He is one of Song Min-yeon's spies.
"Cui Cui?"
Surprise flashed in the old butler's eyes at the right moment.
Su Wanyu glanced at him and said, "Well, Cuicui, give her some to drink and ask her to bring something in for the young master."
"Uh," the old butler hesitated, "What is this?"
It was a glass of water that looked completely clear, colorless and odorless.
"Do you want to try it?"
There's medicine in it.
The old housekeeper's face tightened when he saw Su Wanyu's burning eyes. He understood what was inside almost instantly. He immediately asked a maid to deliver the thing to Cuicui, and then watched someone push open Song Minyuan's door.
Soon, an unspeakable sound came from inside.
The old housekeeper looked at Su Wanyu and actually saw a hint of excitement on her face.
"Young Madam, are you going in now?"
Su Wanyu shook her head: "Catch the thief and the stolen goods, and catch the adulterer in bed, wait a little longer."
As soon as Song Jihuai turned the corner of the stairs, he heard Su Wanyu's smiling voice. It was soft and crisp, with a touch of the gentleness unique to Jiangnan girls, and it was particularly pleasant to hear.
But the meaning in her words made him stare at her.
She has always been willful and does whatever she wants, but she has no rules and acts arbitrarily. It is surprising that such clear and logical words came out of her mouth.
It's really surprising.
Song Jihuai leaned on the railing and looked at Su Wanyu from a distance that was neither too far nor too close.
She had just washed her hair, and a few strands of hair hung down behind her, setting off her fair skin and slender neck, which was very charming.
Uncontrollable roars and cries were heard from Song Minyuan's room.
"Help me... Help me..."
Su Wanyu, who had been listening outside the door for a long time, finally nodded and waved her hand: "Go in, remember not to hit your face."
"yes."
Seven or eight burly men broke in.
The two people who were rolling around on the bed in the guest room were petrified by the sudden accident, and the bodyguards rushed over cursing.
Song Minyuan softened.
He was beaten all over the face, and the room was filled with screams, which was no less severe than before.
"I'm Song Minyuan!"
Su Wanyu was outside listening to the screams from inside, her face as white as jade and her eyes calm as she leaned elegantly against the wall, with no intention of going in or leaving.
What she hates most is someone taking advantage of her.
In a wealthy mansion, making a wrong move could lead to eternal damnation. Although she dislikes intrigue, it doesn't mean she can allow herself to be bullied. She can imagine what kind of person the original owner is in front of Song Minyuan.
But the original owner herself couldn't see through it and thought Song Minyuan really liked her.
"Don't you want to go in and take a look?"
Song Jihuai stepped forward, stood on Su Wanyu's left side, leaned over to look at her, and asked in a deep voice.
Su Wanyu raised her head suddenly and looked into his pupils. His eyes were as dark as a thousand-year-old pond. She shook her head: "Don't look at me if it's not proper."
A gleam of light flashed in Song Jihuai's eyes. He raised his hand and it fell on Su Wanyu's shoulder casually and gently.
Su Wanyu was completely unaware and had no idea that the distance between them was so close, so close that they could hear each other's breathing.
In the past, let alone getting close, even talking to someone from a distance of three or four meters would make Su Wanyu furious.
So, after losing memory, will even the personality change?
Song Jihuai's hand moved down and firmly grasped Su Wanyu's waist.
Su Wanyu exclaimed, her face flushed.
"Husband?!"
He, he he he!
How can they do such an intimate act in broad daylight?
Just, not afraid...
"Call me husband."
The low and hoarse voice was close to her ear, causing Su Wanyu to tremble. She wanted to escape from Song Jihuai. His breath was too aggressive and made her feel helpless. However, the education she received since childhood made her subconsciously obey Song Jihuai.
Then, Song Jihuai saw Su Wanyu's eyebrows trembling slightly, her uninjured hand tightly grasping his collar, and her red lips opened slightly: "Old, husband."
She actually called him husband.
For a moment, the screams in the room seemed to be blocked by a barrier, and Song Jihuai could only see Su Wanyu's trembling eyelashes and her wet pupils.
Amnesia?
fine.
He bent down, bit her lips fiercely, and nibbled them several times, like a wolf that hadn't eaten meat for several months and finally saw food.
Su Wanyu's eyes widened in horror.
This this this this this.
It's daytime!
"Close your eyes."
A pair of dry hands touched her forehead, slowly moved down, covering her surprised eyes, and then deepened the kiss, lingering and passionate, using all his strength.
"Master?!!"
A scream broke the stalemate between the two. Su Wanyu jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, turned around and wanted to escape, but as soon as she turned around, she met the old housekeeper and Song Minyuan's incredulous eyes.
She jumped into Song Jihuai's arms in a panic, dived into him, and never wanted to come out again.
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