Chapter 1306

After entering the room, mucin looked around again, afraid that brother Yichen was angry and didn't dare to throw things in at will.

Since she can't lose things, she should also declare her sovereignty. Why did she take his brother Yichen away.

I stayed in the room for a long time with my arms crossed. I opened the drawer and turned it over. I saw that there were white notes, paper, manuscript paper and oil pen neutral pen in it. I took out these papers and pens, put them on the table and sat down to write fast.

After finishing her work, Muxin gets up from the chair, claps her hands, and happily walks out of Songxi's room.

The next day is the weekend.

In the early morning, Ling Yichen watered the flowers in the yard.

Song Xi just made the plane and rushed back, carrying his suitcase and ringing the doorbell.

The servant went to open the door at once.

"Miss Song, are you back?"

When the servant saw her, he welcomed her in with a friendly smile.

Song Xi nodded a little, then dragged the suitcase to the inside.

"Young master, Miss Song is back."

The servant cheerfully shouted to Ling Yichen, who was watering flowers in the yard.

Ling Yichen turns his head with a watering can and looks at Song Xi.

"Back so soon? It's a week, isn't it? "

Put down the watering can, take the handkerchief from the servant's hand, wipe it, and then walk to Song Xi.

"Can't you come back early? If you don't want to see me, I'll go out for a few days and come back when it's time for a week? "

Song Xi turns his head to walk with the box. Ling Yichen immediately grabs her wrist and says, "are you born so angry or are you born the day after tomorrow?"

"All of them."

"I'll let Xiaobai pick you up at the airport without saying it in advance."

"No, I have feet."

"Can't you come back?"

"It's 28 kilometers from the airport. Do you think I'll come back?"

"I thought you were so capable?"

"Master Ling has rich imagination. I'll go upstairs first. "

Song Xi drags the box and walks towards the hall alone.

"Help her."

Ling Yichen saw that she was carrying the box by herself, and insisted not to ask him for help, so she winked at the servant and asked him to help her.

She looks so delicate, but she just can't be coquettish after school.

From the beginning to the end, even the bones are arrogant.

The servant who got the order rushed to help Song Xi carry the box.

Come to the second floor together, Song Xi takes the box from the servant: "I can do it myself."

"OK, Miss Song, I'm busy first. If you have any orders, just let me know."

"Well."

Song Xi unscrewed the door of the room and walked into it.

Shocked by the papers all over the room.

On the wall, on the table, on the bed, on the floor, there are all kinds of paper.

She's only been gone for two or three days, and someone can't hold her and make her room like this?

Song Xi squatted down, picked up a piece of paper from the ground and looked at the words on it.

Song Xi wanted to laugh when he saw some big Chinese characters.

"Ling Yichen is my future husband. I advise you to give up as soon as possible."

These words are very untidy. They look like they were written by a three-year-old.

Crumple the paper into a ball and put it in the garbage can. Then go to the bedside and take the one pasted on the head cabinet.

"Brother Yichen is mine, not yours. You'd better make it clear."

"Bad woman, don't rob brother Ling Yichen with me."

The words on these papers are all different, but all they express is one meaning.

Let her go away. Don't covet Ling Yichen.

He is her.

"Naive." Song Xi laughs and tears the paper off, ready to clean it up.

Song Xi stood at the window and saw Ling Yichen sitting on a cane chair in the courtyard downstairs, basking in the sun.

No matter who wrote them, he was also at fault for allowing the woman who wrote them to mess up her room.

Grasp these paper balls, open the window and smash them towards Ling Yichen's head.

Take the cell phone and sit there, Ling Yichen's head is suddenly smashed.

Then, the sky dropped paper balls, one after another, like falling rain.

The back became paper again. The white paper flew down the stairs one by one.

Ling Yichen picked up one and looked at it carefully.

Isn't this the word that muchin's little girl wrote?

Because she lives in France all the year round, she seldom comes into contact with Chinese characters, which are naturally extremely ugly.

Turn around and look at the second floor.

Song Xi is still happy to throw paper from upstairs."Hello, you are destroying the environment of the villa. Stop."

Ling Yichen stops Song Xi with a loud drink.

"Who told you to allow others to destroy the environment of my room. I have a lot more in my room. I haven't finished throwing. I can't stop. "

Song Xi ignored Ling Yichen and continued to throw it down.

Ling Yichen bit his lip and rushed upstairs to see what happened.

When he went to Song Xi's room, he saw that her room was full of stickers, and Song Xi was focused on tearing them.

"Aren't you jealous? You look very angry. "

Seeing her struggling to throw the paper, he always felt that she was stimulated by the content of the paper, so he was in a bad mood.

"I just like to be clean. This person has seriously damaged my room, and her behavior is childish."

Song Xi picked up a stack of torn paper and clapped it into Ling Yichen's arms. "Take it and throw it in the trash can."

"Are you telling me?"

"Yes, who told you not to protect my room?"

"I'll change it for you."

"I'm used to this bed. I don't want to change it. Young master Ling, you can go out. I need to clean up. "

Song Xi pushes Ling Yichen out of the room and slams the door.

Ling Yichen holds these papers in her arms and stands at the door.

"When did the girl Muxin write it?"

Take these papers downstairs to the door of mucin, knock on the door: "mucin, come out."

Muxin, who is still sleeping in bed, seems to hear Ling Yichen's call. He immediately climbs down from the bed, walks to the door, and opens the door: "morning, brother Yichen, do you want to see me?"

Ling Yichen took the paper and threw it in front of her: "is that what you did?"

Mucin rubbed his bleary eyes and took those papers and looked at them.

"Yes, I wrote. Do you think I'm overbearing and love you very much, right?"

Mucin asked with a smile, his eyes became crescent.

"It seems that it's a wrong decision for me to leave you here. I'll have your car ready and take you out."

"No, brother Yichen, I just practiced calligraphy and made no mistakes. Why did you send me away?" Mu Xin reaches out and tightly holds Ling Yichen's arm.

"Why do you go to someone else's room to practice calligraphy?" Ling Yichen's expression was serious, as if he was seeking justice for Song Xi.