Trafford’s Trading Club

Song Cherry will meet Rochu outside unexpectedly.

She should have been able to sleep safely once Song Haoran had heard the news that she was safe and sound - but when she returned to her room, she became sleepless.

It was actually a little too early to go to sleep… 9: 00 p.m.

She was just going to walk out of the yard, blow a cool breeze or something, and then she saw Rochu, who was also in the yard.

He should have come earlier than he did - and Lochu now lives in the heart of the cold house, which is actually the yard.

Song Cherry wanted to turn around and left, but wondered what this guy was doing... When Song Cherry stunned, Lok Chew actually watered the flowers here at this time.

In this yard, there are many bonsai, these bonsai are the work of Song Tianyu during these years of cultivation and pottery.

“You're boring.” Song Cherry came to Lo Qiu and said it without a shred of salt.

“I kinda don't want to read tonight, and I don't have much TV to watch.” Rocchu watered the side of the water casually: “Looking at the bonsai here seems to be out of control for some time, so just do it. ”

Song Cherry shook his head: “These bonsai scenes are my grandfather's heart, don't mess up my grandfather's heart! ”

Rochu laughed. “It's just watering down and cleaning up some dead leaves and weeds. It can't be destroyed. Are you coming, too? ”

Rochu took the scissors from the bonsai shelf and sent them to Song Cherry.

“Why should I cut it with you?” Song Cherry frowned, holding his hands and squeezing his chest out.

Lochu just pulled the curvature of the smile slightly larger and still didn't retract the shears.

Song Cherry's eyes gradually became a little hesitant...

……

Why would I do something like that with him?

Song Cherry eventually picked up the shears and started cutting some withered leaves for the bonsai.

In fact, Song Cherry knows that he is actually a very difficult person to refuse. But I don't know when she started to ignore other people's requests, shielding all voices who turned to her from thinking.

Continuously responding to other people's requests is a very arduous thing… for example, the existence of Chinatown. She knew that Grandpa Song Tianyu was nostalgic and that he had special feelings for the Chinese diaspora, but that did not mean that Song Cherry could accept the ‘birth door’ of the China Street Chamber of Commerce.

On many occasions, 'raw doors' can easily breed a bunch of cavities that don't do anything, waiting for problems to be solved - as well as rents that have remained constant for so many years.

Those people, I'm afraid, have long forgotten where they live, where they do business, every inch of it belongs to the Song family —— they have long regarded the measured land as their property.

Even, some new measures will be resisted... Soft hearts and minds will only put themselves in a dilemma, so Song Cherry's attitude towards China Street is also superficial and back-to-back.

Just like cutting out the dead leaves from these bonsai landscapes, you should also cut off what parasitizes on the big tree of the Song family in order to maintain the healthy growth of the big tree of the Song family.

Cut! Cut!

Looking generally at Rochu, who is weeding across from the bonsai shelf, Song Cherry's scissors make a quick and regular bite sound.

It seemed that Song Cherry's eyes were somewhat perceived. Luo Qiu raised his head and saw Song Cherry at the moment he met his gaze. He hummed softly and went somewhere else.

Lochu took a look at the place she had just clipped, and by accident it was very neat, unlike an unshackled trim, which she probably learned. It's just... after I cut it, I let those leaves scatter all over the place, but it doesn't look perfect enough.

Lochu shook his head, took the broom and shovel, and swept the leaves away.

Song Cherry did not continue to prune the bonsai, but sat on a stone drum bench in the yard, and suddenly said: “Actually, I think you are a good domestic servant. ”

“Why?” asked Rochu curiously.

Song Cherry squinted his eyes and smiled: “Because you look like a pain in the ass. Nobody told you, you're special? ”

“But there is. ”

However, Song Cherry unexpectedly admitted it very directly this time. “I've been weak ever since I was a kid," he said. It seems that my mother suffered from the cold when she was pregnant with me. After I was born, the doctor said I was a disease root, and I grew up a little slower than the same age, so I looked thin. ”

Song Cherry... Isn't this the conversation she was expecting?

