"Without deliberate guidance, how could she be sensitive to the word porridge?"
Song Lianzhou looked reasonable and continued to speak without waiting for Shen Zhixi to refute.
"There are so many things to eat in the world, why is it just porridge? If it's really not intentional guidance, then it means that she and I are destined to be father and daughter."
“……”
Shen Zhixi was speechless again. She really had nothing to say about this point.
That's right, there are so many foods in the world, why is it porridge?
Seeing that she couldn't answer, Song Lianzhou's eyes smiled even deeper.
"Don't talk about that." Shen Zhixi breathed out and changed the subject: "After returning home today, Mrs. Hou came to see me. She said that she wanted Xie Jing'an to marry me to your uncle's house."
Hearing this, Song Lianzhou raised his eyebrows.
Maybe he was surprised, or maybe he found it funny, and his eyes showed impatience.
"That's impossible," he replied.
Shen Zhixi stirred the spoon in the bowl and said, "But she asked me to convince you."
"Can you do it?" Song Lianzhou asked again.
She looked at him steadily and answered affirmatively: "I think so."
Song Lianzhou's face suddenly turned ugly. He opened his mouth to say something, but Shen Zhixi preempted him.
"Zhuang Yulan may have a secret from my mother's past in her hands. My mother died in an uneasy way five years ago. After so many years, it has become a nightmare for me. I always recall the way my mother looked when she died. But since it is a secret , naturally I can't dig it out easily. That old fox Xie Muyun must have destroyed all the clues, and it would be time-consuming and laborious to investigate. Of course, I won't just believe Zhuang Yulan's one-sided words. I will wait until my people arrive. , I will check again, just..."
"I'll tell you." Song Lianzhou interrupted her sharply.
"I want Xie Jing'an to marry me. If she dreams, so will you."
"I...what did I dream about? I didn't..."
"You know it yourself."
Shen Zhixi gritted his teeth and pushed back after a moment.
"Don't talk nonsense. Do you think I want to bring you and Xie Jing'an together? I know that forceful melons are not sweet." As she spoke, the words changed their meaning inexplicably, as if they were talking about her and Song Lianzhou. She said that the relationship between her and Song Lianzhou was like a violent relationship.
Song Lianzhou also noticed it, his eyes became harder and his tone became harder.
"I have already tasted some melons. If they are not sweet, I will not twist them."
"I'm telling you, Xie Jing'an is here."
"Can there be a word of truth in your mouth?"
"Then I won't say anything!"
Shen Zhixi put down the bowl and turned sideways.
Wan Ying, who was in Song Lianzhou's arms, couldn't understand anything. She still grabbed her hair crown and kept playing with it, and even tried to bite it in her mouth. Fortunately, Song Lianzhou stopped her in time.
After grabbing the hair crown, he looked at Shen Zhixi again.
She turned her back and looked at the door with a worried look on her face. She had known better not to tell Song Lianzhou. She finally confessed once, but why did she get to this point again inexplicably?
After a long time, Song Lianzhou spoke again.
"I'll check it for you."
What he meant was that he would help her investigate her mother's affairs. As for Xie Jing'an... he was not allowed to dream.
"I'll check it myself."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Lianzhou's complexion behind her suddenly changed, and he stood up as if he was extremely vigilant. He stepped forward and handed Wan Ying in his arms to Shen Zhixi's hands.
Seeing that he looked wrong, Shen Zhixi took the child and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Lianzhou didn't reply, but walked out of the door quickly, and soon he looked at his tiptoes and jumped onto the roof.
Soon, the sound of fighting came from the roof above.
"not……"
While Shen Zhixi was muttering, he saw Wan Ying about to put the hair crown in her hand into her mouth. She waved her hand and snatched it off and put it on the table. Then she stood up with Wan Ying in her arms and followed her to the door.
Before he could go out, the person on the roof fell down again.
One black, one red, fighting fiercely.
