"Miss Song, would you like some more porridge?" Nanny came to ask

The whole song dynasty looked up and smiled at each other. "Don’t you have enough?"
Aunt Gong has been working here for several years, and today, Mr. Yu asked her to prepare two breakfasts. She didn’t know that there was a woman who saw the little girl during her sleep last night. She smiled and said, "This is the first time that Mr. Yu brought a girl back. If you need anything, just let me know and I’ll clean the floor."
Song Qingcheng grabbed the key and answered, "Didn’t he bring other women here before?"
Aunt Gong said, "At least not in recent years, but Mr. Yu is very busy at work, and sometimes his friend Mr. Gu will spend the night here."
按摩When I received Shen Che’s words, Song Qingcheng was preparing to go out.
"Did you talk to Yu Tingchuan about your grandmother’s surgery?"
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I was surprised to learn that the whole city hadn’t said Shen Che. "Why didn’t you tell him that I asked my wife again? She said that my grandmother was especially old, and most doctors wouldn’t accept the operation. If there was no Yutingchuan to deal with it, I’m afraid it would be hanging."
"We’ll see" Song Qingcheng way
"Last night, I thought he was still very fond of you, grandma. This may be a meal problem for him. You can definitely solve it by playing coquetry with him."
"… I don’t want to rely on people before I try hard myself."
Shen Che frowned. "Part of the reason why you want to marry him is that grandma has the opportunity to put you in front of you. Besides, I’m afraid he won’t blink when he delivers a house and a car with other women. You can ask him for a favor without losing a piece of meat."
Song Qingcheng said, "This is two different things."
Shen Che there was a moment’s silence before saying, "Just think about it yourself and I’ll help you inquire with my wife."
……
After the words, Lao Zhao, the whole floor of Song Dynasty, has been waiting for the living room.
Lao Zhao didn’t say anything when he saw Song Qingcheng’s mouth again, but he felt that the little girl had changed too quickly with the boss. This kind of experience seems to be full of too many unstable factors. A man in his thirties is not a young girl.
Song Qingcheng returned to Lujia at half past nine in the afternoon.
Lu Xishan went to the company with Ge Wenjuan. Aunt Liang heard the door open and saw Song Qingcheng coming back. She also knew that the boss now had a kinder attitude than in the past. "Let’s have lunch at home at noon when Miss is back."
"I took something and left." Song Qingcheng Xuan took off his shoes and went straight upstairs to his room.
Just on the second floor, she met Lu Yunxuan coming out of the bedroom.
Lu Yunxuan, wearing a pink suspender nightgown and just waking up, followed Song Qingcheng to the room with his hands around his chest by the door and asked Song Qingcheng, "Listen to my dad. Is Yu Tingchuan really willing to register marriage with you?"
Song Qingcheng looked up and looked back at Liu Yunxuan. "My cousin will be happy for me if I marry so well."
Liu Yunxuan barely pulled out a smile. "Of course I’m happy for you. I just asked you specially."
"…" Song whole smile.
See the song city picked up the table mouth Liu Yunxuan also paced in and walked to the sofa bench beside the round table and looked at the plate of fruit with drooping eyes. "I have been thinking about the past few years and I miss you calling my sister behind me when you first came to Lujia."
"I also remember you telling me that memories are the cheapest and the most important thing is to be present and past."
Liu Yunxuan smiled slightly and immediately laughed. "You really hold a grudge."
Speaking, she picked up the fruit knife on the plate.
-digression–
At present, the handover of old wine is busy, and the amount of old wine is updated here. During the day, if the class is not even a holiday, it is also very stressful. After careful consideration, I decided to quit my job temporarily. The update should be delayed these days, and I will inform you more.
☆, Chapter 111 Don’t understand, it is good to have no white heart.
"Remember?" Lu Yunxuan said slowly while playing with the fruit knife, "At that time, you just came to Lujia. My mother didn’t like that you often quarreled with my father. When you started school, my father went out on a business trip. My mother pretended not to know anything, so that you couldn’t find anyone. On that day, I just went home to put my bag away and took you to school to sign up for your holiday. If you can’t buy a ticket, I will let the driver at home drive you at a high speed for more than four hours. I am afraid that my mother will make trouble, so I will go to my classmate’s house and lie to her
Song city through hand mouth face look strange.
Some things are not forgotten, but it seems that she has already paid off the so-called’ kindness’.
Liu Yunxuan continued to recall that "the first time you went to Ge’s house, my cousin gave you the yogurt that was just taken out of the refrigerator and then folded it back for me. My playmates also asked me to go out to play and remember to take you." She looked up at Song Qingcheng and smiled. "You were beautiful and obedient and sensible, and it seemed that no one really didn’t like you."
Confirm the mistake of Song Qingcheng and walk to the door.
"You haven’t forgotten Shen Zhi, have you?" Liu Yunxuan sound behind him.
Song Qingcheng stopped slightly, but still pulled open the door that had just been opened by Liu Yunxuan, but before she went out, Liu Yunxuan said, "A few years ago, you asked Shen Zhi when I started talking to him, and he refused to answer you. I can tell you now that you were sentenced in court that night."
"…" Song whole holding the doorknob finger clenched.
"He lived in the courtyard of Tongzi Lane for many years. You should know that the boy had little experience for the first time. I was pressed by him on the sofa and saw the wall sticking to you and taking a photo with him. The next day, I woke up in his arms and he accompanied me to buy medicine because I didn’t wear a condom."
Liu Yunxuan looked at Song Qingcheng’s figure. "Every time he went to Yu Rao to see you, I accompanied him. He was afraid that you would see us well and be stimulated. Every time he made me wait in the car, did he not see you for a month the next year? He said that he was busy with his internship. Did he really forget or wake him up after I found out?"
"What do you want to express when you tell me so much?"
Song Qingcheng turned to Liu Yunxuan’s eyes. "I don’t care about some things, but it doesn’t mean that I really don’t know. It’s just that Uncle Gu asked me to give an example. I know you put white powder in my pocket that night."
Lu Yunxuan froze and then smiled more brightly. "I don’t understand what you said."
Song Qingcheng said, "If you don’t understand, it’s good to be white."
She turned to leave.
The sound of something falling to the ground sounded in the room. Song Qingcheng turned her head and saw that Liu Yunxuan bent down to cover her left wrist. The face was as white as paper, and the fruit knife had fallen to the ground, and the blood overflowed from her white fingers.
Song Qingcheng was surprised at Liu Yunxuan’s self-mutilation. What tricks did she play? Aunt Liang sounded the door. "What’s wrong with you, Miss?"
Aunt Liang’s building was cleaned. I didn’t expect to see such a bloody scene
Liu Yunxuan curled up and squatted down, and the whole person trembled slightly with pain. Next to her, she dropped a fruit knife and stretched out her left arm and wrist. There was more blood on the wool carpet. It can be seen how deep the wound is to shed so much blood in an instant.
Aunt Liang hurried in and pulled six or seven tissues according to Liu Yunxuan’s wound. "What can I do? The blood will definitely stop going to the hospital for a while."
Said and looked up at the eyes outside the song city.
That look was too targeted.
Lu Yunxuan shook her head with a weak voice. "It’s okay, I was careless."
"Who accidentally cut himself such a big mouth!" Aunt Liang obviously doesn’t believe that she has been a housekeeper for Lujia for more than ten years. Looking at Liu Yunxuan growing up, she is distressed. "Lao Li is not at home. I will call an ambulance."
"Aunt Liang, don’t tell my mother," Liu Yunxuan pleaded.

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