“Probably in elementary school?” Rocciu had some memories on his face, and his palms were swinging, "probably that tall, much worse than his peers. And it still looks thin. My mother used to say I was like a girl. ”

Lo Qiu suddenly laughed, it was a smile that made Song Cherry look very happy, she suddenly had some thoughts... thinking about how this guy was when he was a kid in his parents' arms.

What will it look like?

Perhaps that's quite different from what it is now.

“Then I started taking some Chinese medicine and doing acupuncture, and then my father started to consciously exercise me, and gradually my health started to get better, and after a few years it got healthier. ”

“And then what?” Song Sakura asked consciously.

"After a few years of neglect, he didn't exercise much until he went to college. He probably looked a little thin," said Rochu. ”

Song Cherry weighed his head, then suddenly stood up and walked in front of Luo Qiu. He grabbed Luo Qiu's arm as he touched his chin and studied: “Well... this skeleton does, but it doesn't have much meat. But to be honest, the type of eight abs like my uncle doesn't suit you either, so let's keep going with the pussy. ”

Luo Qiuguan smiled.

Song Cherry suddenly weighed Lochu seriously, and said positively: "Can I ask you a question… why don't you seem angry, is there anything that would make you a little excited? Don't say anything angry, at least after ordinary people see something they like, there will always be some emotional fluctuations... you, don't you? ”

“Something I like…” Rochu thought for a while, "Yes. ”

“What is it?” Song Cherry seemed to have discovered a new continent and suddenly raised his ears.

“I like your soul, for example. ”

Song Xuezhang Zhangkou - Lok Qiu's sudden answer made her a little surprised, “My soul? ”

"As if it were a ruin of the sea," said Roquette softly. It is always protected by a hard shell. You can't pry this mussel open because you're afraid that if you use violence, it will scare you. It may change color as a result, but you can't always know its true color until you open it yourself. Maybe it's as beautiful as you'd expect, maybe it's just the most ordinary pearl's milk white. But one thing is for sure: your sense of anticipation for it, and the growth it has itself. These, in fact, are wonderful things. ”

Song Cherry blinked his eyes and took the meaning of the phrase for a moment. He wrinkled and said: “What the hell? What do you expect of me and my own growth? ”

"You're beautiful," said Rochu softly. "Perhaps you could be more beautiful. ”

Song Sakura's consciousness widened her eyes - it was not the first time she had heard anything like that from the mouth of Lo Qiu. She disturbed her head and subconsciously said: "This… I can think of this as what you want to do to me or something… what do you mean? ”

“Don't want to do anything.” Rochu shook his head: “For me now, it's actually enough to look at it quietly. Liking you doesn't mean that it's between a man and a woman… perhaps even admiration. People who love flowers, for example, love the beauty of flowers. ”

Song Cherry had to rub her forehead, some couldn't touch Lochu's attitude, which made her suddenly feel a little numb... Originally, no one could have said such a thing in such a derogatory way!

“Anyway! You don't have any strange thoughts about me. I don't have any strange thoughts about you, okay? ”

“Do you want to go on?” Rochu handed out the shears again.

“I wouldn't worry about giving Grandpa's bonsai to a doorman like you!” Song Cherry snorted and took the shears directly from Rochu's hand.

She cut the leaves from this basin behind Rochu's back and suddenly asked, "What do you think of the sweet pot? ”

“Like lotus flowers. ”

“Lotus? ”

“And Tillian, be with you. ”

What's that supposed to mean?

Song Sakura's hand froze... and Tillian?

I don't think this guy is going to put both of them together... but Grandpa has already sent out the bonito, in the look of the bonito...

And myself...

If this guy has that kind of meaning... will he...

