When Sangjiujiu's parents divorced, they left all their property to her alone.

Including the Mulberry Group.

But when he was not yet eighteen years old, the management of the company was still in the hands of the Sang family's father.

But now her little stepmother Jian Mo also gave birth to a boy five years ago, named Sang Jian.

A name made up of two surnames.

She is almost twenty years old in four months, and she has already turned eighteen years old and two years, but the father of the Sang family has never intended to give her the idea of the Sang family.

Before she left, the father of the Sang family found her and said with some hesitation: "Sang Group, your aunt has also managed for seven years, and relying on Jane's Group, Sang has become a lot bigger, wine, how about you and your brother share this company equally?" 50% of each share. ”

What the Sang family's father said is ridiculous, the Sang family's mother also re-established the family a few years ago and gave birth to a child, wouldn't she have to split up with him again?

Sangjiujiu doesn't care about this share, she just breathes a sigh of relief, she won't give this company to anyone.

She didn't want to, and her mother didn't want to.

If she compromises, her mother will surely never let her live in peace again for the rest of her life.

The company she worked hard to earn with her ex-husband all her life, and gave it to the children of the mistress, wouldn't she be crazy?

This is a matter of principle, and mulberry wine cannot be regressed.

Mulberry wine sighed, leaned his head against the door, and looked at the scenery outside, time passed so fast.

It's been a year since I left home, and it's been less than four months since my mother said it.

She had promised to return to China on the day she was twenty years old, to stop wandering, and to get back what belonged to her.

Mulberry Group.

She doesn't want to go back now, so drag it if she can, anyway, no one can find her now.

Sang Jiujiu took the mobile phone on the side, and it was all warm and concise messages, which she ignored.

Wen Wen is a scheming woman, using her to achieve the purpose of getting close to Jane, and finally said bluntly: "Jiujiu, I like your brother-in-law, and he is with me now, I hope you can leave him."

Being a bitch and setting up a torii refers to people like her, scheming and aggressive.

Now she pretends to be a senior sister and cares about her everywhere, it's disgusting to look like this.

Mulberry wine was a little lonely, and Song Zhichen didn't talk to her, so she simply left the cabin with an umbrella.

I don't know how long I walked along the sea of flowers, and there was a small forest in the distance, and there was a small stream next to the forest.

The water here does not flow much, and even if it rains, the water does not rise, and the mulberry wine puts the umbrella on the lawn.

Then, walking slowly to the front, she took a fighting stance and practiced taekwondo in the rain.

Kicks, 360-degree spins, solid power, all of which she has been studying for eight years.

This ability allowed her to wander around as a girl for a year without encountering any danger.

She was depressed, practiced tirelessly in the rain, and finally jumped into the stream.

Mulberry wine is beautiful, at least this power beauty deeply shocked Song Zhichen.

He held an umbrella in his hand and looked at the little girl in the distance, she was very good.

Her every movement is seductive, her kicking movements, her legs are long and straight.

He also understood what she meant that night, that her legs were long enough for him to play for a long time.

Thinking of this deeper meaning, Song Zhichen's face gradually turned red, he always thought of a lot of bad things to go to recently, and blamed that girl.

Song Zhichen's heart shook at the moment she jumped into the stream, he approached gently, stood on the bank, and asked indifferently, "Isn't it cold?"

It's still a cold voice, but for mulberry wine, it's like a heavenly sound, ringing in my ears.

The mulberry wine raised its head, and the rain ran down its forehead, fell on its long eyelashes, and then down its eyes and chin, and fell into the stream.

She smiled with an extreme smile and said, "Mr. Song Zhichen, I'm very happy now."

Because of an extreme release, and he came to look for her, these made her happy.

"Get up."

Song Zhichen stretched out his hand on the shore, looking at the broad palm, Sang Jiujiu immediately went over and stuffed his palm into his palm.

Her hands are very cold, she is a reckless child, in the rainy weather in the winter, she actually does such an impulsive thing, and she is really still a child.

The first thing he did when he returned to the cabin was to take a hot shower in the bathroom.

She has a very good physique, and she doesn't catch a cold when she tosses like this, and she is still in good spirits.

Song Zhichen did what he did before, sitting on the edge of the bed with a book in his hand and reading English.

Actually, God knows, he was just nervous.

He didn't know how to get along with her.

Mulberry wine came out of the shower, wearing only a loose pure woolen short sleeve, and no pants under the clothes.

Song Zhichen closed his gaze and looked at it indecently.

Sangjiujiu immediately climbed into bed, stuffed himself into the quilt, and said vigorously: "It's cold."

Song Zhichen was a little speechless when he heard her say this, if it was really cold, he wouldn't have run to get drenched in the rain.

He was about to put away his book and go to the kitchen to look at the boiling water that had been boiling before, but he didn't expect a pair of hands wrapped around his waist to come up, and the head of Sangjiujiu leaned on his back.

