Song Xiang took the clothes in a daze and carefully went inside to change them.
When I came out, I found that Rong Boye was not there.
Pushing the door open and going out, he called out smoothly, "Mr. Rong?"
In the corridor, Rong Boye was wiping the railing with a close-fitting handkerchief. When he heard the sound, he turned around.
The goose-yellow dress, slightly curly long hair, and crystal high heels, all integrated together, make the person in front of her look beautiful and youthful.
The misunderstanding for a moment made my heart beat violently.
It's her who's back.
Song Xiang looked at him and guessed what he was thinking. She lowered her head and looked at her toes.
"The clothes are very good..."
Rong Boye opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and he turned around in time.
"You can wear whatever clothes are inside."
Song Xiang knew what kind of courtesy this was.
For a certain question, she has been able to slowly guess the answer, but there is no one to reveal the answer, so she really doesn't dare to write rashly.
"thank you."
Rong Boye said nothing, turned around and continued to wipe the railing.
He has always been the only one on this floor, and he does all the cleaning. Since he was not in good health, he has done less cleaning.
Nan Nan loves cleanliness the most, so if she sees it, she will definitely sigh.
"Let me help you clean it."
A voice came from behind.
Rong Boye stopped and before he could speak, Song Xiang had already trotted downstairs.
After a while, she came up with various tools.
The little girl is not good at cooking, but she is pretty good at cleaning.
Rong Boye saw her nimble movements and would glance at her from time to time.
He wiped half of the railing, and Song Xiang had already dragged the corridor aside, and finally took his job away.
Usually he would have to do a whole afternoon's work alone, but with Song Xiang here, it only took more than two hours.
It was not even three o'clock when we came down from the third floor.
The sun was shining brightly outside, so Song Xiang walked to the window and took a look, suddenly remembering the vast sea of flowers outside the manor that day.
"Mr. Rong, do you want to go out for a walk?"
Rong Boye just took the coffee from Rong Zhe and was thinking silently.
"There are flower fields outside, let's go see the flowers."
"Mr. Du Hua..."
"Can."
Before Rong Zhe finished speaking, Rong Boye nodded, looked at Song Xiang and said, "Let's go together."
"Okay!" Song Xiang smiled. She felt that Rong Boye should go out for a walk more often, or at least breathe some fresh air.
Rong Zhe silently shut up and left to prepare.
When Rong Boye's doctor heard that he was going out, he mumbled a lot, which sounded like Spanish to Song Xiang and she couldn't understand.
But you can also guess that it should be something to pay attention to.
In addition to wearing masks, wheelchairs were also brought out.
Rong Boye only accepted the mask and did not intend to follow the doctor's advice when he saw the wheelchair.
The doctor refused to give in, and continued to output with a blushing face. However, Rong Boye blocked all aspects and absorbed not a single word.
Rong Zhe had no choice but to look at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang stepped forward and tried to say, "You'd better sit down and I'll push you."
Rong Boye looked at her steadily and then looked away.
Song Xiang thought about it and felt that this was agreement.
With that said, he quickly pushed the wheelchair over.
The doctor spread his hands and let out an "ouch" in surprise. He turned his head and looked at Rong Zhe in confusion, wanting to ask what this little girl said to make it so effective.
Rong Zhe ignored him and said to Song Xiang: "Miss, there is a brake button on the handle. You need to pay attention."
Song Xiang casually said "Oh" and lowered his head to study the handle. Suddenly he was stunned and looked up at Rong Zhe.