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Chapter 956 Miss Rong's Wasteful Life

four o'clock in the morning

Song Xiang was buried entirely in the quilt, praying that the night would pass quickly.

Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching.

She was startled and carefully stuck her head out, only exposing her eyeballs.

The door to the room was opened, and she could see clearly from a distance that it was Rong Boye.

He was wearing pajamas, just simple long-sleeved trousers, and walked slowly closer.

"Can't sleep?"

Song Xiang got up and said, "Well..."

Rong Boye approached, stepped on the bedside pedal, and sat down on the edge of the ancient bed.

"Look at the bedside table."

Song Xiang was confused. The bedside table was also of an old style, and even the handle was made of copper leaves.

She opened the drawer and looked inside, "Huh?"

Golden.

"This is...gold?!"

Rong Boye responded, "There are more above."

Song Xiang became energetic and opened several drawers in succession. Inside were either gold bars or jewelry.

The old lady is really a classy person. Her bedside table is full of gold and silver jewelry.

"Are you still afraid?" Rong Boye asked.

Song Xiang: "..."

She laughed twice and the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably.

Rong Boye looked at her little money-mad look, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "Go to sleep, change rooms tomorrow, and sleep in the south."

Song Xiang carefully closed the drawer and lay down again, leaning on the pillow and talking: "South?"

"The place you went to last time was newly built after I took over the Rong family."

No wonder, the style is simply heaven and earth.

She rubbed her eyes, calmed down and felt a little sleepy.

Rong Boye helped her tuck in the quilt, but did not leave immediately.

Song Xiang drooped her eyelids and wanted to say a few more words, but closed her mouth in a daze.

I don’t know when I fell asleep. When I woke up in the morning, the room was filled with sunlight, and there was no sense of gloominess at all.

I got up and looked at the clock on the cabinet. It was already ten o'clock.

Get up quickly, there is breakfast on the small table outside, everything is made very delicately.

Her stomach was bulging after eating, so Rong Zhe also came to pick her up and decided to go to live in the south.

Uncle Yu kept nagging and tried his best to dissuade me. He still wanted to live in the old part of the house, saying that it was tainting the family tradition.

Song Xiang followed Rong Zhe to play haha. When Uncle Yu couldn't see him, Rong Zhe made a face for her and reminded her in a low voice.

"Just listen to it."

Song Xiang snickered and relaxed. After the tension, the novelty took over.

After listening to Rong Zhe talking about the history of the Rong family and the origin of the house, it turned out that this house was not a royal palace, but was bought by the ancestors of the Rong family from an uneducated warlord.

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In the next two days, Song Xiang's mission was to eat, drink and hang out, and get to know both the north and the south.

Rockeries, waterfalls, small bridges, flowing water, lakes and pavilions are all there.

When it was time for her to eat, she ate haphazardly. After eating, she treated it like a sightseeing trip and ran around. She got lost in the garden several times and waited for someone to "rescue" her like a fool.

At night, she slept in the south, and the bedroom layout was the same as in Mecca. She stayed up late watching TV shows and chatting with Yan Han.

After two days, I felt like I was losing weight.

After calming down, I am ready to go back to Yueji and get my life back on track.

She approached Rong Zhe, but Rong Zhe suggested that she study at home.

"The people you will come into contact with in the future will be much more difficult than Yue Ji." The hint is already obvious.

Song Xiang has been overwhelmed with great joy these days and has not thought about these things. She is only happy to have a father and does not care about the wealth behind her father.

Suddenly being called out, I remembered the meaning of the three words Rong Boye.

"Yue Ji has my hard work, and actual combat is higher than theory. You can also learn knowledge."

Rong Zhe wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Rong Boye.

"Go if you want."


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