She likes to do such shameless things, and without Song Zhichen's consent, she eats tofu at will.

Song Zhichen reached out and pulled her hand away, and sat cross-legged on the bed with a pout, a little disappointed.

A man and a woman, living in the same room, he is always so reserved, she has done all this obviously.

Song Zhichen went to the kitchen and brought a cup of hot water and put it on the table next to him, and then went out and left here.

Mulberry wine was brought up and drunk, and he actually took care of her carefully, quietly.

When he came back, Song Zhichen had already changed into a set of clothes, a white sweater and gray pants.

He's always had everything in his car.

Sang Jiujiu glanced at the time, it was almost noon, she got up and asked, "Mr. Song Zhichen, do you want to have lunch?"

People are iron and rice are steel, and her words are superfluous.

But she just asked casually, and then ran to the kitchen.

She only wore short sleeves of pure wool, just enough to cover the base of her thighs, and her dress had a large opening between the collar, and the vest inside was completely visible.

The black shoulder strap was exposed at the shoulder, which made Song Zhichen's heart hot suddenly.

He wanted to reach out and touch her white collarbone, touch her rosy lips.

Thinking of this, Song Zhichen's heart was suddenly cold, and he went out with some trepidation and returned to the car.

He was lying on the steering wheel with his head on the steering wheel and panting vigorously, and his heart was sad and could not be suppressed.

He can't have such an idea, mulberry wine wine is a goblin, which inexplicably appears in his life, and then charms him step by step.

Song Zhichen's eyes were red, and he suddenly hated her appearance and her stalking.

If there was no such thing as her.

He is all good now, he will not be sad, he will not be depressed, and he will not blindly endure himself.

"Mr. Song Zhichen, it's time to eat." It wasn't until a crisp sound came from the door that he came back to his senses.

He thought, he couldn't go on like this.

Song Zhichen relieved his mind, and then got out of the car and returned to the cabin with an umbrella.

The food made with mulberry wine was delicious, and he ate two bowls even if he was in a bad mood.

She ate an astonishing amount of food today, eating four bowls of white rice in one go, and didn't touch any dishes.

After eating, she looked up and saw Song Zhichen's gaze, and explained with a smile: "I consume more physical strength, so I eat more, Mr. Song Zhichen, don't worry, I am actually very good at raising, I only need white rice."

He didn't plan to raise her.

Foster, adoptive parents and children, and foster wives.

But he was destined to have no wife and no children in his life, so as not to bring evil to his offspring.

Song Zhichen lowered his head and put down the bowl, watching her slip into the kitchen to clean up, his heart was very warm.

She took good care of him.

He was grateful, but wouldn't take it.

A twenty-year-old child should find a boy of the same age and have a romantic relationship.

It won't be him.

Sangjiujiu found that Song Zhichen was very silent in the afternoon, and spent more time in his car.

She was clever and suddenly understood that he was alienating her.

Sangjiujiu had to think of a way to find him if he left quietly one day.

The most embarrassing time of the night still came, and Song Zhichen didn't want to sleep with her, lest she mess with herself again.

But it was too cold in the car, so he simply hit the floor.

There was no shortage of quilts in this small cabin, and Song Zhichen laid several layers of bedding, and then lay down in it and slept in it.

He had previously warned: "You climb down again tonight, and when the rain stops, you will go your separate ways."

Sangjiujiu didn't think much of his threat, because as a woman's first instinct, she felt in her heart that he had the idea of abandoning her.

At eleven o'clock, Sangjiujiu put down his mobile phone, then got out of bed and sat cross-legged in front of Song Zhichen.

Song Zhichen seemed to have a premonition, opened his eyes, and looked at her indifferently.

She lowered her head slightly, and the empty clothes on her chest fell into his eyes.

He quickly sat up and didn't look at her.

Song Zhichen had a headache, he had a deep sense of powerlessness, and he couldn't do anything about her.

Sang Jiujiu reached out and grabbed his palm, played with his fingers and said, "Mr. Song Zhichen, it's raining outside, I don't feel safe, I want to sleep with you."

Her fingertips were hot, touching his cold fingers, Song Zhichen withdrew his hand, turned his head to look outside, and refused: "No."

"But I want to." Mulberry wine said firmly.

When Sang Jiujiu said this, he immediately moved two steps, carefully rubbed his head against his arm, and held his arm with both hands.

Song Zhichen wanted to withdraw his hand, but she didn't expect her to hold it down vigorously and not allow him to move.

She is powerful, and for a moment he has no choice but to look at her indifferently.

Song Zhichen finally sighed and said: "Mulberry wine, I used to like a person, also called Jiujiu, so it is impossible for me to like you, you respect yourself."

"Mr. Song Zhichen, there is love in your eyes, but that love has become a guard. I heard you talk in your dreams at night, you said Xiaoxi, you want to be good with him, I know that you are unrequited love. But Mr. Song Zhichen, it doesn't matter, my wine is different from your Jiujiu, I love your wine. ”

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