The one in black is naturally Song Lianzhou, the one in red...
"It's really Qi Yuan."
She said that if it were Xie Muyun's secret guard, he might keep an eye on the yard but probably not go to the roof. Especially when Song Lianzhou was there, Xie Muyun would be in trouble if Song Lianzhou discovered him.
Qi Yuan was a killer raised by her family, no, a killer raised by her mother.
He is the youngest and most powerful killer in Fenyoutang.
"stop fighting!"
She stepped out of the door and hurriedly stopped the two of them to avoid attracting more people. She didn't want to expose Qi Yuan to the public. Since he was a killer, it was naturally best to use it secretly.
But the two people didn't seem to hear her words, and they still fought fiercely.
Song Lianzhou also made a ruthless move, and the palm force he brought out almost knocked down all the flowers and leaves of Begonia. Qi Yuan avoided it quickly enough, and jumped up and went behind Song Lianzhou. Song Lianzhou was naturally not at a disadvantage, so he turned around to attack. More and more neat.
"Song Lianzhou...Qi Yuan!"
Shen Zhixi was upset but did not dare to shout too loudly. He was about to go down the steps when he suddenly heard Wan Ying crying in his arms.
Hearing the cry, the two people in the courtyard stopped at the same time.
Wan Ying cried not because she was frightened by the fight in the courtyard, but because she was still thinking about the hair crown that Shen Zhixi had taken away and put on the table. She lay on Shen Zhixi's shoulder, twisted her body and looked inside, with her two little hands He also stretched towards the table. When he saw that he could no longer touch his favorite toy as he walked further and further away, he started to cry.
"bother."
Shen Zhixi was really annoyed, terribly annoyed.
He left a word, turned around and went back to the house.
What a coincidence, Qi Yuan came to Yue Jing City at this time. Even though he was here, why did Song Lianzhou run into him?
In the courtyard, Song Lianzhou looked at Qi Yuan coldly.
His disheveled hair floated gently with the night wind. The way he stood under the Begonia flower tree was just as Shen Zhixi thought during the day. Even the Begonia Flower God couldn't compare to him. He was so coquettish. It was so unusual that even Qi Yuan was stunned for a moment.
Qi Yuan prided himself on being handsome, but in front of Song Lianzhou, he was willing to give up his throne.
"Is this Uncle Song Guo?"
The marriage between Shen Zhixi and Song Lianzhou has been widely circulated in Yuejing City, and it can be said that no one knows about it.
"I just said that the person who can match her will definitely not be an ordinary person. Sure enough...it is a perfect match. A perfect match."
After hearing these words, Song Lianzhou's cold expression improved slightly.
Just now he heard Shen Zhixi call the man's name to prove that they knew each other, and he felt really uncomfortable. This man named Qi Yuan was not bad in appearance or martial arts. Such a person was next to Shen Zhixi...
How long have they known each other? What is their relationship? Is it longer than the time he and Shen Zhixi have known each other?
While they were confronting each other, the two men's eyes changed at the same time and they glanced outside the courtyard.
It was Xie Muyun's guard, Yang Qing, who came.
When he came in, Qi Yuan was no longer in the courtyard.
"Uncle Song Guo." Yang Qing looked around the courtyard and found no one else. "Did something happen here?"
"What happened?" Song Lianzhou raised his feet in front of Yang Qing, blocking his random gaze. "How did you know that something happened and it happened so quickly? Could you be staring at this yard?"
"I, I am..."
"This is my wife's house where I am about to visit. What do you want to do by monitoring me here? Do you want to harm my wife?"
"No, uncle Guo misunderstood, I..."
Before Yang Qing finished speaking, he had already flown out, fell heavily outside the hospital and vomited a large mouthful of blood.
Looking at Song Lianzhou's face again, his face was full of vented anger.
Inside the room, Wan Ying's crying continued, her voice sounding like an urging, urging him to go in and comfort her.
The cry slowly faded away the coolness on his face.
