After Fang Zongtang entered the door, he was immediately shocked, where is this mansion, it is simply a small museum!

Starting from the entrance and extending to the innermost, the things that are placed on the ground, on the table, and on the wall are all antiquities.

She's still seeing things from the old mansion here.

Song Yi pointed to the things in the center of the living room and said, "Those were moved from the old mansion." ”

Fang Zongtang automatically translates to, her own.

"When the old house is repaired, put it back."

Song Yi said as he walked into the house with her, "I won't forget it." ”

Fang Zongtang walked to the table and stretched out his hand to wipe it, the thickness of the ash had not been cleaned for at least four or five months.

Song Yi saw it in his eyes, took out a handkerchief, grabbed her fingers, and wiped the ash on it.

"I'm sometimes very busy, and I don't worry about calling Jizong to come."

Fang Zongtang snorted: "Call him here, it's better to let the ashes fall here." ”

Song Yi led the topic to his son: "I heard from the bodyguard that he followed the red carp and rented a house in Yau Ma Tei. ”

Her eyes fell on the porcelain, and without blinking her eyes, she said, "I can rent a house in Yau Ma Tei, and the red carp still has some savings." ”

In order to reassure her, Song Yi briefly talked about the red carp.

"Her family relied on her to buy a house in Happy Valley, and she has made a lot of money in the past few years by Jizong's side."

Fang Zongtang angrily pushed the door into the room.

"You, a father, know everything, and you don't know how to remind you."

Song Yi followed behind and explained: "I reminded him that he really regards the red carp as a relative. Later, I didn't give him any more good things, and I cut half of my pocket money every month. ”

After she entered, she wiped a handful on the Bogu shelf.

"If all the dust in the room is swept together, it will definitely make a large vase."

As soon as Song Yi wanted to wipe her fingers clean with a handkerchief, the handkerchief in her hand was taken away and she went to wipe the vase.

"This cloth is quite soft and has no thorns, so it is best to use it to wipe porcelain." She couldn't bear the dust of good things.

Song Yi saw her start cleaning, turned around and went to the bathroom.

When he came back, he was carrying a bucket of water, his hands were soaked, and he was still holding a clean rag.

"Ah Tang, you help me untie my sleeves, my hands are wet." Song Yi frowned and looked at his two wrists.

The wrist of the white shirt was also a little wet.

She stretched out her ten fingers angrily: "My fingers are all gray, why don't you have clean hands?" ”

Song Yi stretched out his hands to her: "My shirt is silk, it can't be wet, your hands are all dust, there is no water." ”

She glanced at Song Yi's clothes, which were really silky.

"You're a big man, why are you dressed so pretentiously?" She wiped her fingers on the handkerchief, and with a few clicks of her fingers she unbuttoned it.

Song Yi: "Roll it up a little, there is a cuff in it, you can tie it." ”

She said in her heart, if it weren't for the fact that you have done so many things, I would have beaten you a long time ago.

"Didn't you wear a white shirt when you went to school? Why do you wear a white shirt every day now? ”

Song Yi looked down at the person who was impatiently looking for the armband, and his Adam's apple moved.

"Because I've heard people say it's nice to wear a shirt."

Fang Zongtang laughed angrily: "What's the use of just having a temperament, wearing uncomfortable clothes, is it just to show for others?" ”

Song Yi's eyes moved, and he asked back: "Isn't it?" ”