After a hidden marriage with the president

After Song Qingran and Zuo Chen left, they asked the driver to send back the clothes they bought, and Zuo Chen took her to the top floor for lunch.

Asking President Zuo to choose a place to eat, either the style is high or the price is expensive, Song Qingran secretly sighed that capitalists are really extravagant and wasteful.

The top floor is full of restaurants, and Zuo Chen took her to choose the restaurant with luxurious decoration and high-end appearance without accident.

Song Qingran took a look at the menu, the names of the dishes were too literary to comprehend, the photos looked flashy, and the prices were extremely expensive.

Song Qingran felt that since she went to live in the university, the few pampering habits she had developed in the Song family were almost gone.

In the end, after arguing with Zuo Chen, he lived in his house and forced him to cultivate more.

For example, Song Qingran didn't like to eat breakfast in the past, but now he would get hungry if he didn't eat the breakfast he raised.

Song Qingran had no choice but to hand this menu to Zuo Chen, "Come on, I'm not picky."

Miss Song, who said she was not picky eaters, was more picky eaters than anyone else, but she was picky eaters according to her mood.

Song Qingran was overjoyed to see Mu Yiran and Su Yiran embarrassing themselves in public and lose face. He was in a good mood, and now it's delicious to eat.

Zuo Chen didn't really study much about food, and it was his first time visiting this restaurant. He closed the menu and asked the waiter to order the signature dishes of the restaurant one by one.

The corners of Song Qingran's eyes twitched, "There are only two of us, we can't finish eating."

"It's okay, take a bite of each dish and try the taste."

"what?"

"You will be the boss's wife to inspect the work and test the quality. If the food is not delicious, the contract will be terminated tomorrow."

Song Qingran, "..."

He almost forgot that this entire economic and trade market is Zuo Chen's territory, so the richness will not flow into the field of outsiders!
When the food came, Song Qingran really tasted each dish, and then picked out a few good dishes and wrote down the names of the dishes.

While eating, Zuo Chen's cell phone rang suddenly.

He got up to answer the phone, and when he came back, he said: "Grandma called, let's go back to the old house."

"Hmm..." Song Qingran bit his chopsticks, "Okay, then let's go quickly, don't keep grandma waiting."

Zuo Chen looked at her apologetically, "Are you full? Eat a little longer if you're not full. Grandma is in no hurry."

Song Qingran couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Do you think I'm a pig? I'm already full, how about you?"

"I'm done eating too, let's go."

Zuo Chen took his clothes and took Song Qingran downstairs.

Zuo Chen asked the driver to take a taxi and left first, and drove Song Qingran back by himself.

Song Qingran was a freshman in the old house for the first time, and an acquaintance for the second time. When Song Qingran arrived at the old house, Aunt Zhong waited for them at the entrance of the hall as usual.

"Hello, Aunt Zhong." Song Qingran greeted her proactively.

Aunt Zhong smiled shyly, "Hi, Madam, and Master."

Aunt Zhong looked at the younger generation with love in her eyes, and the corners of her eyes were wrinkled with a smile, "Hurry up and go in, the old lady has been waiting for a long time."

"Okay." Zuo Chen stopped Song Qingran's shoulder with one hand, and put his coat on his shoulder with the other hand, and walked leisurely into the hall.

The old lady was rarely seen wearing a dark purple cheongsam, with intricate buttons on the neckline, and her gray hair was combed meticulously.

The old lady was sitting on the sofa, drinking a cup of tea slowly.

Song Qingran felt that the old lady was in good spirits today, so she approached the old lady obediently and said hello, "Grandma is good."

"Well," the old lady put down her teacup and asked very kindly, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"Eat it, grandma doesn't care about us."

"That's good."

I don't know why, usually when Song Qingran came to the old house, the servants were always busy, and it didn't seem that the old house was deserted, but today, those people didn't know where they went, on the contrary, it showed the coldness of the old house.

It was eerily quiet.

The old lady's dress today is also different from the past, somewhat rigorous and dignified.

Song Qingran shrank her neck slightly, feeling a little weird.

The old lady beckoned them to sit down, and Aunt Zhong brought some fruits and desserts.

Song Qingran thanked him, poked a piece of apple with a fork and handed it to Zuo Chen.

"En?" Zuo Chen raised his eyebrows, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "Hey me?"

Song Qingran approached a head, and whispered: "I think something is wrong with grandma today."

Zuo Chen opened his mouth and bit off the apple without saying anything.

The old lady watched the two people's crooked actions from the side, and laughed for a while.

Song Qingran also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, as if this is what an old lady should be like.

"Chen'er, I have something to say to you, come upstairs with me." The old lady stood up first, and before leaving, she glanced at Song Qingran with a smile, "Qingran stay by herself for a while."

"Okay." Song Qingran nodded.

Zuo Chen rubbed her head and followed the old lady up.

study.

The door closed with a click, and the old lady crossed my hands uncomfortably on my chest, clenched tightly.

Zuo Chen smiled, "Grandma, what happened to you today? Qing Ran said that you are not in the right state."

The old lady seemed startled, her chest heaved up and down when she turned around.

"I..." the old lady's face seemed to be a little pale, "Chen'er, grandma took you and Qingran's birth date to someone to calculate."

Zuo Chen didn't care much and smiled, he only thought that the old lady was an old superstition, and he didn't know what he could do to make the old lady behave like this.

"Grandma, when did you become superstitious?"

"Chen'er, this is not superstition!" The old lady was a little anxious and angry, she took a breath and continued, "Qingran's horoscope is very suitable for you."

