Unless someone came to Song's house to take a photo, thinking of this, Song Weilan hurriedly ran back to the room, and the album was placed in the drawer of the dresser in the room, and the people who came to Song's house today were Song Qingwan, a third-rate feng shui master, and Ji Ruxu, that bastard.

Song Weilan opened the drawer, took out the album, hesitated for a long time before she had the courage to open it, since her parents passed away, she hadn't opened this album for more than ten years.

Song Weilan turned the pages one by one, looking at the photos of her parents, her eyes gradually moistened, and the voices and smiles of her parents came to mind little by little, just like yesterday, if they were still there, the Song family would not decay to this point.

She won't let anyone bully her.

A gentle touch suddenly came from the top of his head, Song Weilan was startled, and raised his head just to meet the sight of last season.

"Who let you in?" Song Weilan wiped the tears from her face in a panic, it was so embarrassing that she was actually seen crying so ugly by someone she hated.

"Get out, get out." Song Weilan pushed him, not wanting his wrist to be pulled by a force, but fell into his arms.

Song Weilan tried to push him away, and one hand wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly.

"Cry, shoulder lend you." A helpless sigh sounded overhead.

"Huh?" Song Weilan thought that she had heard it wrong, this bastard was still threatening her viciously, how could it be like a different person at this time?

"If you say cry, you can cry, I have no face." Song Weilan struggled to break free from his arms.

"Do you like Qin Linxiu?" Ji Ruxu asked thoughtlessly, and the hand holding her arm unconsciously increased its strength.

"If I say I like it, the marriage between the two of us can be nullified." Song Weilan tilted her head and looked at him expectantly.

"Dreaming." Ji Ruxu knocked on her forehead, "Qin Linxiu is not a good thing, stay away from him." ”

"He's not a good thing, are you?" Song Weilan dodged his touch, "Let go." ”

Ji Ruxu didn't speak, let go of her, took out her mobile phone and put it on the dresser next to her, and a video was playing on the lit screen: Qin Linxiu came out of the nightclub with seven women with heavy makeup, talking and laughing, and behaving in a dissolute manner.

Song Weilan lay on the table, and her mouth gradually opened into an O-shape.

"7, is it enough to eat in one night?"

"You're not jealous?" Ji Ruxu frowned, she is not Qin Linxiu, who is her childhood sweetheart, so who is the person in her heart?

"Jealous? Because of this scumbag? Song Weilan pointed to Qin Linxiu in the video and couldn't help laughing, "Hey, why do you think I will like this kind of scumbag?" ”

Before she was reborn, she had a good impression of Qin Linxiu, who grew up together, but only because she had a good impression, not to the point of being jealous, plus knowing that he was close to her purpose, Song Weilan's dislike for Qin Linxiu was no worse than that of Song Qingwan.

Song Qingwan's woman didn't come to the Song family to find Qin Linxiu during the day, which also explained why she didn't find anyone later, and she didn't look very anxious.

She said, with Song Qingwan's eyes, how could she fall in love with the ordinary-looking Qin Linxiu.

"I'm going to take a shower and sleep, can Lord Ji leave?" Song Weilan picked up the mobile phone on the table and stuffed it back into Ji Ruxu's hand.

Ji Ruxu glanced at her, unexpectedly did not make any domineering moves, put away the phone and turned around and walked out of Song Weilan's room.

"Walking so fast?" Looking at the closed door, Song Weilan muttered secretly, how could she have a bad premonition.

Song Weilan lay on the bed after taking a shower, glanced at Qiushui and replied to a private message a few minutes ago: Yes, I'm jealous.