After a hidden marriage with the president

Song Qingran couldn't refuse the old lady's offer after repeated refusals, and finally had to go down holding the box.

Zuo Chen looked at the things in her hand, smiled and took her over, "Grandma, it's getting late, let's go back first."

The old lady held Song Qingran's hand with some reluctance, "Come and spend time with grandma when you have time."

Song Qingran felt the heat from the palm of his hand, and felt warm in his heart, "Okay, I'll come over when I'm free."

The driver had already gone back, and Zuo Chen drove a car from the garage to take her back.

After getting in the car, Song Qingran pushed the box over, "Grandma gave it to you and said it was for your daughter-in-law. It's too expensive, so I can't accept it."

Zuo Chen was driving, took a look and said: "You can take what grandma gave you, aren't you my wife?"

Song Qingran was embarrassed, "The two of us... it's just a cooperative relationship. You should leave these things to the person you really like."

"Hold it first," Zuo Chen took the time to look at her, Song Qingran couldn't see his expression clearly because of the neon lights outside the window, "You keep it first, if I find it later, I'll ask you for it."

What he said was reasonable, Song Qingran hesitated for a moment, and nodded in agreement.

It was getting late after returning home, Song Qingran still had class tomorrow, so she went back to her room to rest after washing up.

As a result, she tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

For a while, the impulsive acquisition of the certificate by the Civil Affairs Bureau, for a while, the two figures of Su Yiran and Mu Yiyi who made her sick, and finally everything about the Zuo family's old house today appeared...

The members of the Zuo family seemed to dote on Zuo Chen, and they were very attentive to the old lady, but she just felt... something strange.

Song Qingran couldn't fall asleep anymore, the room was a little stuffy, she got up, put on her pajamas and went downstairs.

Song Qingran didn't turn on the light, and saw a figure on the balcony by the moonlight outside the window.

It was still the same black shirt during the day, with three buttons undone at the neckline, revealing the slender collarbone, the Adam's apple sliding up and down on the slender neck, with one hand in the pocket, and a cigarette in the other hand, scarlet light spots Move in the dark.

Zuo Chen leaned against the door frame of the balcony, tilted his head and looked out the window, with a somewhat indifferent expression.

Song Qingran has never seen Zuo Chen smoking a cigarette, this is the first time, he was a little obsessed with it for a while, he seems more charming like this...

The window was not closed, and a gust of cool wind blew in, making Song Qingran tremble all over.

Fuck!What is she thinking!

Simply masculine allure.

Song Qingran was sucked by the wind, Zuo Chen's ears were sensitive, and he heard the sound and looked over.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" He pinched out his cigarette and didn't come this way, fearing that the smell of cigarettes on his body would choke her.

Song Qingran rubbed his nose, "I couldn't sleep, so I came out to get some air, I didn't expect you to be here."

Seeing that she was wearing thin clothes, Zuo Chen was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he closed the window and waited for the smell of smoke to dissipate.

He picked up the blanket on the sofa and wrapped Song Qingran up, "Don't catch a cold, go to bed early."

Song Qingran felt warm, and looked up at him, "Can I ask you a question?"

Zuo Chen felt that she probably really couldn't fall asleep, so he didn't force her to go back to sleep.

"Ask." He pulled her to sit on the sofa, and went to the kitchen to get her a cup of hot water.

"Today in the old house, I feel... grandma..."

"Heh—" Before Song Qingran could finish speaking, Zuo Chen burst out laughing, "You held it in for a long time, right? You're only asking now."

Song Qingran, who was poked in the center of his mind, drank silently to calm down.

Zuo Chen leaned on the sofa, with his head thrown back, his eyes staring at the ceiling, for a long time in the darkness there was only the sound of their breathing.

Just when Song Qingran thought he couldn't speak, the voice sounded again.

"Grandma actually sometimes has a bad memory and poor spirits, after my grandpa and parents passed away."

Song Qingran was dumbfounded. She suddenly realized that Zuo Chen, like her, was a poor little man who had lost his family.

The feeling of sympathy came out again, and she subconsciously reached out and touched his back.

"Uh... don't be sad, at least you still have a grandma."

Zuo Chen laughed when she carefully comforted him, "It's okay, I don't feel sad for a long time. I just want to say that the servants in the old house are all carefully selected by me. They work for a long time, and they all look like It's like my own family. Moreover, grandma is actually very lonely. Sometimes I am very busy with work, and I don't go back to see her for ten days and half a month. Therefore, I hope that if you have time in the future, you can spend more time with her for me. ,OK?"

The courtyard of Zuo's old house is many times larger than Zuo Chen's villa in Qianwan, but there are only old ladies and servants in the house. During the holidays, the servants have to go home on vacation, but Zuo Chen, the big Zuo Chen, doesn't care. I must be able to rest. At that time, there was only the old lady in the old house.

Song Qingran thought how lonely it would be to guard a house by himself.

She grabbed Zuo Chen's hand tightly, "Don't worry, I will go and talk with her when I have time, and I won't let her be alone."

Song Qingran's serious expression made Zuo Chen laugh, and he rubbed her hair, "It's getting late, I've already said what you want to know, is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Gone."

"Then go to bed quickly, you have class tomorrow morning."

Song Qingran nodded, and said to him when returning to the room, "Good night, Mr. Zuo."

The next morning.

When Song Qingran went downstairs, the breakfast was still set and placed on the dining table.

The two looked at each other and smiled, eating together.

Zuo Chen said he wanted to send her to school, Song Qingran thought about it, and based on past experience, she had no possibility of refusing, so she didn't say anything, and acquiesced.

Before going out, Zuo Chen handed the tie to her.

Song Qingran understood and put on a tie with ease.

