After her death, the crazy boss killed all the villains and committed suicide

"Miss,"

Zhao Ping lowered his head, not looking at the person in front of him, and his attitude was very respectful.

Song Jiarou stopped and looked at him with concern in her eyes.

"How's your leg?"

When Zhao Ping heard the voice, he felt a dull pain in his knees. He pursed his lips and spoke as usual.

"It's all right now. Thank you for your concern, Miss."

"Your health is the most important thing. I'm counting on you to help me."

Song Jiarou had a light and harmless smile on her face.

work.

When Zhao Ping heard the second half of the sentence, his heart tightened.

Song Jiarou raised her foot and walked towards the car.

Zhao Ping pursed his lips and followed.

The servants not far away heard the conversation between the two clearly, and immediately started discussing in low voices after they left.

"She even cares about her subordinates so much. Our young lady is really kind and nice."

"Yes, he has a good family background, a good personality, and good looks, but it's a pity that he has poor health."

"Yes, but I heard that Mr. Pei, whom you invited back, is very capable and is confident that he can cure the young lady."

"hope so."

……

At this moment, Song Jiarou, who was described as gentle and kind by several people, was sitting in the car. Her voice and eyes were equally cold, and she was completely different from before.

"Did you find what I wanted?"

"found it,"

Zhao Ping took out a black box half the size of his palm from his arms.

Song Jiarou opened the box and found four rice-sized pills in transparent shells inside. She stroked them gently with her fair fingertips and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

Zhao Ping thought about it and decided to remind him.

"This medicine works after just one pill."

Song Jiarou looked up at Zhao Ping, the gloom in her eyes not diminishing in the slightest.

"I only believe what I see. How can I be sure of its medicinal properties if I don't take a few more to experiment?"

Hearing this, Zhao Ping's body stiffened slightly and he dared not say anything more.

Song Jiarou closed the box, put it in her bag, and looked at Zhao Ping again.

"How's the person you're staring at?"

"The woman is out, though,"

Zhao Ping thought of Song Jiarou's reaction later, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he squeezed out the rest of the words.

“But with Madam Lu and Mr. Lu accompanying them, our people dare not take action.”

Song Jiarou stared at Zhao Ping with cold eyes, as if with a poisonous tongue, and an angry atmosphere spread in the car.

"What did you say?!"

Zhao Ping knew that Song Jiarou heard it clearly, but she just didn't dare to believe it, or rather, she didn't want to believe it.

He lowered his head and dared not speak again.

Song Jiarou pursed her lips tightly, trying to control her emotions, and the knuckles of her fingers holding the bag turned white.

"Where did they go?"

Zhao Ping reported a place name.

The Lu family's top luxury clothing brand has the best designers in China.

Each dress in it is unique and ingenious, perfectly reflecting the strengths of each person.

It has a certain reputation in China and even in the whole world.

Of course, the price of each piece can almost be called sky-high.

Among the ladies and daughters of Kyoto's noble families, it is a symbol of status and wealth.

But this is obviously not what Song Jiarou cares about.

Grandma Lu and Jing Ci went through so much trouble just to accompany that woman to choose a dress? !

A man like Jingci would actually accompany that woman to choose a dress? !

The anger in her heart almost burned, and her breathing became heavier.

Zhao Ping glanced out the car window and reminded.

"Miss, Mr. Pei is here."

I can't let Pei Yu see me like this, I can't let anyone else see it.

When Song Jiarou heard Pei Yu's name, she gradually regained her senses. She looked at the man who was getting closer and closer outside the car window. Her nails dug deeply into her palms and her breathing calmed down.

Zhao Ping glanced at Song Jiarou, then decisively got out of the car and opened the door.

"Mr. Pei——"

Pei Yu nodded and got in the car.

He raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the blush on Song Jiarou's face which had not yet faded, but he was not prepared to say anything more.

"Where are you going, Miss Song?"

Song Jiarou thought of the conversation she had just heard outside the study, and a hint of sadness flashed across her eyes. She raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

"The Lu family is holding a banquet tomorrow. I'm going to pick out a dress. Please follow me, Mr. Pei."

As she spoke, she looked at Pei Yu steadily with her smiling almond-shaped eyes, not wanting to miss any of his expressions.

However, Pei Yu looked indifferent, and spoke gently with the corners of his mouth curled.

"Mr. Song paid me to do something for him, Miss Song, you don't have to be so polite."

Hearing about the Lu family, no reaction?

Song Jiarou narrowed her eyes and held up her face before continuing to speak.

"Mr. Pei, you just arrived in Kyoto. Is there any place you want to visit, or someone you want to meet?"

Having said that, she smiled slightly and narrowed her almond eyes.

"If you have any, just go ahead and don't worry about me. I have someone with me so nothing will happen."

"Thank you, Miss Song, but I don't have anywhere I want to go, or anyone I want to see,"

Pei Yu thought of the face that flashed past him, his eyes deep.

“I can’t see it at the moment.”

What kind of person?

"Ms. Song, this is a private matter,"

Pei Yu didn't plan to say more to her.

Song Sili asked him to follow this woman to prevent her from having an attack, not to chat with her.

Unable to ask the question she wanted to ask, Song Jiarou pursed her lips, hiding the dissatisfaction in her eyes, and stopped talking.

Pei Yu looked out the window, his thoughts gradually becoming empty.

the other side.

TOPTIER.

A luxuriously decorated room covering hundreds of square meters.

"These are the latest designs this year. Please take a look and see if you like them."

The middle-aged woman, wearing a very designer white shirt, brown trousers, and nude high heels, showed a warm and respectful smile to the people in front of her.

The designers following behind him looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

What are the identities of this good-looking family in front of them that could have turned this stern female devil into what she is now?

Mrs. Lu put on her reading glasses and looked at the dresses in the hands of each designer one by one.

Her eyes stopped when they fell on one of the items, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Yangyang, try this one."