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Each floor of the villa is 280 square meters. When Wen Mingli first arrived, the hall felt so big that Roman columns could be used. The stone lions at the entrance should be more powerful and domineering. Fortunately, Mr. Qi’s taste is not so bad. The whole building is Chinese and Western. The style is cleverly combined and looks very comfortable.

On the third floor, Shang Jing lives alone, and the two guest rooms are more like decorations. Aunt Song said: "Miss, you don't let people stay overnight, let alone go to the third floor." Judging by her tone of voice and eyes, Wen Mingli did not kneel down Zhao Shangjing was unable to say thank you.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Shangjing's cloakroom occupies more than 50 square meters. Why should you feel wronged by such a large space?She has a lot of spare money and no one persuades her to be restrained. The merchants can only coax her to buy things. How can they push the money away?She is not very familiar with her cloakroom, but the clothes she often wears are hung in the guest room where Wen Mingli lives.

Now that the master bedroom has not been cleaned of shards of glass, it needs deep cleaning. Shang Jing moved to the guest room next to Wen Mingli. It is worth mentioning that the two guest rooms are actually connected... only one door is unlocked. The door, because there is a decorative curtain hanging in front of the door, so Wen Mingli didn't notice it after living for so long!

When Shang Jing opened the door to look for clothes at night, Wen Mingli was startled.

Shang Jing clicked her tongue: "You are so courageous."

Wen Mingli watched her walk over to pick out clothes, "You didn't knock when you came in?"

"Knock what? You're not alone."

"What if I change clothes?"

"Then it's okay if I don't look at it?"

Hearing Shang Jing say that this is her usual wardrobe, Wen Mingli asked, "How did you carry your clothes before?"

Shang Jing: "Don't I still have a cloakroom? Wear it casually."

Why can you choose to wear it before, but not now!

She limped along with Shang Jing to the partition door, intending to lock it. Shang Jing pressed her hand and said, "If you're not used to changing rooms with me?" She looked over Wen Mingli's shoulder and ran to the On the crumpled silk pillow, if buried here, I would definitely have a good sleep.

Wen Mingli pushed her out: "Go back to your room, I've locked this door, don't go through here."

Early the next morning, the door of the cubicle was knocked loudly, Wen Mingli got up in pain, and threw the pillow in his hand hard at the sound.

With a bang, Shang Jing said, "Are you awake? Someone came over today, change your clothes before going downstairs."

Wen Mingli leaned against the head of the bed and waited for her consciousness to wake up. She had this problem since she was a child. She slept deeply and didn't like to wake up. When she woke up suddenly, her body felt like she was out of touch with her soul. She couldn't move for five or six minutes.

Shang Jing's voice sounded again: "Wake up?" She muttered: "Should I wear light yellow today?"

The first floor of the villa.

Sitting in the dining room is a well-dressed man in his 30s, with high browbones and a straight nose that further accentuates the deep contours. There is a vague sense of familiarity between his brows and eyes. When the business calms down, he just lifts his chin slightly.

Shang Jing: "Why are you here again?"

Seeing that they were going to talk for a while, Wen Mingli deliberately staggered the place with the two of them, and asked the aunt to replace the soy milk with milk. The villas are all Western-style meals, and everyone's dishes are different. Today, there is a tiger egg in front of her. , Qingtuan, siu mai, and pickled side dishes, stir-fried, and mixed seasonal vegetables on the side. The colors are various, and the dishes are placed in one place without being crowded. She picked up a Qingtuan and was about to eat it.

A pair of chopsticks were inserted obliquely from the side, and Wen Mingli looked up only to find that the two people on the table were looking at her. Shang Jing said, "Have you eaten it? It's not good. It's stuffed with red bean paste." Wen Mingli doesn't like sweet ones very much. It is easy to get tired of eating red bean paste early in the morning.

Wen Mingli took care that someone was not talking, and quietly put down her chopsticks to drink porridge. Today was vegetable porridge, and she ate a whole shrimp, which was fresh, sweet and not fishy, ​​and she squinted her eyes comfortably.Shang Jing said again: "Are you angry?"

Those two eyes are white.

Only then did Shang Tongfu set his sights on Wen Mingli, his eyes seemed to slide by, and he said with an inexplicable meaning: "Don't be annoying, keep talking, when will auntie come back?"

