"Go down." He said.

Lu Jixiang opens the door and gets out of the car. The housekeeper is waiting outside. When he sees her, he calls "young lady" respectfully.

Lu Jixiang nodded.

But then she found that song Gu didn't seem to want to get off.

"Dad, are you going out?" She asked.

Song Gu gave a "hum" and said, "you have a good rest."

Then he closed the door.

The car started slowly and left.

Lu Jixiang stood still, watching the car disappear from a distance, and then turned back.

She walked home in silence.

The housekeeper followed and said in a voice, "young lady, have you eaten yet?"

"No..."

Lu Jixiang shook her head and touched her stomach. Then she realized that she was hungry.

"What would you like to eat?" The housekeeper continued dutifully.

Lu Jixiang didn't have any idea. He replied casually, "give me a bowl of noodles."

"All right."

The housekeeper is ready to step down.

"Oh, yes!" Lu Jixiang seems to have thought of something. She says in a hurry, "take things upstairs. I'm in Song Jincheng's study."

"Yes."

The housekeeper nodded.

Lu Jixiang said thanks, turned upstairs and entered the study.

First thing, turn on the computer!

Without hesitation, she opened the web page and entered song's name on the search engine.

As she expected, the news was full of stories about the attack on Mother Song.

She casually opened a web page and roughly visited the news content, which was almost the same as the information she learned.

So what does mother song mean by what she said today?

Who is she pleading with?

After turning off the news page, Lu Jixiang entered the name of mother song.

However, unexpectedly, every time she clicks on a news page, it will show that the relevant content has been deleted.

What a surprise!

She re entered song Gu's name, and then found that all the news she had just seen had disappeared.

Invisibly, it's like a right hand. Behind the huge network, all the news will be deleted clean!

Song Gu's PR team has begun to work.

"Dong Dong Dong"

At this time, there was a knock outside the door, accompanied by the voice of the housekeeper: "young lady, your noodles are ready."

"Come in."

Lu Jixiang said, turning off the website.

The housekeeper pushed the door in, holding a tray in his hand, and a bowl of steaming noodles was sending out an attractive fragrance.

"How fragrant Lu Jixiang praised it.

The housekeeper put the noodles on the table, looked at the girl and said, "young lady, you can tell me something."

"Yes, thank you." Lu Jixiang nodded, couldn't wait to pick up chopsticks, picked up noodles and sent them to his mouth.

As soon as she took a bite, she thought of something else.

"Housekeeper, please let the kitchen make some chicken soup and send it to mom later." She said.

"It's been delivered." Answered the housekeeper.

Lu Jixiang was stunned at first, and then "Oh," he lowered his head and continued to eat noodles.

After eating the food, she continued to sit in front of the computer, perseveringly searching the Internet for everything about today.

Towards evening, the whistle came from the courtyard downstairs.

Lu Jixiang quickly turned off the computer and rushed downstairs.

She thought it was song Jincheng. As a result, it was song gu!

"Dad

She stood at the door and put her slippers in front of song Gu.

"Is Jincheng back?" Song Gu asked as he changed his shoes.

"No Lu Jixiang shook his head and looked at him eagerly: "Dad, is something wrong?"

"It's OK. Don't worry."

Song Gu said, walking upstairs.

Lu Jixiang followed him closely.

Song Gu stopped in front of the bedroom door.

He looked back at the girl behind him, quite helpless: "if you are worried about Jincheng, you can call him, what do you want to do with me?"

The longer he spent together, the more song Gu felt that the daughter-in-law was too small-minded and put everything on her face. Most of the time, it was like his little daughter, and people had no choice but to take her.

"I did, but no one answered."

Lu Jixiang said, frowning: "Dad, is there anything wrong with song Jincheng?"

"What can he do?" Song Gu sighed and said, "don't worry, Jincheng will come back tomorrow morning at most."

Then he pushed the door back to the bedroom.

Song Gu specially came back to pick up things and changed his clothes by the way. He didn't even leave for dinner. Less than half an hour later, he quickly left the compound.

Lu Jixiang continued to wait in the living room.

She turned on the TV and found that all the news channels hardly mentioned anything about what happened today, as if nothing had happened. It was strange.

In the evening, Lu Jixiang took a bath and was about to go to bed when song Jincheng finally came back.

When the man pushed the door and walked into the bedroom, Lu Jixiang was sitting on the bed with a pair of big black eyes. He looked at her, worried and concerned.

Song Jincheng went to the bed.

He bent over and held the man in his arms.

"I'm fine." He opened his mouth in a low voice.

Lu Jixiang hugged him with his backhand and raised his head from his arms. He was worried: "Song Jincheng, where have you been today? Why don't you answer the phone? Do you know how worried I am about you? "

Song Jincheng was silent.

He said slowly, "I'm sorry."

Lu Jixiang was slightly surprised.

"You, what's wrong with you?" She looked at him in a daze.

Song Jincheng shook his head and released her.

"Go to sleep." He said, turning to the bathroom with his pajamas.

Lu Jixiang is lying on the bed, listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, staring at the ceiling, as if in a daze.

After a while, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and gradually she fell asleep.

Confused between, she felt someone kissing her, very light, very light, like a feather from the lips, fleeting.

She wanted to reach out and grab each other, but she couldn't make any effort.

In the middle of the night, when Lu Jixiang opened her eyes, there was no trace of a man around her.

She was startled and sat up from the bed.

The whole bedroom is very quiet, indistinct, even can hear the night wind outside.