At night, it's around ten o'clock.

When I was going up the stairs, Li Zhuozhuo was in a daze and almost fell down. Fortunately, he came back to his senses in time, and his fingers were white and he grabbed the railings.

Ten minutes ago, Jin Youhan asked her to come up to the second floor.

Last week, she officially moved into the entire remote villa. Every day, before Jin Youhan's work ended, she had to come back first, wearing the style of clothes she chose, combing the hair accessories and makeup she asked for.

Standing at the entrance of the stairs, there is a European-style full-length mirror at the end of the corridor in front, standing against the wall.

Her shadow appeared in the mirror. Li Zhuozhuo looked at her retro long dress and was almost unfamiliar. After standing for a few seconds, Li Zhuozhuo walked towards the familiar room. For some reason, she always felt creepy. When she was chaotic, she felt that there were eyes staring at her in the shadows behind her, but there was no one in the villa.

In the room.

Jin Youhan heard the sound of Li Zhuozhuo opening the door and not turning around. She wore glasses, her short hair was newly trimmed, and her ears were exposed. She was carving a doll with sharp tools, and her appearance was almost formed. From her charming figure, she could tell that she was a woman, but she had no face.

"Boss..."

Li Zhuozhuo got closer and then his palms were sweating coldly.

Jin Youhan nodded coldly and let her sit on the sofa opposite her. This was the case for several days. Li Zhuozhuo was asked to control his diet and only had a spoonful of rice every night. He wore a skirt that could not be squeezed on his waist, and sat here like a doll.

Li Zhuozhuo was very desperate inside. Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard Jin Youhan ask: "Did you go to Shengyu during the day?"

She didn't know where the coldness came out, causing her to have a cold war. Under the bright light, she wanted to smile a few times, but the makeup was too thick. After a few strokes, her expression was like a zombie face, and her eyes were slackened: "Didn't Song Xingyuan be caught and returned to the Song family and broke off contact with me? I couldn't find him, so I could only find Ji Tang... After all, Song Yumo is not something I can see just as I want."

Jin Youhan's eyes showed a sarcastic smile: "You still have hope for Song Xingyuan? At best, he is just a pet dog raised by the Song family, and he doesn't even have human rights. What can he give to you for the future?"

Li Zhuozhuo was stabbed by these words. She thought this was the difference in Jin Youhan's words.

When she was poor and desperately needed money, Mrs. Song didn't even come forward to give her a sum of money and asked her to leave Song Xingyuan.

Instead, he directly cut off Song Xingyuan's living expenses, forced him to submit, and left her behind and returned to the Song family to be a pet dog. As a woman, she still had to occupy a legitimate position like Ji Tang. Even if Mrs. Song drove her away, she would have to pay a huge fee.

Li Zhuozhuo was also very realistic inside. In the face of money, Song Xingyuan's little thing he liked was not worthy of attention.

She had completely given up Song Xingyuan's path, but she could not escape the magic capture of Jin Youhan, a perverted old woman. Li Zhuozhuo felt that she was about to be driven crazy. The unspeakable fear and helplessness were slowly gnawing on her heart full of holes.

Two hours later, Jin Youhan finally carved the doll in her hand into a human face. It had a nose and eyes, which seemed to be carved from Li Zhuozhuo's face. If you look closely, you feel that it has nothing to do with her, and the eyebrows and eyes are like one or two minutes.

Li Zhuozhuo stayed in this semi-dark room, his face pale so much that he could fall down at any time, and his fists tightened. She knew in her heart that after Jin Youhan had carved this doll, the real nightmare had just begun.

Sure enough, Jin Youhan put the new doll at the row of glass containers behind him, and it was just one of the hundreds.

This is how many dolls of Zhao Yinli were carved in the middle of the night. Li Zhuozhuo sat stiffly, his eyes locked in fear and watched Jin Youhan gradually approaching herself. If there were any choices, she would rather never step into the second floor and not to spy on the secrets about other people, even if it was unintentional.

...

In the early morning, Ji Tang's cell phone shook slightly and received a text message from an unfamiliar number: [Ji Tang! If you don't help me, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!!!]

She was about to go to bed when she saw the text message.

Song Yumo came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and found that she was sitting on the edge of the bed for a long time without moving. The halo of the wall light was soft and warm. The outline of the beautiful side face was covered by her long hair so that she couldn't see the expression clearly. When she got closer, she found that she was still lowering her head.

“What are you looking at?”

The man's voice was low, which made Ji Tang raise his head, and his beautiful eyebrows were frowning: "I'm chatting with Bai Li."

