Chapter 33

After school, song Qingcheng did not leave at the school gate.

"Qing Cheng, why don't you go?" There are classmates talking to her.

"I wait for someone." Song Qingcheng some far fetched Yang Yang lips. She didn't want to be known by her classmates that she was married. She felt very shameful.

"Let's go first."

"Goodbye!"

Song Qingcheng waves goodbye to his classmates. Also raised the wrist to see the time, already fast six o'clock, season Zheng Ting can't forget her?

Ji's building is only a 15 minute drive to her school. Even if Ji Zhengting leaves work at 5:30, it should be here.

Seeing that all the students in the school had gone, she was left alone at the door, and there were no cars on both sides of the road. She sighed and was ready to leave.

"Didi - '

just as she got to the side of the road, a Rolls Royce came behind her and scared her back a few steps. But the car stopped steadily in front of her.

This car is a little familiar. If she remembers correctly, all the cars in Ji's villa are Rolls Royce.

"Miss Song, please get on the bus." The window was slowly rolled down, and the people in the cab spoke to her politely.

It turned out to be Ji's driver, uncle Liang. It should be Ji Zhengting who asked him to pick him up?!

She thought he would come and pick her up in person.

But It doesn't seem to matter whether he comes in person or not.

Song Qingcheng nodded, opened the door of the back seat, and suddenly found a man sitting inside.

It's not Ji Zhengting. Who is it?

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and then sat in.

The car started steadily, and then rushed into the busy road.

At first, the car was quiet and no one spoke. The atmosphere seemed a little stiff.

"Was Miss Song in a hurry just now?" Finally, it was the driver in front who took the lead in breaking the silence.

"No, I didn't think you would come." Song Qingcheng tells the truth.

"In fact, our husband arrived long ago, worried that it would affect Miss Song's study, so he waited a little longer." The driver in the car, of course, has long seen song Qingcheng waiting. In order to avoid Miss Song's misunderstanding, this matter must be explained clearly.

Song Qingcheng understood the meaning of this sentence. They just want to make clear that they are not related to each other. However, she also thanks Ji Zhengting for his thoughtfulness.

To tell you the truth, when she was at the school gate just now, she was really worried that a luxury car would come and she couldn't explain to her classmates. Now, obviously, she doesn't have to worry about that.

Along the way, she and Ji Zhengting did not have any communication, like two people who did not know each other at all. Song Qingcheng looked out of the window at the afterglow gradually falling West. The bright sunset covered the western half of the sky. It looked like a flame, but it was more charming than the flame.

In the mind unconsciously jumps out that sentence: the setting sun infinite good, is only near dusk!

Maybe she was infected by the meaning of the words. She sighed unconsciously.

Next to the man who has been focusing on the document, he turns over the document in his hand. His amber eyes look at the girl next to him, and the color of his eyes is deep.

When the car stopped at the gate of Ji's villa, the people in the guard box had come over and opened the door respectfully for them.

Song Qingcheng was not used to this kind of etiquette. After getting off the bus, he nodded politely to express his thanks. When he looked back, he found that someone had entered the villa gate.

She had to follow up.

When Ji Zhengting entered the room, the housekeeper welcomed him, took the coat in his hand, and then said a few words to him. Song Qingcheng couldn't hear what the housekeeper was saying. Ji Zhengting nodded and the housekeeper retired.

Song Qingcheng pestle at the door, originally did not want to change shoes into the house, but see Ji Zhengting went upstairs, she just changed shoes waiting on the sofa.

When I came here yesterday, the servant still brought her tea and water respectfully. When I come here today, I don't even have anyone to say hello to. When I look at the servants who come and go, they either regard her as air or cast all kinds of disgusting and laughing eyes at her.

Song Qingcheng sneered at the bottom of his heart, but his heart was so realistic.

"Oh, song Qingcheng, how dare you come?" A strange voice came. I saw the stepmother didn't know where she came from, and a domineering Qing City of the Song Dynasty came over.

Song Qingcheng got up, light mouth, "after here is my home, of course I dare to come."

"Your house?" The stepmother raised her voice, then sneered, "you don't see where you deserve to live in such a luxurious villa. I tell you, the reason why you are allowed to come here today is just to see the face of the old lady and the old man. Remember to eat more later. You can't eat the big meal of Ji's family casually in the future. "

Song Qingcheng finally knows who Ji Ling learned from. A mother like her is exactly like her.It confirms the old saying that like mother, like daughter.

"Ma, what else are you dawdling about? Hurry to grandma's side, or it will be too late... " Ji Ling did not finish, saw song Qingcheng standing in the living room. She was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect to come so early.

"Song Qingcheng, you are not so active in other things, but you are very active in eating." Ji Ling has no good spirit of sarcasm.

Today, she and her mother went shopping and forgot about the time. As a result, they haven't had time to go to grandma's side to expose song Qingcheng. Unexpectedly, song Qingcheng has come.

"Of course, my grandparents invited me to dinner for the first time. It's not good for me to be late as a granddaughter-in-law, is it?" Song Qingcheng knows that Ji Ling deliberately speaks to stimulate herself. If she is really angry, it doesn't conform to Ji Ling's idea, so she opens her mouth with a smile.

"Shameless!" Ji's family is biting Bei's teeth, "you are so poor and sour that you want to be Ji's little wife, and you don't want to weigh how many pounds you have."

Song Qingcheng gently smile, "really did not weigh a few Jin several Liang, but certainly not your weight."

She also takes a meaningful look at Ji Ling's figure. Ji Ling belongs to the type of baby fat, and she is small, so she looks round. If only from the appearance, she is quite lovely.

It's a pity that her open, mean and cunning temperament makes her totally different from cute.

Ji Ling originally wanted to hurt her, but she didn't want to be hurt by her. Hands clenched, sharp as a knife's eyes ruthlessly scraped song Qingcheng one eye.

"Lingling, don't talk nonsense to such an uncivilized person as her. Let's go to the old lady's side and see if we can help." The stepmother is anxious to tell the old lady about song Qingcheng and takes her daughter away.