“I warn you, don't even think about it!” Song Cherry turned around suddenly and the scissors on his hand pointed straight at Lo Qiu, “If you feel it, I will click!! ”

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

And Rochu said, "How are you? Are you feeling better? ”

“Good for your sister! I hate seeing you!” Song Cherry has to bite his teeth... There is always a feeling of being played, I can't wait to beat this guy up now!

Lochu suddenly said: "It should take a while to repair it, because the sweet red is injured. I don't think it's a good idea to use me as a bodyguard or anything. I would like to talk to Master Song, let her temporarily withdraw the bonus, there should be no problem. And..."

He suddenly walked in front of Song Cherry.

Song Cherry suddenly backed off a little scared - she rarely allowed strange men to get so close to herself, or in this strange atmosphere.

But if she takes a step back, she's bound to crash onto the bonsai shelf, and she has to stop.

Luo Qiu reached out - it was easy for Song Cherry to understand his intentions and let her reach out herself.

“What do you want!” Song Cherry glanced and suddenly regained some momentum.

But Rochu just smiled and didn't talk.

Song Cherry is also a big head for a while... this is the same look, and this is the unwell rejected look and attitude - like knowing that you will definitely do the same kind of attitude.

“What the hell do you want to do!” Song Cherry hesitated for a while and finally reached out and stacked his palm on Lochu's palm.

Luo Qiu flipped Song Sakura's palm and placed a silver bracelet on her palm.

“This is…”

She always had this almost identical silver bracelet on her wrist.

“I think it would be most appropriate for you to return it to the hands of Kale.” Rochu said softly, "Since it's a witness, don't take it off again. Because one more time, I might have to hand it over. ”

……

Because one more time, I might have to give it up.

Song Cherry sat on the drumstone stool in the yard herself, her hands leaned against the marble table, with her cheeks on the moon, the silver bracelet was placed in front of her.

Lochu has left.

It always feels like life is a mess...

……

……

“Mr. White, this way, please. ”

“Excuse me. ”

“You're welcome. ”

The maid is taking White Water Pond to rest in the room prepared for him - because of his marriage to the Songs, if White Water Pond stays in the cold house, it will also be entertained into the central area of the cold house.

For outsiders, being entertained to spend the night here can actually be regarded as a capital.

White water pond followed the servant behind, gauging the view inside the cold house... no matter how many times I looked at it, so many things are so extraordinary, it really makes people have to hold it in their hands.

It's just some ideas from White Pond that quickly fade away like a tide - because in front of the corridor, a young man is walking slowly.

White Pond always feels that the other person's eyes fall on him, making him feel unnatural.

“Good evening, Master Qiu!” As soon as the maid saw the young man come, she asked respectfully.

Seeing the young man smile, he sort of beat the summons, then nodded slightly towards the white pond, and walked straight past him.

When the young man felt a few meters away from himself, the white pond unconsciously relieved himself, a sense of impulse that he could not clearly speak of, before disappearing.

Turning subconsciously to the white pond, the young man was no longer visible, and he had disappeared into the corner of the corridor.

What a horrible feeling... the feeling of repression makes White Water Pond look like Song Tianyu more than a decade ago.

But Song Tianyu gave him the feeling of decisiveness, hegemony, respect, unquestionable... and this young guy made him feel humble to the extreme!

“Who is this young man?” White Pond couldn't help but watch the maid ask.

Because Bai Shui Tang had a close relationship with the Song family, the servant didn't really want to think about it at this time, so he said directly: “Mr. Bai, he is Master Qiu, now he is Master Sun of the Song family, he has recognized it. Master Sun is back, it's been a pleasure! ”

The white pond was slightly flashed, and he suddenly remembered that he had an affair with this young man - at that time, he did follow Song Haoran.

But...

Young Master Sung of the Song family... Sun!

Isn't there another heir to the Song family?

PS: I was going to write the code at night, but at the end of recent years, there was a sudden increase in strange dining, and this time it was still a mess by a few strange guys, I didn't know how to get home and the clothes were messy... Anyway, I finished the code and hid it.