Lu Jixiang lifted the bedding out of bed and walked out of the bedroom with slippers.

She found song Jincheng in her study.

There was only one lamp on in the room. He was using the computer. The white screen light reflected on his face, making his whole face look a little cold.

Hearing the sound of the door, song Jincheng raised his head. When he saw that it was Lu Jixiang, he was slightly stunned.

"Why did you get up?"

He frowned as if he were displeased.

"What are you doing?" Lu Jixiang did not answer the rhetorical question, and walked into the study.

Song Jincheng dropped his eyes, held the hand of the mouse, and quickly clicked several times on the screen.

Lu Jixiang quickly walks over and looks down at the computer. The screen is clean. It seems that she is a step late and song Jincheng has turned it off.

"What do you want to see?"

The man's voice came.

Lu Jixiang recovered and looked up at him.

"In the middle of the night, why don't you sleep?" She looked at him in a coquettish and resentful way.

Song Jincheng looked at her bare arm, sighed and pulled her to his arms.

"Why don't you wear a coat?" He lifted the bangs on the girl's forehead to the side and continued, "what if I have a cold?"

Lu Jixiang hummed.

She sat comfortably in the man's arms, while observing the expression on his face, and asked in a voice: "what were you doing just now? Is work more important than health? "

Song Jincheng glared at her and couldn't help laughing.

"You want to educate me?" He said, bowing his head and kissing the girl on the tip of the nose.

Lu Jixiang twisted down and said, "Song Jincheng, you're hiding something from me!"

She's right!

The man's movement slightly, but soon recovered as usual.

"What did I hide from you?" He spoke faintly, holding the girl's soft waist in one hand.

Lu Jixiang's eyes dribbled around for several times, and she tried to knock on the side: "you have to ask yourself. Tell me, how many things have you concealed from me?"

"No

Men deny it cleanly, even without thinking.

Lu Jixiang stares.

"Hello She is not reconciled: "you obviously have something to hide from me!"

"Oh?"

Song Jincheng picked an eyebrow and looked at her with low eyes: "you should talk about it."

Lu Jixiang bit his lower lip.

She remembers song Gu's words. She can't tell song Jincheng about the things she heard in the hospital today.

"Anyway, you just keep something from me..." she murmured, her little mouth pouting.

Song Jincheng stroked her face.

He seemed a little careless, and his voice was soft: "did you hear something?"

"Yes, I heard a little..." Lu Jixiang replied carefully.

"What do you hear?" Song Jincheng continued to ask, but there was no reaction on his face.

Lu Jixiang thinks in his heart.

She slowly said: "between parents... Is there any misunderstanding?"

This speech, the man's face suddenly heavy.

"Listen to who

His change is very fast, before or gentle appearance, in a twinkling of an eye became wind and rain.

Lu Jixiang was surprised at his sudden change. He opened his mouth and didn't recover for a long time.

"Speak

Men can't bear to talk.

"Yes... Yes, online..." Lu Jixiang stammered.

Song Jincheng tightened his eyebrows, paused, and then said in a serious tone: "in the future, don't look at these messy things. I've asked the public relations department to deal with them. The stories spread on the Internet will be deleted soon. You can read them. Don't say these things in front of your parents, OK?"

Lu Jixiang nodded and replied, "I know."

In fact, this is not what she is curious about.

During the day today, who is Mother Song pleading for?

Ah, curiosity is killing the cat!

"Come on, go back to your room and sleep."

Song Jincheng released his hand and pulled the man up from the chair.

Lu Jixiang is a little reluctant. She hasn't got the answer she wants.

Song Jincheng doesn't seem to want to talk much. When he takes people back to his bedroom, he and Lu Jixiang lie down in bed together and hold them tightly in his arms. He is very strong and silent, as if he wants to rub her into his body.

Lu Jixiang ate the pain and couldn't help saying, "why do you hold it so tightly? It hurts!"

Song Jincheng suddenly recovered.

He released his hand and put his lips on the girl's white forehead.

"Go to sleep."

He sighed.

"Well."

Lu Jixiang answered, moved a little, nestled in the man's arms and fell asleep again.

This time, she did not wake up at night, the man's temperature has been wrapped around her, making her feel more at ease.

She thought, what is more important than family harmony?

So, in order to make song Jincheng and her parents as good as ever, she will strive for it very hard!

Five days later, song's mother was discharged from hospital, and the news was completely blocked.

In the afternoon, two black cars quietly drove into the compound.

Lu Jixiang is standing in the yard. When she sees mother song getting out of the car, she greets her.

"Ma."

She calls a way, careful of hand song mother.

But when song's mother saw her, she was quite surprised.

"Is Jincheng at home?" She opened her mouth with some vague expectation.

Lu Jixiang was stunned, then shook his head slightly and apologized: "he went out in the morning. He should come back before dinner."

Mother song's look came to an end.

The crowd entered the room.

Mother song sat in the living room with no expression on her face: "Xiao Li, go and pack your luggage."

"Yes."

The Secretary followed the servant upstairs immediately.

Seeing this, Lu Jixiang was worried: "Mom, where are you going?"

Mother song looked at her with a gentle look: "I want to move out of the compound."

"Ah

Lu Jixiang was so surprised that she rushed to his mother and looked anxiously at her and said, "Mom, what's the matter with you? Well, why move out? And Dad, Dad, does he know? "

"I called old song, and he has agreed." Mother song smiles. She takes Lu Jixiang's hand and continues: "I know you're worried about me, good boy. Don't worry. Listen to me. In fact, over the years, my health has been bad. After this injury, I want to understand a lot of things. This man is always busy. Instead of this, I'd better put them all down and enjoy my life. "