The so-called first-time birth, second-time familiarity, this time her hands didn't shake anymore, and the speed was faster, and a neat Windsor knot was formed under her hands.

Zuo Chen praised her: "The business is getting more and more proficient."

Song Qingran lowered her head in shame and indignation, and quickly ran away to carry her schoolbag.

When the two went out together, the driver drove Song Qingran to the school first, but she didn't dare to let Zuo Chen get off the car, so she said "Thank you, goodbye" when she arrived at the place and ran away.

After getting out of the car, Song Qingran still found a small path to avoid the crowds and walked towards his department. On the way, he saw Ye Qingqing wearing a small pink skirt and carrying a schoolbag looking around in front of her.

Waiting for someone, girl.

Song Qingran thought to herself, shouldn't she be waiting for her?
Song Qingran originally moved forward with the mentality of saying hello and leaving, but she was spotted by Ye Qingqing just two steps away, and then she ran over directly, barely stopping the car a few steps away in front of her.

"Qingran—" the voice was extremely aggrieved.

Song Qingran's scalp was numb, "You...what's wrong? Is someone chasing you?"

Song Qingran, who had already learned yesterday that Ye Qingqing was the eldest lady of the Ye family, now no longer regards her as a girl who has lost her footing. This girl is probably just a silly, sweet, spoiled little girl who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth.

Ye Qingqing tugged at Song Qingran's wrist, and then unexpectedly gave her a ninety-degree bow.

"I'm sorry, Qingran!"

Song Qingran was taken aback, "What did you do to offend me?" Did you poach someone or her relatives?

Nothing seems right.

She has no corner to dig now, and no relatives to get.

So, what did Ye Qingqing do!

Ye Qingqing said apologetically: "I was wrong yesterday, I shouldn't have lied to you, Mr. Zuo and I... only met once, I was afraid she would recognize it, so... I left you and ran away, sorry."

"..."

Song Qingran breathed a sigh of relief, she thought something was wrong!

"What's the big deal, I didn't ask you, I brought you into the car, and you're right."

Song Qingran didn't care about this at all, Ye Qingqing's eyes brightened a lot, and he hugged her arm and rubbed against her, "Qingran, you are so kind, none of my former friends are as good as you."

The praised Song Qingran touched his nose, thinking that all your former friends were fake.

Ever since being betrayed by Su Yiran, Song Qingran did not dare to trust her so-called friends easily, even Ye Qingqing did not dare to trust too much.

Ye Qingqing didn't have class today, she just picked the road she was blocked yesterday to try her luck, and came to block Song Qingran, now that she found someone, she went to the design institute with her.

There are few people on this road, but it is not completely deserted. Occasionally, Song Qingran can see a few students from the design institute, walking together in small groups, whispering to each other, and seem to be very excited.

In the past, when they saw Song Qingran, they seemed to have their eyes glued to her, wishing they could stare her out of a hole. What's more, those who were trained by Su Yiran would even insult her.

But today is different.

Those people chatted on their own, as if they didn't notice Song Qingran's existence at all.

"Ahhhh - I'm so excited, it's finally our turn for the Design Academy!"

"That's right, last time when the master of literature came to the Faculty of Arts to accept apprentices, I was so envious! This time it's finally the turn of others to envy us!"

"Yes! This time I must work hard! It is best to study hard with the master! Even if I can't, I will ask the master to shake hands with the master!"

"Haha! Then you don't wash that hand?!"

"Of course! After touching the master's hand, maybe I can design works comparable to the master in the future!!"

"Hahaha! Just dream, you!"

"..."

The group of people jumped excitedly and passed Song Qingran chattering all the way.

Song Qingran was at a loss.

What's going on here?
She remembered that when she entered the school in the morning, she seemed to see a banner hanging on the building at the school gate, and the students at the gate were also very excited. Could something big be happening?
She poked Ye Qingqing, "Is there any big event in school today? Why are these people so excited?"

Ye Qingqing looked at the direction she was pointing, and the faces of several students were indeed full of excitement and joy.

Ye Qingqing scratched her head, thinking as she walked, until she reached the building of the Design Institute, she slapped her head, "I remembered, the school issued a notice this morning, saying that the school is going to hold a jewelry design competition , the winner will be rewarded, and, most importantly, a jewelry design master will come to accept apprentices during this period!"

"..."

Song Qingran's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and she was a little moved.

During this period of time, Su Yiran kept acting as a monster, causing scandals about Song Qingran to spread all over the school, and her previous image completely collapsed. She is not a person who is good at explaining, and she is too lazy to explain to the whole school.

And even if it is explained, no one will necessarily listen. Those people will only selectively believe, and believe what they want to believe, not the so-called truth.

But the feeling of being pointed at by people on the road is really uncomfortable.

The design major of Nanhua Institute of Design is well-known in China. She doesn't want to give up her favorite major because Su Yiran is a scum, but when will such a day be the end.

But now is the chance.

If she wins this competition, she will be accepted as an apprentice by the master. Does that mean that she can leave this place, and instead of giving up her favorite major, she can get a better education?
Song Qingran became more and more excited as he thought about it.

Seeing that Song Qingran had stopped moving, Ye Qingqing thought for a while before suddenly remembering that Song Qingran also majored in design!She can also participate in this competition!

"Qingran, I'll take you to sign up!" Ye Qingqing said.

"Huh?" Song Qingran was only immersed in imagination, but hadn't taken any action yet.

Ye Qingqing pulled her hard, "Design competition, you can do it too! Your professional courses are well-known in the whole school, and you can definitely win!"

Song Qingran burst out laughing, and his tense mind instantly relaxed.

"Okay, let's go."

Ye Qingqing took her to the registration place, which was under the administration building, and the student union set up a tent to sort out the registration information.