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"Do you want to drive them away?" Huo Shaoheng blankly took the tissue on the dining table and wiped her tears, "You don't have to cry like this, right?"

"It's not just to drive them away." Gu Nianzhi wrote the three words "Huo Jialan" in Huo Shaoheng's palm, "...and take the right to take care of Mrs. Song from her."

Although Song Jinning is Huo Shaoheng's mother, Huo Shaoheng should have a greater say in her affairs, but for so many years, Huo Jialan has been responsible for taking care of Song Jinning at home. There is no credit and hard work, and Huo Jialan has a special status in the Huo family. I'm afraid I don't know yet.

Huo Shaoheng pondered for a while, and whispered: "I'll talk about it when I go back. Now you go out with me and take my mother downstairs to the garden. Regarding the two servants, just let Jialan fire him."

Gu Nianzhi blinked her big black and white eyes, and realized that Huo Shaoheng might have something to tell her.

"Well, this is the case for today, and I will go back tonight." Gu Nianzhi nodded, smiled at Huo Shaoheng, suddenly stretched out his hand, straightened his collar, and said embarrassedly: "I will get your clothes dirty and go back. Am I washing you?"

Her fingers were soft, and her fingertips were a little cold, and they glided across Huo Shaoheng's neck, like a feather brushing across the heart, bringing a soft and sour meaning.

After finishing the collar, Gu Nianzhi turned and left.

Huo Shaoheng squinted his eyes, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at Gu Nianzhi's back, his lips hooked slightly.

...

"Ms. Song, let's change our clothes. The weather is very good today. The plum blossoms in the garden are blooming. Let's go to enjoy the plum?" Gu Nianzhi was talking, crying and crying just now, turning around and everything was fine.

Song Jinning watched Gu Nianzhi take out a set of rose red herringbone skirt from the Chanel paper bag, with white rabbit fur on the collar and cuffs, and couldn't help but sigh: "...so beautiful."

"You will look more beautiful if you wear it." Gu Nianzhi closed the bedroom door actively, "Come on, you can change it!"

"Ah? Change now? These are for me?" Song Jinning was a little confused, her fingers slid from the rose red Chanel herringbone dress, her reluctance was very obvious, "It's so beautiful..."

"Then put it on." Gu Nianzhi smiled crookedly and her words were very moving.

Song Jinning thought for a while, two blushes appeared on his face, and he lowered his head and muttered softly: "...Guan Chen likes rose red."

Gu Nianzhi: "..."

What a coincidence?

She just thought that Song Jinning's skin was as white as cream, and that she would be particularly charming in rose red, so she deliberately picked this color.

"Okay, okay! We'll have a chance encounter in the garden later! Maybe we will meet Huo...Guanchen." Gu Nianzhi finally held back the word "uncle" and didn't want to add more to Song Jinning. Psychological burden.

She pondered Song Jinning's situation, just like role playing.

Now in Song Jinning's consciousness, she is an eighteen-year-old girl, so Gu Nianzhi only needs to talk to her with the identity and consciousness of a real eighteen-year-old girl.

Song Jinning was really moved by Gu Nianzhi and planned to change clothes.

But Gu Nianzhi stood by the mirror with a smile on her elbow and looked at her. Song Jinning was embarrassed again, and he stubbornly said: "...you... won't you go out and wait?"

"Ms. Song, don't you? We are all women! Don't be embarrassed." Gu Nianzhi blinked her right eye, "Come on, let me see if the clothes I picked for you are the right size."

Song Jinning was relieved, and took off his old-fashioned buckle jacket, revealing the vest-style underwear he was wearing.

Gu Nianzhi: "..."

Well, although it is a vest-style underwear, and Song Jinning is also very thin, but her breasts are still more predictable, of course, it is certainly not more predictable when she is in normal health.

It's just too thin, the butterfly bones on the back can be used as weapons.