"Isn't that a good thing? Why are you like this?"
The old lady took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind. She walked to the desk, took out a piece of paper from under a thick book, held it in her hand, and did not move for a long time.

Zuo Chen realized that something was wrong, he took two steps forward and asked, "Is this for me?"

The old lady raised her head, her eyes were clouded with mist, she handed the thin piece of paper to Zuo Chen with trembling hands.

Zuo Chen took it suspiciously, and glanced at the piece of paper from the corner of his eye, his face suddenly gloomy and terrifying.

"Impossible, don't even think about it." Zuo Chen refused without hesitation.

The old lady stood up abruptly, "Chen'er, it's almost time, please don't be so self-willed." With tears in her eyes, her tone was full of pleading.

Zuo Chen's eyelids twitched, and his tone softened a lot, "Grandma, these are all nonsense, how can there be such a cruel method to cure the disease. I will not do these things to others, let alone Qingran .”

"Chen'er, what about your illness? In less than a few days, it will be time for you to get sick. What should you do? You are the only family member left for grandma, you can't have any accidents!"

Zuo Chen placed his hands on the old lady's shoulders, and patted them comfortingly, "Grandma, I've been here for so many years, what can't be done, I'll be fine, don't worry."

"No! I don't agree!" The old lady was a little annoyed, "You must listen to me this time, if you don't want to do it, I will do it! I will be the villain!"

"Grandma!" Zuo Chen's voice raised a lot, and his eyes changed, "It's not about who is the villain, it's the person you want to touch is Song Qingran and my wife. I won't allow such a thing to happen, let alone Anyone is allowed to send her, understand?"

His speech slowed down a lot, and his eyes were fixed on the old lady's every move. The old lady heard the warning in the words. She didn't expect her grandson to take such a fancy to that woman...

Zuo Chen had finished what he wanted to say, he folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket, "I'll pretend I haven't heard about what happened today, grandma, and you also pretend you don't know anything."

After finishing speaking, he opened the door, and the cold wind from the corridor blew in, and the old lady shivered...

The paper in Zuo Chen's pocket, a thin sheet, recorded his onset date and symptoms from childhood to adulthood, and finally the birthdays of him and Song Qingran.

The old lady asked someone to calculate the result: only Song Qingran's hard work can save Zuo Chen.

Not to mention that he didn't believe in such things, even if he did, it was absolutely impossible to use Song Qingran's hard work to save himself.

What age is this, how can there be stories of eating human blood!
He can understand grandma's desire to save him, but no one is allowed to touch him.

When Zuo Chen went downstairs, Song Qingran lay crookedly on the sofa and fell asleep with a pillow in his arms, with an unknown smile on the corner of his mouth.

Many times she likes to laugh, and she seems to like to watch others laugh.

Zuo Chen once received cold jokes from her.

—Banana Peel was too hot to take off his clothes while walking, and slipped himself.

——"Girl, do you like reading?"

"like."

"Uncle likes to see you too."

——A said: "Do you think my new hairdo will make me look ugly?"

B replied: "No."

A asked: "Really? Not at all?"

B said: "Really not. Because your ugliness has nothing to do with your hair."

……

She sent countless posts like this, but in the end she only sent the key point of "Mr. Zuo, you look good when you smile, do you want to smile more?"

So, how could he promise grandma.

Song Qingran was sleeping soundly on the sofa, Zuo Chen shook his head helplessly, and walked over softly.

"Qingran, Qingran, wake up, we're going home!" Zuo Chen stroked the sweat off Song Qingran's face, then patted her on the shoulder lightly.

Song Qingran vaguely heard someone calling his name.

She forced herself to open her eyes, and found that Zuo Chen was squatting beside the sofa, looking at her affectionately.

"It's you! Is the matter over? Are we fairies going home?"

Song Qingran forced herself to wake up from her sleep, half asleep and half awake, her soft tone tinged with coquettishness.

However, her upper and lower eyelids were too heavy, and when she finished saying this, they closed them again heavily, and Song Qingran fell into a complete coma.

Zuo Chen just saw her confused expression after she opened it, and instantly regretted waking her up, but he didn't expect that she could fall asleep again.

He smiled helplessly, then bent down, hugged Song Qingran tightly in his arms like a princess, and then strode away from the old house.

The old lady didn't go downstairs to disturb her anymore, she watched the two leave from the stairs, sighed softly, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Zuo Chen called the driver of an old house, and when he saw him coming out with Song Qingran in his arms, the driver hurriedly opened the car door, making it easier for the two of them to get in and out!
Zuo Chen nimbly got into the car with Song Qingran in his arms, then put her on his lap, and carefully rested her head on his shoulder, then took the documents on the side and continued to read.

The driver who had just gotten into the car was shocked when he saw this scene.

He said, "What did I do wrong, why should I bully a single dog like this."

He wanted to boldly say, "Sir, you can put Madam's house on the car seat, and I can drive more slowly!"

But he still didn't dare.

The old grandmother who followed Zuo Chen out of the study saw everything that happened just now.

She felt sorry for her good grandson even more. Zuo Chen was very lively and cute when he was a child, but as he got older, he became quieter.

This was the first time she saw the grown up Zuo Chen smiling.

Her Chen'er!He has been suffering from illness for so many years, and now he finally has a cure, but he
She recalled the scene just now in her mind over and over again, and there was a stabbing pain in her heart.

She couldn't help but clutched her chest tightly.

A servant at the side saw her, and quickly helped her to sit on the sofa, "Madam, are you sick again, I'll get you medicine!"