Jiang Jia: "......"

His face turned bad in an instant.

However, Song Shihuan just smiled, and then turned his head to look out the window casually, with a slight smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, as deep and indifferent.

Jiang Jia is 47 years old this year, because he is very good at maintenance, and he has not left too many traces of age at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and he looks like he is in his thirties.

The name 'Jiang Jia' was given to her by Du Wenqi, and her original name was Jiang Aijuan.

Probably the previous experience was too painful for her, so she hated to be mentioned by her previous name the most in her life.

But this time she was the first to lose her words, no wonder Song Shihuan offended her.

Jiang Jia has been by Du Wenqi's side for many years, she should know what it means to say too much and lose it!

Therefore, Jiang Jia only frowned slightly, and then took the initiative to divert the topic and only chatted with her about work.

Then she answered the phone and said that there was something to deal with on the group side and asked her to go back.

Song Shihuan didn't stop her and sent her out in person.

When I came back, I passed by Mu Ye's villa in the mansion and took a look at it from a distance.

Mu Ye and Zhou Chi came out of the villa one after the other, and outside, the driver had already prepared the car and waited, as if he was going out.

In the past few days, the two of them have been busy with each other and rarely see each other, but Song Shihuan knew that he had been to her, otherwise it would be impossible to fall asleep in the study three times and wake up in the bedroom.

Once or twice may be a mistake, but every time it does, it's clearly unusual.

In addition, apart from him, Song Shihuan couldn't think of anyone else for the time being.

After Nan Qinghe's incident, she had a faint premonition that it was not good, but if he was in a hurry to go out, maybe it would not be too late to wait for him to come back.

So...... Song Shihuan didn't care too much.

When he got into the car, he immediately turned around and walked towards his villa.

*

Inside the car.

Zhou Chi, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was wearing a seat belt, and his eyes inadvertently fell on the rearview mirror outside the window, and Song Shihuan's figure just disappeared from inside.

Zhou Chi only felt familiar, hesitated for a while before remembering, and immediately turned to Mu Ye and said, "Mr. Mu, it's ...... Song"

It's just that before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Mu Ye: "Go!" ”

Zhou Chi hesitated, but didn't dare to say anything, turned around and sat down, and told the driver to start the car and leave.

The car drove out of the Sinan Mansion and onto the main road, and Mu Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

She had been standing there for a while, and he saw it when he got on the train.

At this time, she shouldn't have come.

He didn't want to see it either.

In the dozens of days since Song Shihuan returned to China, she has mediated with Song Fei who is covering the sky in Cloud City with one hand, but Mu Ye doesn't think she really has the ability to hide from the world.

But I don't feel that I admire her ability to understand and control all forces in the current situation.

So if you think about it, it doesn't necessarily have to be him, right?

Anyone who enters the deep pool of Cloud City at this juncture that has not been able to withstand wind and waves for a long time is her goal, isn't it?

It just happened to be him.

Nothing more!

Simply, it's better not to see it.

Maybe she thought so too, otherwise she wouldn't just stand there without saying a word, and walk so simply after she got in the car.

*

There are good things that do no harm.

Mu Ye didn't believe that she couldn't carry it clearly.

*

Half an hour later, the car stopped steadily in front of Moshang.

Song Fei waited outside early, and stepped forward immediately after the car stopped, and Mu Ye had already gotten out of the car at this time.

"Mr. Hardship Mu has made this trip."

"Mr. Song is polite."

As always, he was polite and respectful, and it seemed that no one had neglected anyone.