"......" Song Anning's gentle eyes trembled involuntarily, and even the smile with the soft corners of her mouth was a little stiff.

The clear and innocent eyes flashed and were pitiful: "I...... I didn't mean that, I ......"

"And what do you mean?" Song Shihuan was as aggressive as ever, and without waiting for her to finish, he directly interrupted her.

Song Anning: "......"

After hesitating for a while, he said cautiously: "I think ...... You should at least tell your dad that he still thinks you're in England. ”

However, the lower her profile, the more Song Shihuan intensified: "My father married my stepmother, how could I miss such a big thing!" “

"Besides, do I have anything to do with you?" When he looked at her again, his eyes were full of sarcasm and contempt.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, he hugged his shoulders idly, and his tone was extremely contemptuous: "It's really strange, how long have I been in the UK, and it's your turn to make rules in this house?" Come on, come on, talk about it! I want to know who gave you the face during my absence, and in this home, there was actually a day when you stepped on my head? ”

Three years.

Song Shihuan went to England for three years.

But in the past three years, Yuncheng has not changed, the Song family has not changed, and the famous families who have dealings with the Song family are still those same.

Song Anning has not changed.

The same flawless, the same pitiful, silent as a cicada, the voice is as thin as a mosquito fly: "I...... There is no ......"

Not even a single grass or tree in the Song Mansion has changed, and it is still the same as before, there is no place for her at all!

So she took it for granted that she could still be arrogant and unforgiving as before!

But here's the thing......

It's changed.

Nothing has changed.

Her situation in the Song Mansion has become even worse than before.

Previously, she had at least one room here.

Now it has probably become Song Anning's exclusive boudoir, right?

After all, when she was still in the Song Mansion, she always heard her complaining to her brother Song Fei: Why can Shi Huan's sister live in the biggest and most beautiful house in the mansion, but I can only live in the small room next to my father?

But at that time, Song Anning didn't know how envious Song Shihuan was that she could be so close to Song Jiachang!

But now, it's all Song Anning's.

Living in a room that was once exclusive to her, wearing the limited dress she dreamed of, enjoying the attention that should have been her, taking away the warmth she had been looking forward to, but she had never gotten it, and the identity that was justified.

"Are you satisfied?" Her voice was cold and desperate, but she also endured it as much as possible, trying to suppress the tremor in her tone as much as possible: "Being bullied on the head by a person younger than you every day, in fact, I have been unhappy for a long time, right?" ”

"Okay now? You've rolled over! Song Shihuan said, he couldn't help laughing, unscrupulous, laughing very loudly: "That kind of ...... Isn't it particularly cool to finally come to the bitter end, completely trample me under my feet, and watch me angry, but helpless against you? ”

Song Anning stood in front of her and looked at her silently.

It's just that compared to the previous caution, she looks very calm at this moment.

Zhang Chi frowned to a certain extent, and there was a little sympathy in his warm and elegant voice.