Late at night, Song Qingyou lay on the rattan chair and looked at the moonlight outside the window. Her sleep was getting worse and worse these days, and she spent most of the night on this recliner.

It was almost early in the morning before she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, she found that she was back in bed. Song Qingyou's green fingertips brushed the soft sheets and looked at the empty rattan chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. There was a moment of confusion in her eyes. She was so sick that she even had a bad memory.

Already?

The sound of Porridge's claws scratching the door brought her back from her thoughts. Song Qingyou got out of bed in her pajamas. The silk-textured pajamas made her skin smoother and whiter.

As soon as the door opened, Porridge came over.

She bent down, held the porridge in her arms, and walked out. When she saw Xu Ji's food box on the table, her eyes lit up.

Song Qingyou is actually very particular about eating. She is not picky but eats very little. She only takes a few more bites when she meets something she likes.

She served the porridge first before sitting down to eat. When she was almost finished, Song Chang pushed in with two large bags of ingredients.

Song Qingyou was full and looked like a cat after she was satisfied: "Uncle Chang, you are old, don't queue up at Xuji so early in the future."

Song Chang took the things to the kitchen and sorted them, and said doubtfully: "What did the lady say? What is Xu Ji?"

Song Qingyou noticed something was wrong: "Didn't you buy this breakfast?"

Song Chang shook his head: "No."

He went to the supermarket early in the morning to buy food. He had no time to wait in line for Xu Ji for two hours.

If Song Chang didn't buy it, then who did?

Song Qingyou was confused. She suddenly remembered that she had eaten Xu Ji the day Fu Wenzhou was injured not long ago. At that time, she thought it was Song Chang who bought it, but later Gu Bai said that Fu Wenzhou had been here that day.

She raised her eyes: "Who bought Xu Ji last time?"

Song Chang hesitated and finally said: "It's Mr. Fu."

The fact that she slept from the rattan chair to the bed last night was immediately explained.

Song Qingyou didn't say anything. Song Chang thought she was unhappy and quickly explained: "Miss, I know you don't like Mr. Fu. I will not take anything he sends without permission in the future."

Song Qingyou was silent for a while and murmured: "No."

Song Chang: "Nothing?"

Song Qingyou turned around and picked up Congee, her tone was very soft: "There's no reason why I don't like it."

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"You don't like it?"

Fu Wenzhou asked excitedly: "Uncle Chang, are you sure this is what Youyou said?"

Song Chang held his cell phone and doubted himself for a few seconds. He called Fu Wenzhou originally because he wanted to tell him not to break into the lady's house all the time and not to deliver breakfast anymore, so he told Fu Wenzhou all the conversations he had with Song Qingyou in the morning.

Already.

But why does the other person feel so happy with this reaction?

He thought carefully and said again: "The lady did say that, and she also said that you should not do these things again in the future..."

"There's no dislike." Fu Wenzhou automatically filtered Song Chang's words, and the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with joy: "If there's no dislike, isn't it just love? If you don't like it, isn't it love? If you love, isn't it just me? I know you have me in your heart.

!”

Song Chang: "..."

Before he could explain, he only heard a jingling sound, and then the other party hung up the phone.

Song Qingyou got dressed and came downstairs. When she saw Song Chang looking at the phone with a dumbfounded look, she couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong, Uncle Chang?"

Song Chang's eyes twitched, how could he dare to tell Song Qingyou the truth: "No... Miss, should we leave now?"

"Yeah." Song Qingyou bent down and rubbed the head of Qi Zhou lying on the ground: "Don't make trouble, be good."

Song Qingyou was familiar with Congee's house-breaking skills. When Fu Wenzhou first brought him over, her and Fu Tingshen's master bedroom was messed up by the kitten.

Strangely enough, Fu Tingshen never stayed in their new house, but he came back that night.

Fu Tingshen was angry again that night when he saw a cat suddenly appeared in the bedroom, as well as the scratched sofa curtains and the broken antique vase on the floor.

Apart from tearing up the house, the kitten is quite well-behaved at other times. Even when Lin Niao Niao came to bully her, she would raise her paws to scratch Lin Niao Niao. After Lin Niao Niao got the rabies vaccine, she became a good person for a long time.

Who wouldn’t love a kitten who is loyal and protective of her owner?

After Song Qingyou touched Zouzhou's head and scratched its chin, she reluctantly went out.

She inquired that Mrs. Ruan would go to the Yasong Grand Theater to listen to a musical today. The performance team was internationally renowned and tickets were hard to get. Song Qingyou also spent a lot of effort to get the tickets.

Mrs. Ruan usually enters the venue 10 minutes early, and Song Qingyou deliberately rushed ahead of her.

She was dressed plainly and elegantly but still had an innate cold temperament about her. Under the dim theater lights, her facial features had an illusory and unreal beauty.

As soon as Yu Rong sat down, she noticed the little girl next to her, who was quietly writing something in a notebook with a pen. In such a flashy era, there are not many young people who can calm down and listen to musicals, especially those with such outstanding looks.

of.

Yu Rong took a second look, and the more she looked, the more familiar she felt.

The pretty girl in a red dress beside her pulled Yu Rong's arm dissatisfiedly: "Grandma, why are you always staring at people? She's not as good-looking as your granddaughter."

Ruan Yin Yin's appearance is that kind of bright beauty. The Ruan family has given birth to a female baby for several generations. She has been spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, and she was raised to be arrogant and domineering. Therefore, when she first saw someone who was prettier than her,

My grandma's attention was attracted, and the little comparison in her heart came out.

Yu Rong looked away and patted her granddaughter's hand lovingly: "Keep your voice down, this is a theater."

Ruan Yinyin snorted and sat down reluctantly.

She likes punk rock. If her grandma hadn't liked it, she wouldn't have come to a place where she could be hypnotized in three minutes.

When the two of them were talking, Song Qingyou seemed not to hear them.

After the musical started, Song Qingyou listened to the show carefully and wrote something in her notebook from time to time.

This team would perform at the Yasong Grand Theater for a week in a row, and Yu Rong found that every time she came, the same person sat next to her.

In fact, when she went back that night, she remembered who the girl next to her was. At first, Yu Rong wondered whether Song Qingyou had done this on purpose.

After all, this weak, boneless, and sickly beauty just got divorced and opened a venture capital company in partnership with the young master of the Yan family. Recently, she and the Song family have been competing for the Ruan family's projects, so their frequent encounters are somewhat deliberate.

But for five days in a row, she always left right after watching the show without even saying hello to her. To the point where tonight, when she saw the empty seat on the right, Yu Rong felt a little regretful.

Yu Rong took a few glances at the things recorded in the little girl's notebook. They were some of her understanding of musicals. She almost wrote down all the reasons why she has liked musicals for so many years.

Several times she had the rare feeling of being soothed by mountains and flowing water.

After the performance, Yu Rong woke up her granddaughter: "Are you here to accompany grandma or to sleep?"

Ruan Yinyin shook Yu Rong's hand coquettishly: "Grandma, you know I don't like this."
Chapter completed!