Song Weilan looked at the WeChat message, and then looked at the Dutch pig who was sleeping in his arms, and always felt that the bastard was hinting at something, Song Weilan drove the Dutch pig in his arms to the ground, and replied in WeChat: Don't worry, I will add more chili, fennel, and all kinds of spices.

In the living room, Chen's mother is setting up the dishes and chopsticks, and there is a hearty breakfast on the table.

"Mother Chen, is that bastard gone?" Song Weilan was at the door of the living room like a thief, and asked Chen's mother uncomfortably after not seeing Ji Ruxu's figure.

"The lord said that he would go out for a while, and the kitchen was cooking porridge, and I would bring it." After Chen's mother answered Song Weilan's words, she ran to the kitchen with a strange face.

"Oh." Song Weilan replied casually, going out for a while means that he is coming back? No, she has to lock the door, and Chen's mother has to guard against it.

Song Weilan sat down at the dining table with a sad face, her mind was full of ideas about how to deal with Ji Ruxu, the skirt of the long skirt was suddenly torn by a small force, and Song Weilan looked down and saw that the Dutch pig he left behind didn't know when it hung on her.

Song Weilan picked it up by the neck, threw it on the woven hanging chair in the courtyard again, and didn't take two steps back, and the furry body hung up again.

"How can you be virtuous with your master." Song Weilan picked up the Dutch pig, looked around the courtyard and couldn't find a place to lock it, so she had no choice but to carry it back to the living room.

There was a big bowl of chicken and vegetable porridge on the table, and Chen's mother had carefully put some out of a small bowl and put it on her seat, the fragrance was fragrant, and Song Weilan casually threw the Dutch pig on the sofa on the side and sat down at the table to enjoy breakfast.

"Mother Chen, why doesn't this porridge taste like you cooked it?" Two bowls of porridge went down, and when she saw Chen's mother coming in from outside, Song Weilan asked without raising her head.

A meaningful smile appeared on Chen's mother's face, "The porridge was cooked by the lord." ”

"What, what?" Song Weilan choked on a mouthful of porridge, "This, this is cooked by Ji Ruxu?" She was so shocked that she couldn't hold the spoon steadily, and she didn't deny that the porridge tasted really good, full of color, flavor, and flavor, but she didn't expect that Duke Ji, who was a servant in the castle, was still a man who could go up to the court and down to the kitchen.

"I won't eat it." Song Weilan pushed away the porridge bowl in front of him, even if it was a delicious food, he would never bow to the evil forces.

Chen's mother smiled and didn't reply, and waited at the door with the car keys.

"Miss, you have class today, and you still have to go to school."

Song Weilan glanced up at the clock on the wall, she almost forgot that she was still a student three years ago, seeing that it was not early, she hurriedly drank the milk, took the car keys in Chen's mother's hand and walked towards the parking lot outside the door.

Song Weilan studied journalism and communication at F University, and the major was chosen casually with her eyes closed, at that time, she thought that she would be a gangster anyway, and this life would be like this, she would marry into the Ji family at a certain age, and it didn't matter what major she studied, for the life that had already been decided, Song Weilan chose to compromise completely in her previous life.

A man in his thirties, in a crisp suit and white gloves on his hands, stood in the parking lot next to a white Bentley where her Volkswagen Beetle was parked.

This open-air parking lot is the Song family's private parking lot, which will only be full during family meetings, and most of the time only Song Weilan has a red Beetle car, this Bentley not only occupies her parking space, but also tows the car away for her.

Seeing that this person is dressed like a private driver, with the current economic strength of the Song family, she can't think of anyone who can afford to drive a Bentley, and hire a special driver......