She sent a screenshot of the text message sent by the strange number to Bai Li and asked, "Do you say anything when Li Zhuozhuo left during the day?"

While waiting for Bai Li to reply, Song Yumo sat down next to her, hugged her with his arms, and his deep eyes swept the content on the screen.

He instantly curled his eyebrows and his voice didn't sound like a slight ups and downs: "Whoever sends a message to scare you?"

Ji Tang could hear a different emotion in his tone. He was stunned for a moment, and his eyelashes trembled and said, "It should be that Li Zhuozhuo. She came to the company during the day to ask for money to pay her liquidated damages, said a lot of apology, saying that she was desperate... Song Xingyuan really broke up with her?"

It should have been broken, otherwise Li Zhuozhuo would not have come to Shengyu.

And she is not a charity person, so how could she agree to pay a high liquidated damages for Li Zhuozhuo for no reason?

When Song Yumo saw her asking, his tone was calm: "My mother found Song Xingyuan's marriage five times, and he destroyed it for Li Zhuozhuo. In the past, Song Xingyuan's reputation was a idle young man, but now he has an extra person who is addicted to women. If this continues, which serious family in the wealthy family would betroth him his daughter?"

"So the Song family gave Song Xingyuan an ultimatum. If he still had a stubborn understanding, he would confiscate all his assets in his name and go to a foreign manor to accompany the old man to retire."

Song Yumo didn't talk so much, so he hugged her and leaned against the bedside tonight, just like telling a storybook.

Ji Tang listened very seriously before he knew it, and asked, "Song Xingyuan is afraid of the old man?"

"Well, all the children at home are afraid." Song Yumo's long fingers were wrapped around her hair casually. The smooth and soft touch made his thin lips curl up, and he continued in a low voice: "The old man cultivates his body and cultivates his character. Even three meals are mainly based on coarse grains. It is even more uncomfortable to let Song Xingyuan leave this prosperous world to the countryside than letting him lose his life."

I was lying in the hospital with my broken legs, and I could still eat and drink delicious food, and occasionally tease the female nurse.

The days when I get to the old man are no different from those of the ascetic monk.

Song Yumo was a habit, but Song Xingyuan avoided it. After weighing the interests, he obediently listened to Mrs. Song's words and went home.

Ji Tang lay in his arms and listened for a long time, slowly got up, put her fair knees on the bed, nodded slightly and said, "I understand, I'm another person who gave up love for the sake of the world. No wonder Li Zhuozhuo is so desperate."

They also sent a message to scold her for not helping her. The two chatted, and Ji Tang's cell phone prompt sounded again.

It was Bai Li who replied, a simple sentence: [Don’t worry about her.]

Ji Tang didn't reply, and Bai Li continued to send it: [Even if Li Zhuozhuo was crazy, it was something Jin Youhan had to worry about.]

He looked at the screen with his slender eyelashes for a while, and he felt a little hesitant in his heart, not that he wanted to help Li Zhuozhuo pay a high penalty for liquidated damages.

But then I thought that Li Zhuozhuo was an orphan, without any parents, and had no relatives and friends around him. Even if Ji Tang wanted to notify someone who was familiar with Li Zhuozhuo, there was no place to look for him. She received Bai Li's third text message again: [Tangtang, go to bed, leave this matter to me.]

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Ji Tang suddenly showed his cell phone to Song Yumo and asked him: "Do I want to tell your brother?"

Song Yumo swept it casually, his tone was so light that he seemed to be indifferent to other people's life and death: "He may not not know."

Even Song Xingyuan didn't care about Li Zhuozhuo's words, and she had no choice. Ji Tang didn't want to be rolled up, so she replied to Bai Li with a [okay], and mute her phone and put it on the bedside table.

On the side, Song Yumo asked her in a quiet atmosphere late at night: "Are you ready to go to bed?"

"Well--just look at your performance tonight, I can barely share half of your bed, only tonight."

Even if the closest relationship happened again, Ji Tang was not willing to let go of her guard so quickly. She always reminded Song Yumo to remember her identity as a bed companion.

Once he lay on the bed, the man who promised a very good verbally became very clingy.

It was not like this before. His sleeping position was extremely quiet and upright, and he did not move half an inch away from the middle of the night.

I don’t know when it started, but Song Yumo developed the habit of hugging her when he was sleeping. He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his long legs on her white calves in an extremely intimate embracing posture.

This way, Ji Tang was not very comfortable lying down. He wanted to change his position several times, but within a few seconds, Song Yumo still had a way to stick his whole body over, hugged her, lowered his head and smelled the fragrance between her hair, and his breath became burning silently, and he began to kiss her affectionately.

