When Song Yuehua woke up, the sun had not yet risen over the eastern horizon, so she was holding a thin blanket and sitting in front of the window.

For a long time, Song Yuehua's sleep quality has not been good, no matter whether anyone makes any noise to her, she will inevitably wake up at 5 o'clock in the morning, and it will never exceed 5:30. This habit, Song Yuehua himself knew that it was due to heart disease, so he let it go.

When I got up from the bed just now, my head was still a little dizzy. Now, the young woman sitting by the window did not feel uncomfortable at all, she was immersed in her own memory, and although her eyes were looking out of the window, the focus of her pupils was on her heart.

Song Yuehua's age is not very old, she is only 36 years old, and her appearance can be said to be no different from that of a little girl in her twenties, with few wrinkles and delicate and full skin. She is also in good shape, and when she walks on the street, she can't tell that she is a young woman who has given birth to two children.

However, the appearance age does not represent the psychological age, some people are old on the outside, but the heart is as lively as a girl, full of yearning for the beauty of this world; Although some people are young on the outside, their hearts are extremely vicissitudes, and depression and troubles are often accompanied by them.

Song Yuehua is the latter, from the age of 16 to the present, she has never been happy for a day, remembering that because of her selfishness and willfulness, she lost the most important person in her life, Song Yuehua felt that she had nothing to love.

Over the years, if she hadn't been able to visit the butterflies at Kashenv's villa every year, she didn't know what kind of courage she should use to face the rest of her life.

Butterflies have become the support of Song Yuehua's life, the source of all her courage, it is not an exaggeration to say this. Now that the head of the family has passed away, what should the future hold? In Song Yuehua's heart, it was like a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

Should I talk to him, but what if he doesn't agree to my request? 'Feared things always have to be faced, if the worst result happens, then Song Yuehua can only exchange money for it.

This is the last way she wants to use, because she can't guarantee that her life will not change for a lifetime, an expectation bought with money, just like a love bought with beauty, how long can it be good?

Song Yuehua didn't dare to think about it anymore, the guilt over the years, and the feelings hidden deep in her heart, made her heart like a broken pomegranate, shattering little by little, until there was an empty shell left.

"My heart is already an empty shell, butterflies can't respond to me, they are just lives without memory......" softly said the sigh in his heart, Song Yuehua felt another voice in his ear for a moment, comforting: "Butterflies have memories, please believe that in the future, you can awaken the memories of butterflies...... Don't give up easily, the feelings that belong to butterflies......'

The sound of heaven surrounded her ears, faintly seeping into Song Yuehua's seven orifices like smoke, making her close her eyes and ponder, and the light of the morning light gradually reflected on Song Yuehua's face, making her eyebrows and eyes also dyed with a layer of red, so beautiful, like a muse coming out of the jungle.

When the woman's head gradually rose upward, she finally made up her mind to talk to Xiao Mo, the current owner of the Kashenv villa.

'No matter what, I can't lose the butterfly, just try my best!' ’

When this sentence appeared in his mind, Song Yuehua got up from the chair, carefully folded the blanket and put it on the side of the pillow, put on a black lace shawl, and walked towards the door.

She has already been washed and dressed, and she is wearing an elegant tulle dress, which fully reflects her intellectual beauty. Song Yuehua's work is a sculptor, she is well-known in the industry, although she is young, she is extremely talented, and her personal style is very diligent and modest, whether it is a newcomer or a senior, she has a very good impression.

After stepping out of the door, Song Yuehua leaned on the door panel and paused for a while, her heart was full of trepidation, and she really wanted to talk about butterflies, Song Yuehua felt that her courage might not be enough to support the conversation she was about to face.

After reconsidering what he wanted to say, he couldn't be too excited, and he couldn't be as subtle as before, if Kashenv Villa and Butterfly Valley really changed hands, Song Yuehua hoped that the person who took over would be himself.

There is no greed in this, it's just a way for Song Yuehua to find some feelings, at least she thinks that the conversation in front of her is the last chance.

After stabilizing her mind a little, Song Yuehua took another step, and when she turned her back to her gaze, we could vaguely see that there was a small tattoo on the back of her neck, like two butterflies intertwined.

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8:30 a.m

Mo Xiangxi got up very early today, and yesterday he sat in the only room in the living room and fell asleep unconsciously, and it was not until dawn that he was woken up by the maid Dai Lu.

Dai Lu seemed to be very worried about his physical condition, and looked at him with worried eyes several times, until Mo Xiangxi said that she was okay, and she went out to work with peace of mind.

Dai Lu is an honest and very kind girl, who takes good care of Mo Xiangxi and Xiao Mo, and has never complained about the low salary.

Obviously, Dai Lu was more treated by Mo Xiangxi than the other maid. However, this still can't change Mo Xiangxi's indifferent habits.

Now, Mo Xiangxi stood in the center of the living room, directing the maids to do things, occasionally glancing out the window, staring at the messy growing plants for a few seconds, thinking about the affairs of the Butterfly Valley.

It's not that he can't see Xiao Mo's thoughts, but he doesn't want to pay attention to them at all, this kind of child is always full of confidence and wants to go out, but the result is often a nose of ashes, and then return to his hometown to ask for help.

If he sells the Kashenv villa while he is in his heart, then he is really stupid! If you are in financial distress, you can find a way to change it, and if you don't even have a place to live, it will be difficult to change your life.

The environment during the day was a relief for Mo Xiangxi, which could reduce the worries and fears in his heart. Mo Xiangxi was afraid of the coming night, and even afraid of the gloomy sky, which always reminded him of the bad things in the past, and thought of his brother Mo Xiangdong.

In this life, my brother may be an incompetent father for Xiao Mo; But for Mo Xiangxi, it's like a nightmare, after enduring so many years, he can finally be the master of his house now, how can Mo Xiangxi give up the Kashenv villa again?

No, he won't, even if Xiao Mo wants to go to court and take away his part of the inheritance, Mo Xiangxi will do his best to stop it, and his desire to preserve Kashenv's villa is as important as attracting butterflies again.

Mo Xiangxi raised his eyes and looked in the kitchen, the young maid had already prepared breakfast, and then looked at his watch, the time was past 8:30 in the morning, and it was time to go upstairs to remind everyone to get up.

This is not a hotel, and Mo Xiangxi does not have to be careful, taking into account the feelings of the guests. Breakfast at 8:30 a.m., lunch at 11 p.m., and dinner at 6:30 p.m. were the rules that Kashinvray could not beat, and even if they wanted to sleep in, they had to go back after breakfast to catch up on sleep. How can good food be wasted?

Therefore, Mo took a step west and walked towards the small elevator on the other side of the living room, and Dai Lu was preparing to go home behind him at this time. Dai Lu's job is to clean the first and second floors, and then she can go home to rest, and in the afternoon, Dai Lu can go to work later if there is nothing to do.

Because the person in charge of cooking was another maid, who was two years younger than Dai Lu, she would stay in the Kashinv villa until after dinner every morning after work.