Song Yong left the Liang family at the earliest, and the subsequent funeral was handed over to Liang Manyin.

The Song family needs him, and he didn't deal with a lot of things before leaving, but when he came back this time, he was much calmer, no longer so high-spirited and frivolous, and treated all uncles and uncles with respect.

Once in this Vanity Fair, there are no clean people.

However, in a few days, Song Yong's clean temperament has disappeared, and he has more shrewdness in his eyes, and he is gradually becoming a businessman who values interests.

Zhao Zhu followed him and gave him advice, and both of them no longer had the simple nature they once had.

A few times when he met Zhou Xu, Song Yong could laugh at it, not caring about the past grievances, and even Zhou Xu praised him for being really mature.

Song Boyu listened to these things, she applied neck cream, massaged up along her neck, Zhou Xu took off her suit, walked behind her, supported both sides of the seat, and bent down to look at the woman in the mirror.

"I also saw Zhao Zhu." His eyes were deep, his pupils were not Asian's black or dark brown, and when he looked intently at a certain place, he would emit a light similar to that of an amber gemstone, "He is still like that, taciturn, like the shadow of Song Yong."

Picking up a strand of Song Boyu's hair, Zhou Xu smelled the incense, and his heart was comfortable, "I really don't know what you like about him, do you want to learn it?"

"You can't learn."

Song Boyu's unchanged coldness took off his hair, "Try it in the next life, maybe it's possible."

"Then in the next life, can you share your liking with me?"

"It's all said that it's the next life, and I'm definitely not me anymore, and I don't necessarily like that anymore." Song Boyu's impatience was very heavy, "It's really difficult to communicate with you, don't sleep in the same bed with me today, you smell of alcohol."

Zhou Xu's face was expressionless, "It's really sad."

"I won't make you happy here, I want to be happy, go out and turn left in the second room, and I will satisfy you."

It was Su Wan's room.

In Song Boyu's opinion, Zhou Xu is not clear with Su Wan, at first she was disgusting, and then she became numb, whatever they do, as long as they don't bother her.

Song Boyu walked to the side of the bed, Zhou Xu stood in place, picked up a candy on the dresser and looked at it, "What is this?"

"Sugar."

"Who gave it to you?"

In this family, except for Zhou Xu's third brother, who else can eat candy, that young man is not very good in brain and psychology, so he likes these children's things.

"Third brother." After Song Boyu finished speaking, he smothered himself into the futon.

Zhou Xu pinched the candy, walked out of the room after half a ring, did not forget to carefully turn off the light, closed the door, and buckled his footsteps on the quiet corridor, the voice echoed, and as he walked, he pulled up the cuffs of his snow-white shirt.

Knock on the door.

The third brother in the room answered, "Come in."

Zhou Xu walked in, there was a light on next to the desk, dim yellow, and a young boy was sitting there, writing with a pen.

Approached from behind.

He threw the candy on the table, and the pen moving in front of the table was stunned, and he didn't dare to move it again, "Third brother, you move out tomorrow."

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Working overtime, even if the workload exceeds the physical load, Song Yong still has to socialize.

Those are interpersonal contacts that can't be pushed, Zhao Zhu wants to go on his behalf, but he has been there a few times before, those people have drunk three times, and they don't know how thick the sky is after drinking two glasses, and they ridiculed and ridiculed Zhao Zhu's severed fingers, most of them were not good words, it was nothing more than that he had offended the big guys, and Song Yong didn't protect them.

Zhao Zhu didn't care about this, he was psychologically strong, but Song Yong couldn't let his people suffer from white eyes and rumors.

As long as he doesn't fall, he can hold on to this breath.

But meeting Chu Ying on this occasion was unexpected.

No matter where she is, she is bright and dazzling, the intermediary has an inextricable relationship with the educational institution, Chu Ying took the other party is Ji Qian's introduction, and Ji Qian was temporarily called back by the Li family to clean up the aftermath of Li Rao and did not attend.

Chu Ying sat next to Mr. Huang, her eyes drooping, and her long eyelashes were thick

The other party introduced Song Yong, but his hand kept roaming around her waist, "The land that Miss Chu wants, I want to ask our Xiao Song if he agrees."

Mistakes.

At that time, the Song family built a school in Lingbei Village, and at the same time, in order to spread the reputation of charity, they bought several pieces of the same type of land, but the construction was delayed.

Chu Ying was originally handed over to Song's father's subordinates, but Song Ying suddenly came back and took over the project, a few pieces of land are not big projects, and it is a hands-on matter for him, but the other party is Chu Ying, so it is different.

In this kind of field, Chu Ying shouldn't be wooden, but she can't flatter Song Yong, that side is ugly and vain, she doesn't want to face him like that.

"Why don't you toast?" The hand around his waist squeezed down.

Chu Ying was uncomfortable, moved her waist, got up and picked up a full glass, her eyes were not on Song Yong, but the wine was respecting him, next to him was Zhao Zhu, Zhao Zhu moved his heart of compassion, his throat moved slightly, and he wanted to dissuade him.

There was a contemptuous smile on the corner of Song Yong's mouth, as if he was looking at the funny and joking objects of the men who accompanied them, and Mr. Huang patted Chu Ying's back as if he was distressed, "It seems that Miss Chu is really doing this business, who doesn't feel distressed when this cup goes down?"

The person on the other side didn't feel distressed at all.

Chu Ying had tears in the corners of her eyes, she had never been so heartbroken when she was bullied by Song Yong's family, she lost her asylum and her husband, but at this moment, his face was so unfamiliar, she didn't recognize it.

"Business is business, and I won't open the back door here just because I'm a woman." Song Yong's voice was indifferent, sitting upright, not moved at all.

"That's what you offered." Chu Ying didn't want to spend it, whether it was this relationship or this business.

"Also, it's not Miss Chu who pays, so it's naturally not distressing to spend a man's money."

At this time, the heart was squeezing into his throat, and after a few seconds of silence, Chu Ying got up, "I'll go to the bathroom."

Pushed the door out, stayed in a place with clean air for a few minutes to wake up, digested Song Yong's words and turned back, this time she was a woman.

It's normal for her to be the center of discussion as soon as she leaves.

What others say, she doesn't care, Song Yong is different, he was her husband, he was her lover, how could he taunt her with those bastards?

But that's what he did, his tone and demeanor were idle and natural, and Mr. Huang asked, "I heard that Miss Chu and Mr. Xiao Song ......."

Everyone's eyes fell on him in unison.

He poured himself half a glass of wine and poured it down, but the silence was enough to make them think.

"How's that, doesn't it taste the same as those vulgar powders?"

"I forgot." Song Yong put down his wine glass and ran out of patience.

Zhao Zhu, who was sitting next to him, seemed to notice something, and looked at the door, Chu Ying was standing there, his face was white, and his pupils tightened, wanting to stop Song Yong, but it was too late.

His voice was hoarse, "A widow, so boring."

Chu Ying lowered her hand, made a "snap", and heard the sound of her heartbreak.