Chapter 137: "Are You Good at Drawing Inferences! Ms. Jiang Aijuan? ”
Song Shihuan's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and after a while, he slowly spoke: "At that time, Brother Yuan felt that if Ms. Du had something to do every day, she wouldn't always pay attention to me. ”
Jiang Jia was visibly stunned.
Immediately, his eyes narrowed slightly, raised his eyebrows, and praised: "Clever!" In terms of being a shield, there is indeed no one more suitable than Song Fei! He is the son of Wu Minshuang and Song Jiachang, and Ms. Du is planning to take the foundation into her pocket, didn't you suddenly come to such a hand, didn't you stick a thorn in her eye! ”
Just finished speaking, the conversation suddenly changed: "What about you and the famous minister?" Do you think so too? ”
Song Shihuan lightly twisted his fingers slightly, and for a moment, he raised his eyes to look at her, twisted his eyebrows inadvertently, and asked with a smile: "Then what do you think?" ”
Jiang Jia's eyes flashed slightly.
But it was only for a moment, and it was soon back to normal.
After that, nothing was said again.
Song Shihuan chatted with her about something else before sending her away.
When I came back, I passed by Mu Ye's villa in the mansion and took a look at it from a distance.
I happened to see Mu Ye and Zhou Chi coming 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.
The two of them have been busy with each other these days and rarely see each other, but Song Shihuan knows that he has been to her.
Otherwise, it would not be possible to fall asleep in the study three times and wake up in the bedroom three or two times, once or twice may be misremembered, but every time it is so, it is obviously unusual.
In addition, it is true that apart from him, Song Shihuan can't think of anyone else for the time being.
And after last night'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 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.
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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.
Turn around and sit down, and tell 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.
In the dozens of days since Song Shihuan returned to China, he has mediated with Song Fei who is covering the sky in Cloud City with one hand.
Mu Ye didn't think that she really had the ability to hide from the world, but she had to admire her ability to navigate the current situation and understand and control the forces of all parties.
In fact, if you think about it, it doesn't necessarily have to be him, right?
But anyone who enters the deep pool of Cloud City, which has not been able to withstand wind and waves for a long time, is her goal.
It happens to be him.
Nothing more!
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.
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 is no harm in all gains.
Mu Ye didn't believe that she couldn't carry it clearly.
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Half an hour later, the car stopped steadily in front of Moshang.
Song Fei waited outside early, and after the car stopped, he immediately stepped forward, and Mu Ye had already gotten out of the car at this time.
"There's Mr. Raumer."
"Mr. Song is polite."