With the warmth brought by the sporadic memories, Han Song's chest was a little stuffy, her airways seemed to be blocked, she couldn't breathe at all, her brain was blank, and her emotions seemed to be gradually out of control.

Is she sick?

She tried her best to calm herself, but her limbs stiffened completely as if they were out of control.

Over the years, she has been like this, but it doesn't matter, after all, she has experienced more difficult and uncomfortable things than the onset of the disease.

It wasn't until more than an hour later that she breathed a sigh of relief.

Early the next morning, she was preparing Shang Feng's breakfast, looking at the steaming milk, she really wanted to put some medicine in it!

However, she just thought about it......

As soon as the milk was brought to the table, she heard the other servants in the house screaming.

"This ...... What's going on?! ”

"Oh my God! This is one of Mr. Shang's favorite paintings! Why did it look like this! ”

"Who was here last night?"

Listening to the chatter of the servants, Han Song went to the living room.

And coincidentally, Shang Feng happened to slowly walk down from the upper floor at this time.

"What's the matter?"

The servant who watched Han Song cleaning last night saw Shang Feng coming down, so he went up directly to file a complaint, "Mr. Shang, your painting has been destroyed!" ”

Shang Feng glanced at the painting that hung on the wall, but it was already unrecognizable, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, "That painting...... I remember last night was fine...... Who came to the living room last night? ”

As soon as the maid saw the opportunity, he immediately said to Shang Feng: "Mr. Shang, only Han Song was in the living room last night, and the others went to rest early. ”

I don't know why, when he heard the maid call Han Song's name, Shang Feng's heart felt a little unhappy. However, he didn't show it immediately, but looked directly at Han Song on the side, "You can explain." ”

Han Song shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "I don't know. I was so tired last night that I went straight to bed. ”

"Where did you sleep?"

"On the couch."

Shang Feng sneered and asked, "Is it appropriate for you to sleep on the sofa as a servant?" ”

originally thought that Han Song would be as silent as yesterday, but who knew that she replied directly: "This is my Han family's house, everything in it is my Han family's, even if I come back, I will go back to my own home, sleep on the sofa, and sleep on the sofa of my own home, what qualifications do you have to say so much!" ”

Han Song's words really didn't save Shang Feng any face, just like before.

Although the servants around them didn't dare to say anything, they could see from their expressions that they had their own thoughts.

Shang Feng's face became more and more ugly, "You broke my painting, and you dare to be so arrogant?!" ”

"I didn't break the painting!" Han Song's most annoying thing since she was a child was that others wronged her...... So in the face of this situation, she didn't have any extra emotions except anger.

However, Shang Feng didn't pay attention to it so much, but directly gave her a death order: "Today, wash all the carpets in the house!" Including the hygiene of the house, all cleaned! When I come back in the evening, I want to see that it is spotless! ”

After saying that, Shang Feng wanted to turn around and leave, but just as he was leaving, he turned around as if he suddenly thought of something, "By the way, don't forget what I told you yesterday, the preparation of dinner will be handed over to you." ”

Looking at Shang Feng's back, Han Song was really angry and exploded, but she endured it......

The sun was very strong today, and the scorching sun shone on her skin slightly, and she was washing the big carpet alone under the scorching sun, looking particularly bulky.

However, just when she finally washed the carpet and was ready to dry, the carpet fell directly to the ground......

The freshly washed carpet was glued to the dust again in an instant......

When he saw that the fruits of his hard work were ruined in his hands like this, Han Song was really angry! Instead of picking up the carpet, she stomped her feet it again!

Shang Feng! Your uncle's!!

She cursed silently in her heart.

Originally, Shang Feng said that he would bring guests back for dinner in the evening, but it was already past ten o'clock, and it was dark outside, and he didn't come back for a long time. Han Song looked at the food on the table, she was already hungry after a day's work today, she saw that there was no one around, so she directly picked up chopsticks and ate secretly.

Maybe it was because she had too much fun eating, and when Shang Feng came back, she was arrested before she could even put down her chopsticks.

"Yo! I'm eating~! Shang Feng quipped.

Seeing that he should be in a good mood, Han Song hurriedly put down his chopsticks and stood up.

"Have you eaten enough?"

"Uh-huh." Han Song nodded.

"That's just right, accompany me somewhere."

"Huh?" Han Song didn't react a little.

Shang Feng: What kind of medicine is this sold in the gourd......

"What do you mean by that?" Han Song frowned.

Maybe she thought that Shang Feng was going to deliberately make things difficult for her again.

However, Shang Feng didn't let her go to work or anything like that, and didn't even make any requests that made her angry, but just asked the assistant next to her to bring over a few boxes containing dresses.

"You go get a change."

"Oh." Han Song didn't ask too much, then took the dress box and walked quickly into the bathroom.

After changing her clothes, she stood in the mirror for a few minutes, looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

She is now in her thirties, but her face is still beautiful and youthful, just like a young girl in her twenties, her slender figure has no fat, and her skin is still firm.

She slowly walked out of the bathroom, and Shang Feng turned around when he heard the sound. Looking at the woman in front of him, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

To be honest, at this very moment, he felt the feeling of his heart beating faster for a long time......

"You ......"

"Didn't you say you were going to take me somewhere? Let's go! Han Song reminded expressionlessly.

Shang Feng had just found a little bit of first love, and he was so ruthlessly planned by her, but he was not angry, because what happened next might completely destroy Han Song's last bit of self-esteem.

At night in City A, the lights are bright, and in the golden hotel lobby, the hypocritical faces of celebrities from all walks of life will be seen in this kind of place.

Han Song didn't hold Shang Feng's arm, but followed him all the time.