The words have been made so clear, what is there to redeem?
"No, if this doesn't work, we have to find another way."
After he finished speaking, he frowned tightly, and his eyes looked haggard and ugly.
But then, there is an urgent need to solve the problem!
Lu Jinghuai reached out and gently rubbed his temples, his brain working rapidly, trying to find a way to successfully solve the problem.
At the same time, Song Shuran had nightmares every night since she met Zhang Minzhi.
"No, I'm really not me..."
The young girl tried hard to justify herself, but was it any use? No!
The noble and cold lady in front of him finally made the decision, as if she had determined that Song Shuran was the thief who stole the jewelry!
"Madam, if you send him away, the young master might be unhappy."
The butler gave a timely and polite reminder, then quietly stepped aside.
At that time, the young lady seemed to be thinking about something, and seemed to be a little hesitant because she was considering her son.
However, when he looked down and saw the unpresentable girl in front of him, disgust welled up in his heart. He frowned and said with disgust, "Since we can't send her away, then we'll just keep a good eye on her on weekdays."
At that time, Zhang Minzhi really didn't have that much intention. She just didn't want Song Shuran to have contact with her son, that's all.
But the people below misunderstood, thinking that the lady wanted to target Song Shuran! Targeting this ignorant girl in front of her!
It was precisely because of this that that period was so difficult that every day felt like a year.
His originally lively face gradually became haggard, his complexion turned pale, and he lost his former rosy color.
It was only after Aunt Yun came back that life improved.
But despite this, after so many years, those memories that were once difficult to recall are now suddenly evoked, and the whole person is instantly overwhelmed.
It's like being pulled into an invisible sea, being pulled down continuously. I know clearly that I am heading towards death step by step, but I have no ability to solve the problem and can only accept it.
That feeling of powerlessness almost drives me crazy!
Song Shuran woke up from a nightmare, gasping for breath. There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and her pajamas were already soaked with sweat.
After a long time, he gradually came to his senses in a trance, tiredly picked up the mobile phone next to him and checked the time.
"Three o'clock in the morning."
Song Shuran sighed, dragged her tired body downstairs and drank a glass of water.
As the ice-cold water entered his stomach, he instantly became awake and couldn't help shivering.
"Don't think about it anymore. It's okay, it's okay. It's all in the past. Besides, didn't those people at that time get the punishment they deserved?"
Song Shuran patted her cheeks gently, trying to comfort herself.
Although I said this, I was still uneasy in my heart. It felt like there was a bomb buried in my heart that could explode at any time!
It's just a matter of time.
During these two days, although I used work to numb myself, some things have gradually surfaced.
For example, what should he and Lu Jinghuai do next? How should he handle the relationship between the two of them?
Whenever I think of these problems, my head becomes overwhelmed and I feel very irritated.
"What are you thinking about? Why do you seem to be having all sorts of random thoughts lately? Is there something going on? Or did Lu Jinghuai make you angry?"
Fu Jiu asked curiously while eating fruit, mumbling something so unclear that she couldn't even speak clearly.
Song Shuran half-lay on the table, exhausted, and said, "Some things are hard to explain now, and I don't know how to put it. Anyway, all in all, it's not a good thing."
At the end of his speech, he let out a long sigh, his face full of helplessness.
The more this happened, the more curious Fu Jiu became. She kept asking, "What exactly happened? Why are you so sad? You know, when that design draft didn't get approved, you weren't as dejected as you are now."
"I, I don't know what to say either."
Song Shuran sat obediently on the sofa, with her head slightly lowered, looking extremely cute.
However, his whole body was shrouded in melancholy.
The designers nearby were very concerned about this and gathered around.
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