Shang Jing: "You are asking the wrong person, and I can't figure out Mr. Qi's work schedule. If you want to discuss business, you can go directly to the company, but I really want to persuade you." She brought Wen Mingli a plate of edamame, looked She wanted to continue peeling it off, Wen Mingli glared at her, and then she took her hand back.

Shang Tongfu said: "Can you persuade me? Tell me."

Shang Jing: "Shang Jiantao's mistress is so famous, and the two have been separated for many years. You can still come over and say that your aunt and big quilt will cover the world, and that you can make money together. It's really thick-skinned."

Shang Tongfu smiled and said: "I still think it's something, no wonder you mother and daughter have refused to go back to the old house for the past two years, with resentment in your heart, believe it or not, if my dad didn't stop my uncle, those cats and dogs You have entered the ancestral hall a long time ago, and you are not even more disgusting? Besides, my aunt can’t understand these truths. If I want to leave, I can’t leave now. If you want me to say, a person will never be able to support himself, no matter how big the family property is Need an heir?"

Speaking of this, he stopped eating and said: "If you have money, you would be stupid if you don't make money. You who inherit inheritance from birth will not understand my difficulties. After all, you are still a young lady."

He got up and picked up the coat on the back of the chair: "Why don't you go back to the old house during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Aunt Song: "Tong Fu, let's go after dinner."

Shang Tongfu said: "No, Aunt Song, I still have something to do with my aunt." Before he left, he turned his head and looked deeply at the two people who were sitting in the restaurant eating, and said to Aunt Song who sent them out, "Who is this?"

At this time, Aunt Song's mouth was airtight: "Miss's playmate, the two of you have a good relationship."

There is a glass conservatory at the back of the villa, but the owner didn’t visit for a long time, the secretary decided to resign the gardener, the gate of the greenhouse was locked, and the beautiful glass dome is now gray with two leaves falling on it. Very dirty.

Wen Mingli couldn't leave the villa, playing games and cooking, Shang Jing found her a wheelchair and pushed her to the back to play.

Aunt Song connected with the secretary to find the key. When the door was opened, there was still the heat of dead plants. Aunt Song waved her hand: "It's too dirty, Miss can't play today, I'll ask the housekeeper to clean it up and decorate it with flowers, okay?" ?”

It’s definitely not good, Shang Jing just wanted to torment people, she pushed the wheelchair and led people in, Aunt Song didn’t stop her and didn’t dare to follow, Shang Jing said: “Let’s go, I’ll take her around.” The further inside Walking away, the smell of dust became heavier, Wen Mingli covered her mouth and nose, the people behind her had not spoken for a long time, her heart sank, she even begged the gods and Buddhas of the Western Heaven, she really didn't want to see her get sick again.

Shang Jing grabbed her hand and pressed her to put it down: "So delicate? I used to play here when I was a child. Have you never even touched the soil?" She squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil plugs from the flower pot In Wen Mingli's hands, the soil was too dry and turned into a handful of powder. Wen Mingli watched her put the soil in her hand stiffly, and the powder spilled from her fingers onto her skirt. She paused for a few seconds and still obeyed. Sprinkle the soil with your own mind.

"Why are you so slow?" Shang Jing's voice gradually calmed down, "...you're starting to pay attention to me." She never noticed her emotional change before.Sometimes even she can't tell when the disease will strike. If it's milder, she can suppress it by herself, and if it's more severe, she can't control her anger.

She stood beside Wen Mingli and said: "When I was a child, all roses were planted here. I liked to see them. They were available all year round. If the flowering period is short, I would make a glass greenhouse. If the varieties cannot bloom undefeated, I would go to Find a better seed, I always hold what I want in my own hands, and now I like you."

She said: "I don't care what you think, why you stay... I can give you more if Qi Yuee asks for anything." Shang Jing held the woman's hand, her fingers were cold, "When I don't let go, I will give you more." I don't like others to let go, Wen Mingli, don't make me angry, I can't control my body more and more now, if you make me happy, maybe all the property belongs to you."

Shang Jing lowered her head and flicked the sand from her fingertips: "Don't make me angry, just do what I want, understand?"