The collarbone at the bottom of the neck stretches abruptly under the shoulders,

Gu Nianzhi sighed, walked over to help Song Jinning put on a skirt, and whispered: "Why are you so thin?"

She had bought the smallest size, but she didn't expect to wear it on Song Jinning, but it still didn't fit well.

But the color really matched her.

The milky white skin is even more gorgeous with the rose red herringbone Chanel dress.

...

Gu Nianzhi led Song Jinning out of the small bedroom and found that Xing and You were no longer here.

"Huo Shao?" She raised her voice.

Huo Shaoheng walked out of the small kitchen and was taken aback when he saw Song Jinning, who was dressed up.

He hadn't seen Song Jinning's spirit like this for many years.

In his memory, the mother after the illness was always pale and sluggish. She shrank and looked cautious when looking at people. She was afraid of offending anyone. Even when she saw his father, she secretly looked at her and asked her to go over and say something, she So scared to hide away.

But when she thought no one was paying attention, she would peek at Huo Guanchen intently and shyly.

Huo Guanchen couldn't get close to Song Jinning, he couldn't do a single step.

He can only face her at a safe distance.

Of course it is impossible to force her to live a married life with him.

Huo Guanchen once loved Song Jinning deeply, but this deep love, how much is left in the passage of time, even Huo Shaoheng dare not make a guarantee.

Gu Nianzhi raised an eyebrow at Huo Shaoheng triumphantly: "Huo Shao, how about it? Can we go down now?"

Huo Shaoheng looked at the goose-yellow cashmere pullover, white straight-leg custom woolen pants, and the youthful Gu Nianzhi, and then looked at a rose red Chanel dress. His mother Song Jinning, who was elegant and beautiful like a goddess, smiled slightly and said in a good mood: "OK ,let's go together."

He led the way, Gu Nianzhi took Song Jinning's arm and walked downstairs together.

...

In the living room of the suite where Huo Jialan lived on the second floor, Sao Xing and Sao You were flushing and talking about what they had just been on the third floor.

After finishing speaking, he added gusto and said: "Miss, you have always been the head of this family. For this family, you have no credit and hard work. Now you are beaten in the face by a little fairy who doesn't know where it came from. You have to call us the shots. , Can't let her get into it!"

Huo Jialan frowned, feeling that these two servants were too vulgar. If they hadn't been used for so many years, she would really have to fire them immediately.

"Well, I know. I will arrange other things for you. Mrs. Song, don't worry about it for the time being." Huo Jialan nodded, "You go on vacation first. You will come back when they leave."

Huo Shaoheng and Gu Nianzhi will not stay at home for long. Huo Jialan knows it well, so she doesn't want to confront Gu Nianzhi head-on.

Because she was still not sure where Nianzhi was in Huo Shaoheng's heart, and how much shelter he could get.

Sister Xing and Sister You walked back, Huo Jialan stood alone in the window of her living room and looked out, and she happened to see the garden in the backyard of the Huo family.

There are several plum trees here, at the time when they bloomed most.

A girl wearing a goose yellow pullover and a woman wearing a rose red skirt are walking towards the plum tree.

The calm and tall Huo Shaoheng walked behind them with his hands in his trouser pockets, unable to see his expression.

At this moment, a specially made high-end bulletproof car stopped at the entrance of Huo's house.

When Huo Guanchen got out of the car and passed by Meilin, he suddenly saw Song Jinning in a rose red dress.

She tilted her head and smiled happily at a plum blossom on the tree.

Huo Guanchen hadn't seen Song Jinning look like this in 16 years.

He could not help but stop, his eyes fixed on Song Jinning almost greedily.

Huo Jialan saw this scene in the window on the second floor, smiled slightly, picked up her mobile phone, and made a call: "Aunt Bai, have you come back from the scientific study? Are you back? It just so happens that our family is going to have a New Year reception, can you Are you coming?"

This is the third more two thousand four hundred words.Today, I can finally ask for monthly and recommended tickets.

Especially recommended tickets on Monday!

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