Ji Tang wrapped herself in the quilt, so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyelashes. In a daze, she felt that the familiar and clear breath of the man passed through the lips and teeth. He was kissed by his palms holding his face for a while. When she let go, she tilted her head and pressed her towards the snow-white pillow, as if she was about to fall asleep in the next second. Her mouth muttered in a low voice: "Song Yumo, don't hug me..."

"I'm going to hug you."

Song Yumo said his low voice to her ear. Seeing that Ji Tang was so sleepy that he was kissed, he stopped doing what he did to her. But he was particularly excited tonight, maybe he could finally lie on her bed and couldn't sleep that night.

After Ji Tang fell asleep for less than an hour, Song Yumo hugged her in his arms and kissed her deeply.

It was midnight at this moment, and all the lights of the master bedroom were turned off. The glass direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows vaguely revealed the light from the prosperous night view outside. Ji Tang struggled to open a gap in his eyes and looked at Song Yumo's face, which was hazy by the night. After a while, she wanted to kick him out of bed without hesitation: "If you don't sleep, get out--"

Song Yumo held her fair calves and stuffed them into the quilt to hide them.

I was almost driven away, and this time I became calm and honest and could not hold her to sleep. I pressed my chest tightly against her slender back, and my breathing sound fell into Ji Tang's ears, giving me an inexplicable feeling of softness.

The quilt and pillow on the bed were really warm, and the temperature of the man on her back made her feel no cold.

Soon Ji Tang fell asleep again, curled himself slightly without realizing it, completely relaxing into Song Yumo's arms. He spent the whole night in such a tightly stitched posture, with his fingers tied to him and quietly placed them on the pillow.

...

The popularity of the scandal with Jiang Su on Weibo only lasted for one day, and new topics soon came to the fore.

The photos of love that Song Yumo posted on Weibo caused little splash. After watching the gossip, people who wanted to watch the gossip thought he had quickly found a new relationship.

For Ji Tang, this situation is better.

She and Song Yumo Luo went their separate ways and went their separate ways under the attention of the Song family and the wealthy circle.

Only when there was no one late at night would Ji Tang take off his disguise during the day and stay with Song Yumo in this gorgeous and luxurious house all night. When he went out, he would politely say hello as an ordinary friend.

Those two faces are still very well performed.

In a blink of an eye, the New Year is approaching. Ji Tang has been a mascot in the Song family for the first three years. There is no need to do this year. She didn't want to go back to the Ji family because she sat at the same table with Ji Shanghe for dinner. What kind of atmosphere is there to celebrate?

Ji Duzhou was busy developing his side job, and his professionalism made Ji Tang sigh, and he successfully rented out his Spring Festival holiday early.

Ji Juewen also brought his illegitimate son to burn incense and worship Buddha in the temple, but he had no intention of returning to secular life. Her unrestrained father even came to a global tour. The entire Ji family clearly had many members, but they just couldn't get together.

Unlike the Song family next door, no matter whether it is during the Chinese New Year or the holidays, the younger generation must get the scene.

So Ji Tang knew that Song Yumo would not have time to harass her for a long time. After being hung up with him until dawn last night, she ruthlessly wrapped herself in the quilt and fell asleep. When she woke up, there was no longer a man around her.

The curtains in the master bedroom were slightly opened, and the sun shone outside was shining in, making the room warm.

Ji Tang, with long black hair loose, sat quietly on the bed for almost ten minutes. After a while, she stretched out her fair feet from the quilt and put her shoes on the ground.

After simply going to the bathroom to wash, my whole body was in a slight laziness. By the end of the year, I was almost busy and I didn’t rush to go to the company to take charge. Instead, I gave myself a few days off and relaxed.

Ji Tang changed into a white feather nightgown and walked slowly down the stairs. He faintly heard a very subtle movement from the direction of the kitchen. She didn't care at first, holding her phone with her fingers and tapping the screen to read the message.

Until I accidentally saw the man standing by the dining table when I raised my head. He was wearing white trousers and had a very clean and clear figure. One side of his shoulder was shrouded in the sunlight of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, silently softening the clear lines on his face.

It is not far or close, and it seems that the entire living room is lined with a background board.

Ji Tang didn't expect that he was still there when he woke up. It was snowing in winter outside and the indoor heating was suitable. She stood at the stairs and watched Song Yumo quietly prepare breakfast. Her slender eyelashes raised lightly, and there was light inside.
Chapter completed!