Song Xiang slept until eleven o'clock. She got up only when the servant knocked on the door and asked her to have lunch.
After washing up and going out, she found that she had no change of clothes, so she could only quickly wash the dirty clothes and dry them again.
After a lot of trouble, it was already twelve o'clock when I went downstairs.
At the dining table, Rong Boye sat at the head table and had not started yet.
When Song Xiang came downstairs, Rong Zhe half-bowed to her and asked, "Did you sleep well?"
Song Xiang scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed, "It's pretty good."
It is very rude to sleep until noon in a strange environment.
Rong Zhe led her to sit next to Rong Boye, and then ordered people to serve the food.
Song Xiang sat down, nodded slightly to Rong Boye, and then became quiet.
She had doubts in her heart, and when facing Rong Boye, she was even more reluctant to let go than before.
Dishes were served one after another, filling the four to five meter long table.
Song Xiang was a little surprised, "Is it too much?"
Rong Boye glanced at her and said, "You can choose what you like to eat."
A family version of the buffet.
Song Xiang nodded, picked up the plate and stood up.
The table full of food was all exquisite and of the same high standard as when we first met.
Song Xiang picked two things, walked back to Rong Boye, and placed them in front of him naturally.
"You eat first."
Rong Boye looked at the plate in front of him, remained silent for a moment, and then picked up his fork.
Song Xiang went back to pick the food, but his eyes were always on Rong Boye, watching the food he moved and guessing his preferences.
He took two more plates back, placed one in front of him, and gave the other to Rong Boye.
The dining table was quiet, with the occasional sound of clinking knives and forks made by Song Xiang.
Rong Zhe watched from the side and sighed without leaving any trace.
Not to mention Rong Boye, even he felt that this scene was simply a dream.
Lunch is over.
Song Xiang didn't know what to do, but Rong Boye looked at her first and looked her up and down.
"Follow me."
Song Xiang was confused but obedient. She followed Rong Boye out of the restaurant, returned to the main house, and went up to the third floor, which she had never been to before.
The third floor is not very clean, there is even dust on the ground.
Song Xiang guessed that this should be where Nan Qing's former bedroom was, so Rong Boye didn't let anyone come up, and even the cleaning was not done well.
Rong Boye took her to the end of the corridor, opened a door and walked in softly.
Looking from the outside, I thought it was very small inside, but once I entered, I realized that it was a different world. It was an extremely spacious cloakroom.
Song Xiang stood by the door, a little dazed.
"here it is……?"
Rong Boye walked to the window and opened the curtains, letting in the sunlight.
He said: "You can choose the clothes here."
Only then did Song Xiang realize that he had just looked at her clothes.
"No, I can go out and buy it later."
"There are very few shops around." Rong Boye said, walked forward and opened a tall mahogany wardrobe.
As soon as the cabinet is opened, the fragrance hits your face.
The cloakroom is designed with high ceilings, the cabinets are exaggeratedly high, and there are ladders on both sides.
Song Xiang took a closer look and saw that the clothes in the cabinet were all stacked up, and the ones at the bottom were all hung up.
Looking around, it's not as dusty as the outside. Instead, it looks like someone is still using it frequently.
"This one." Rong Boye pointed to a goose-yellow dress and looked at Song Xiang again, "Try it on."
Song Xiang's heart moved, and she realized whose clothes those were.
Rong Boye took the clothes off the hanger and handed them to her.