face of things have made the current Song Jiayao physically and mentally depressed.

It wasn't until she heard the sound of the chair and table colliding behind her that Song Jiayao came back to her senses.

The tightly knit brows turned, and all he could see was Qing'er's begging for mercy.

The woman was slightly crying, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, as if she was going to kowtow and beg for mercy in the next second.

"Miss, I'm sorry, I accidentally touched the chair, I really don't know what to do......"

Before the words fell, Song Jiayao finally realized that the shaking of her mind just now directly frightened the woman in front of her.

Song Jiayao wanted to take revenge, but she never thought of bringing her hatred to irrelevant people, so she immediately stepped forward to help Qing'er.

"Don't get me wrong, things are not what you think, anyway, let's go down the mountain first."

Qing'er is innocent, and Song Jiayao's simple comfort is enough for her to completely let go of her previous worries and follow Song Jiayao down the mountain happily.

The sky was getting darker, and although the Chang'an lamp was bright, Qing'er couldn't see that there was a little more ferocity in the firm eyes of the woman next to her.

The suffering in her previous life brought her not only the pain in her heart and the hatred of losing her son, but also the panic in her subconscious, which was engraved in Song Jiayao's bones......