Like many aristocratic families, although Song Muchen has many properties under his name, the only thing that can truly represent the Song family is this villa with an exaggerated area on the mountainside.

However, Jiang Zhao quickly calmed down from the shock.

What did Song Muchen just say?

Is this her new home?

Jiang Zhao's fear at this moment was not less than before, but instead doubled in intensity.

Why did Song Muchen suddenly take her back to the Song family's home, and why did he say something like a new home that was obviously misleading.

What is his purpose?

Jiang Zhao is now full of doubts, but there is no time for her to sort out her thoughts now, because this man is still sitting next to her, waiting for her reaction.

She turned her head, and the expression on her face changed from the fear just now to dullness: "Mu Chen, you... what do you mean?"

Song Muchen chuckled: "Aren't you going to make me hangover soup? Get off the car."

If Jiang Zhao followed Song Muchen into the villa and cooked the so-called hangover soup, Jiang Zhao could barely maintain her composure, but when she was arranged to live with Song Muchen in the master bedroom, her inner uneasiness almost reached its peak.

Lying next to the man, Jiang Zhao didn't feel sleepy at all.

The direction of things today has completely exceeded her expectations, and Song Muchen's behavior today is really too abnormal.

Jiang Zhao listened to the steady breathing of the man beside him, and his fingers slowly reached for the mobile phone placed on the bedside table.

This unknown feeling was really too bad. She had to figure out Song Muchen's purpose of doing this as soon as possible.

The phone was lit up, Jiang Zhao covered the screen with his hand, turned his head to look to his side again, made sure that the man was asleep, and then carefully opened WeChat.

Looking at the aged profile picture at the bottom of the address book list, Jiang Zhao hesitated for a moment.

If Song Muchen had found out what happened back then, then his move was probably entirely directed at him.

Jiang Zhao tightened his fingers and his body began to shake involuntarily again.

Suddenly there was the sound of a body turning behind him, and then the man's arm wrapped around him without warning.

"Not sleeping?"

Jiang Zhao's back stiffened: "I just feel like I can't sleep..."

The man's breath came closer: "Then who do you think can chat with you at this time?"

"It's just that I don't know who to look for, so I hold my phone in a daze." Jiang Zhao stuffed the phone under the pillow, turned around and got into Song Muchen's arms, "I always feel that today has been too unreal, and tomorrow I will have nothing when I wake up.

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Song Muchen's deep laughter came from above his head, but Jiang Zhao slowly exhaled and made no further movements.

Early the next morning, Jiang Zhao sent Song Muchen away with a smile, turned around and quickly went upstairs to the bedroom.

After making sure that the bedroom door was locked, she went through the cloakroom and locked the bathroom door, then took out her mobile phone and carefully dialed a number.

A gentle electronic synthesized voice soon came from the phone. Jiang Zhao waited in silence for a moment before a human voice finally sounded from the other side.

"Hello Miss Jiang, how can I help you?"

Jiang Zhao's voice was very low: "I would like to ask, your bank did not disclose the matter of my renting a safe to anyone."

The person opposite smiled very officially: "Ms. Jiang, don't worry, our bank will never disclose customer information to any individual or organization."

Jiang Zhao was still worried: "I will go over in the next few days to take out the things. Please help me make an appointment."

The person on the phone was stunned for a moment, but still replied officially: "Okay, Miss Jiang, you can contact me at any time."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhao slowly exhaled and was about to stand up, when suddenly there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Jiang Zhao's breath was stagnant: "Who?!"

"Ms. Jiang," the voice of the cook, Aunt Liu, sounded outside the door, "I would like to ask you what you want for lunch. I'll prepare it."

Jiang Zhao did not relax because of this: "No need."

The person outside the door responded and seemed to leave. Jiang Zhao listened for a long time, and then he gently opened the door after confirming that there was no more sound.

In the main residence of the Song family, you really need to be more cautious.

During dinner, Zhou Wenguang came back with Song Muchen.

As soon as Zhou Wenguang entered the door, he smiled and teased Jiang Zhao: "Hey, sister Xiao Zhao, why haven't we seen each other for a day? Your whole person is completely different."

Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, clapped his lips and said with a smile: "Bah, bah, bah, sister Xiaozhao, I should call her sister-in-law now."

Jiang Zhao didn't respond and turned to look at Song Muchen.

The man obviously heard the conversation between the two of them, and his eyebrows relaxed with a slight pleasure: "You know you are your sister-in-law, how dare you be so humble?"

Zhou Wenxing was also very kind and said: "Don't dare, don't dare, I'll have to apologize to my sister-in-law."

Jiang Zhao concealed the slight surprise in his heart, and showed a hint of shyness: "Okay, the food is already ready, hurry up and eat."

After she finished speaking, she turned and entered the kitchen.

Zhou Wenguang glanced in the direction of the kitchen, then pulled out a chair and sat down next to Song Muchen.

"The invitations to the banquet have been prepared, and special personnel will be sent to each house early tomorrow morning."

"Well," Song Muchen slid his fingers back and forth on the phone interface, and after a long while he asked casually, "Is the Wei family ready too?"

Zhou Wenguang immediately understood: "Don't worry, I have specifically asked for the Wei family's invitation."
Chapter completed!