The irony of turning from a host to a guest.

Her eyebrows and eyes were slightly sunken, how could she not know that this was Song Lizhen's deliberate, deliberately putting on such a pomp, in order to make her self-aware.

Sure enough, as soon as I entered the door, someone greeted me.

"Young Master, long time no see."

It was Steward Li of the Bo Family Villa who spoke, but this Steward Li had not been in the Bo Family Villa for a long time, that is, the housekeeper who had been changed before she left two years ago.

She also knew that this Steward Li was Song Lizhen's confidant, and when she was still in the Bo Family Villa two years ago, this Steward Li secretly stumbled on her.

"Hmm."

Bo Xiuyin's eyes were slightly cold, his posture was noble and elegant, and his eyes were like charity, as if he didn't even bother to look at him.

Steward Li's old face suddenly became a little ugly, but because of the current occasion, he didn't dare to say anything.

Moreover, I don't know why, he looked at the current Bo Xiuyin, and was inexplicably a little stunned.

"My dear...... What about Father and Ms. Song? ”

Bo Xiuyin sneered as he followed behind Steward Li.

It's just that before she could say anything, Song Lizhen and her children came over.

Song Lizhen had a slight smile on her face, although she was a little reluctant, "Xiuyin, you're here!" ”

"Ms. Song, what about my father? Didn't he invite me? Bo Xiuyin said coldly.

She wanted to see what this woman wanted to do.

"Your dad has a party, he won't be back until later, you come in first, the meal is ready."

Song Lizhen had a decent smile on her face, even though she almost wanted to kill Bo Xiuyin in her heart now.

"Well, okay then." Bo Xiuyin walked into the living room of the villa.

In the living room, except for some furniture that has been replaced, the furnishings are almost the same as before.

So, as soon as she entered the door, she found a hint of "familiarity".

From the familiarity of memory, the so-called "home" where she has lived for eighteen years.

In the corner of the living room, all the meals have been served, and the delicious dishes exude a rich fragrance, which shows that the chef in the villa has also put in a certain amount of effort.

But...... There is an indescribable taste in this scent.

And this smell, as soon as Bo Xiuyin smelled it, his face changed suddenly, his expression was slightly gloomy, and a cold light burst out of his eyes.

"Come and sit here, this is the seat you used to sit in, and these dishes are also your favorite dishes in the past."

Song Lizhen's face was full of smiles, especially when she saw those dishes.

"Really? Ms. Song! Bo Xiuyin sneered and mocked, "Are you sure this is my favorite dish?" ”

When Bo Qingmeng heard this, his face changed instantly, and he sneered: "Bo Xiuyin! If you don't want to eat it, just get out, as for such a yin and yang weirdness? ”

From the first time she saw Bo Xiuyin, the anger and hatred in her heart couldn't help but well-up in her heart.

If it weren't for her mother and Xian'er repeatedly asking her to tolerate it, how could she have allowed Bo Xiuyin to enter the Bo family's villa with such a posture!

Bo Qingxian's face is not too good-looking, but he can endure much more than Bo Qingmeng, angry to this extent, but he hasn't said a word yet.

It's just that as soon as Bo Qingmeng's words fell, Bo Xiuyin's body exuded a cold and gloomy sense of oppression.

It was a sense of oppression that was extremely powerful, a sense of oppression that several people had never seen in Bo Zhengrong!