Tang Zhixi has never been very demanding about food and eats everything.
If you think it tastes good, you'll eat more; if it doesn't taste good, you'll fill up your stomach.
But Ye Hanzhi's quality of life is very high. Almost anything he can buy costs a few thousand at the cheapest.
When Tang Zhixi sat on the chair in the private room of the Doomsday Hotel, she thought about the seven-digit chair under her butt and looked at the gold-rimmed menu.
For the ten thousandth time, I condemned the inhumanity of Doomsday Hotel.
The soup you ordered came first.
Ye Hanzhi unbuttoned his cufflinks and folded his sleeves up twice, revealing a thin forearm. He first served Tang Zhixi with a bowl: "Try it, it should taste pretty good."
"Thanks."
Tang Zhixi tasted it and found that it tasted really good, so she drank a few more sips.
When she came out today, her hair was not tied up, and it kept falling down after taking a few mouthfuls of soup. She subconsciously touched her pocket and found that there was no rubber band, so she thought about putting on the chopsticks.
But she glanced at the chopsticks beside her and gave up the idea.
too expensive.
Seeing her series of little actions, Ye Hanzhi took out his mobile phone and sent Lu Shang a message.
Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and Lu Shang came in and stood next to Ye Hanzhi: "Third Master, what you want."
Lu Shang had a handful of small rubber bands in his hand. They were all purple, with some darker and some lighter.
Ye Hanzhi picked the one with the closest color to Tang Zhixi's dress today and handed it to her: "Here."
When Lu Shang came in to give Ye Hanzhi something, Tang Zhixi looked out the window. Unexpectedly, the thing turned out to be a rubber band.
She subconsciously looked at the pile in Lu Shang's hand.
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Lu Shang put the pile into his pocket, nodded to the two of them, and left the private room.
Tang Zhixi took the rubber band from Ye Hanzhi's hand, tied it up in her hair without saying anything.
During the whole meal, Ye Hanzhi took care of Tang Zhixi with almost every detail.
Tang Zhixi seemed to be accustomed to this kind of care. She said a few polite words at first, and then completely let him go.
Originally, Ye Hanzhi wanted to get an understanding of her food through this meal, and whether she had any taboos or special favorites.
But there was nothing gained except that she had a big appetite.
We treat all food fairly and impartially.
After coming out of the Doomsday Hotel, Ye Hanzhi took Tang Zhixi back to Weiyang Palace. When she entered the community, the car turned around and left again.
And the tenderness in the car disappeared as Tang Zhixi left.
Ye Hanzhi's aura was naturally strong, with a sense of oppression from a superior. But when facing Tang Zhixi, he would subconsciously restrain himself.
Her eyes were long and narrow, flirtatious and evil, and there was a chill in her eyes when she wasn't smiling: "Let someone check on her and the Song family's affairs."
"Yes, Third Master."
Lu Shang breathed a sigh of relief. He was more used to this kind of third master.
Back at Weiyang Palace, Tang Zhixi sat on the carpet next to the sofa and read the script from beginning to end, getting a general idea.
When she read it for the second time, she made a few simple comments.
The handwriting is not beautiful, but it is very neat. She also writes very slowly, one stroke at a time.
At around two o'clock, Su Qian came out of the guest room and took a drink of water. After sobering up, she went to empty Tang Zhixi's wardrobe.
"Xixi, your clothes haven't been updated in half a month."
"Yeah." Tang Zhixi responded casually.
"When will the new one come?" Su Qian shouted from the bedroom.
"almost."
After a while, Su Qian came out with two light purple dresses and stood in front of Tang Zhixi: "Xixi, which one looks better on me?"
The clothes in Tang Zhixi's wardrobe are all arranged according to color.
There are almost ten to twenty different styles of skirts in each color plus one or two casual clothes.
The general direction is towards the national style, even if it is a very trendy style, it will definitely incorporate elements of the national style.
The latest batch is all light purple, and there are only seven skirts available.
Tang Zhixi raised her head and glanced at the skirt in Su Qian's hand, then lowered her head: "They are all pretty, take them all."
"Okay." Su Qian picked up her clothes and walked to the guest room. Halfway there, she came back and blew a kiss to Tang Zhixi.
Tang Zhixi was like an iceberg without emotion, so she reluctantly accepted her blowing kiss.
As soon as Su Qian returned to the guest room, Tang Zhixi's cell phone rang. She turned her head and glanced, it was Song Zhengde calling.
With almost no hesitation, he reached out and pressed the hang up button.
However, almost five minutes later, he called again.
Looking at the three words on the caller ID, Tang Zhixi moved her eyebrows slightly and answered: "Is something wrong?"
The voice was very soft and careless.
Song Zhengde seemed to be trying his best to endure something, and it took a while before he said, "Let's meet at the Tianquan Hotel tomorrow."
"Well, what time?"
Song Zhengde's tone was cold: "Twelve o'clock at noon."
As soon as the word "point" was spoken, Tang Zhixi hung up the phone and continued reading the script.
On the other side, Song Zhengde was in the company. He looked at the hung up mobile phone and threw it out.
**
At night, Weiyang Palace.
Ye Hanzhi was working on documents in the study, and the incense burner on the table was filled with agarwood, and the smoke was lingering.
Quiet and elegant, with the occasional sound of the pen tip scratching the paper.
The door was opened with two gentle knocks from the outside. Lu Shang came in, stood in front of the table and said, "Third Master, the information about Miss Tang has been found."
Ye Hanzhi paused for a moment, screwed up the pen, put it aside, and looked up at Lu Shang: "Say."
"Miss Tang's mother, named Tang Xueche, committed suicide when Miss Tang was less than one month old." Lu Shangdao, "After that, Miss Tang was taken to Hanqing Village by her grandmother and lived there for more than 20 years. According to investigation data
It shows that Miss Tang has never left Hanqing Village and has no trace of her enrollment. The information is very simple. Even the ID card was only applied for last year. The year before last, Miss Tang’s grandmother passed away. Miss Tang disappeared for a year and three
Came to Yancheng a month ago."
"Suicide? Why?" Ye Hanzhi asked.
"According to the information found, the forensic diagnosis showed that he committed suicide and suffered from severe depression." Lu Shang turned over the information in his hand and said, "I don't know the reason. But there is a very strange thing. Tang Xueche and Song Zhengde were married.
, before Song Zhengde’s current wife He Yanxin. But Song Zhengde’s son is three months older than Miss Tang.”
Song Zhengde has a son and a daughter, both his and He Yanxin's children.
His son is three months older than Tang Zhixi.
In other words, during the marriage between Song Zhengde and Tang Xueche, he first had a child with He Yanxin and then with Tang Xueche.
Later, He Yanxin became the main wife, but Tang Xueche became the third party.
The index finger of Ye Hanzhi's right hand clicked on the table, with a sarcastic smile on his lips: "He really does both things right and doesn't leave anyone out."
Lu Shang stood quietly aside without making a sound.
After a while, Ye Hanzhi asked: "Are there any signs that her information has been altered?"
"No, it's completely true. There are no traces of any changes."