Chapter 53 What belongs to you, no one can take it away
Wait until everyone is gone.
Mr. Song immediately sat up, somewhat proudly saying, "How was it, did I act well just now?"
This little old man is quite arrogant——
Song Nanxi gave a thumbs up, "Great, textbook acting!" She supported Old Man Song, "But do you believe Song Yirou's words? It's better to believe that I am Wu Zetian than to believe her."
Mr. Song nodded at her unhappily.
"My Song family has done our best for her. If it weren't for your couple - forget it, I don't even want to say anything about them! If it weren't for them protecting her, according to what I said, Song Yirou should be kicked out of the Song family! Her biological parents treated you like that and made you suffer for so many years. She is a vested interest, so she can't be said to be innocent!"
"Only those two bastards are so blind that they treat their enemy's child as a treasure!"
Mr. Song became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and his face turned grim.
Song Nanxi didn't even dare to think about how angry Grandpa Song would be if he knew one day that his beloved grandson fell in love with Song Yirou.
Song Mo deserves to die!
She was touched by Mr. Song's protection, so she squatted down and looked up and said, "In this family, you are the only one who truly protects me."
Old Master Song sighed, his eyes full of heartache, "I understand everything you do, and it's right for you to hate them, but don't hurt yourself." He patted Song Nanxi's head, "Remember, what belongs to you, no one can take it away!"
Song Nanxi made a heart shape with her hands, "I love you, Grandpa. I have a request, but I don't know if I should say it or not."
Mr. Song raised his eyebrows and said, "Tell me about it."
Song Nanxi chuckled and held up the coins eagerly with both hands, "Grandpa, I'm short of money recently, give me some gold coins to spend!"
…
When Song Nanxi came out of Mr. Song’s room, his wallet was bulging.
In fact, she was not short of money. The "hush money" from Song Yirou last time was still there. She said those things just to change the subject and make Mr. Song feel less guilty.
What does her suffering have to do with Mr. Song? After all, all the suffering in her life came from her adoptive parents and her biological parents.
Maybe she was born without any affinity with her parents?
Song Nanxi scratched her face. It didn’t matter. She didn’t really care.
Because she was worried about the old man's health, Song Nanxi stayed for another day. In the evening, Ling Sheng came to see her off to catch the high-speed train to City Z to film a variety show.
Before leaving, she took Mr. Song's pulse. When she came back, the medicine she had prescribed earlier was almost finished, so it was time to change it.
The luggage was packed into a small bag and held in Qi Yu's hand.
Ling Sheng frowned when he saw it, "I said I would help you find an assistant, what do you want?"
"Hmm?" Song Nanxi yawned, and smiled when he heard it: "Qi Yu is very good to me. He can work in the living room and the kitchen. He can be a bodyguard and an assistant. If you feel bad about it, why not give him a raise?"
"A bodyguard is a bodyguard. Don't confuse them." Ling Sheng gave her a warning look. "Since you didn't ask, I'll help you find one according to my standards."
"Tsk—" Song Nanxi suddenly grabbed Ling Sheng's collar and approached him, with a smile in his fox eyes, "Boss Ling, you have such great authority!"
The cool and elegant scent of perfume rushes straight into your nose.
Ling Sheng's breath was choked, "Song Nanxi, let go."
Song Nanxi curled her red lips and obediently let go, but her palm moved down and pressed against his chest.
"Ling Sheng, your heart is beating so fast——"
Ling Sheng waved her hand away reflexively, his Adam's apple rolling and his pair of black eyes frighteningly gloomy.
"There's no point in changing the subject. Assistant, I'll ask He Jian to send out the job information. You can have the interview when you come back from recording the variety show."
He straightened his collar that was wrinkled by Song Nanxi, and spoke in a serious tone.
But only he himself knew that Song Nanxi's seemingly joking words were not a joke.
His heart was beating really fast...
Song Nanxi rolled her eyes at him and said disdainfully, "Ling Sheng, you are so boring."
Qi Yu put away his luggage and came over, asking, "Are we leaving now?"
"Um."
Song Nanxi said as he was about to get in the car.
"Song Nanxi."
Jiang Muye's voice came from behind.
Strange, what a coincidence?
Song Nanxi turned around.
Jiang Muye glanced at the two men, walked to Song Nanxi, and handed her a velvet bag.
"What you want."
"So fast?" Song Nanxi was a little surprised.
Jiang Mu also looked at the smile on her face and said calmly, "It was originally a collection from our family, just find it out."
"Oh my goodness, a collection of treasures, you didn't steal it, did you?" Song Nanxi smacked his lips, "I don't want to be beaten by Grandpa Jiang later."
"It's my grandma's stuff, and I got her permission." Jiang Mu also clicked his tongue and said impatiently, "Just take it if it's given to you, or have you found something better?"
"In that case, please thank Grandma Jiang for me. I'll come to her house to express my gratitude some other day." Song Nanxi shook the velvet bag.
Why does she feel that Jiang Mu is also a bit tsundere?
The arrogant Jiang Mu also smiled and said, "You don't want to thank me?"
Song Nanxi rolled her eyes and said, "Thank you. I will definitely give you a few more injections next time."
Are you satisfied?
Jiang Mu also: "..."
Ling Sheng's temples twitched. When did Song Nanxi attract so many people? How could she talk and laugh with every man?
He glanced at his watch and reminded in a deep voice, "It's rush hour now, are you sure you don't want to leave?"
The tone doesn't sound very friendly.
Jiang Mu's dark eyes swept towards Ling Sheng, and he curled his lips, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Filming again?"
"Let's go," Song Nanxi responded, "Variety show, this guy asked me to take it."
She pointed at Ling Sheng and got into the car quickly without saying too much to Jiang Mu. "Chat on WeChat. Thank you for the needle. I'm leaving now."
Ling Sheng stepped on the accelerator and the black G-Class rushed out.
The exhaust gas from the car sprayed Jiang Mu's face as well, which seemed to be intentional.
Song Nanxi teased, "Brother Ling, do you have a grudge against Jiang Mu too?"
Ling Sheng looked straight ahead, "You think too much."
"cut--"
Awkward man.
Song Nanxi looked at the silver needles with great pleasure. They were finely crafted. The needles were so thin, and there were actually fine patterns on the top where they were held. They didn't look like a treatment tool, but more like a work of art...
…
The business class seat Ling Sheng booked was very private, so Song Nanxi arrived right after a good sleep.
The lights were already on when we landed.
Because Song Nanxi does not have an assistant at the moment, Ling Sheng accompanies her wherever she goes as long as she has work.
At first, I was keeping an eye on Song Nanxi to prevent her from getting into trouble so that I wouldn't have to explain to Old Master Song.
Even he himself probably didn't know what his mentality was after that.
When we arrived, we met with the program crew first. Because Song Nanxi was a mysterious guest, in order to capture the guests' real reactions tomorrow, there was no arrangement for Song Nanxi to meet the guests for the time being.
At four o'clock in the morning, Song Nanxi was awakened.
In my half-sleep state, I saw a tall dark figure standing beside the bed.
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