The next day, Ji Xinyao woke up and found herself lying in Song Zilian's arms. She might have been tired from digging for herbs yesterday, so she fell asleep while chatting with Song Zilian.
The two of them tidied up for a while, then a servant knocked on the door.
"Master, Butler Simon wants to come and say goodbye to you."
Song Zilian looked at Ji Xinyao, who yawned and said, "I want to say goodbye to you, but not to me. What do you think I will do?"
Song Zilian held her hand and said, "You have to go and end it."
Ji Xinyao grabbed his hand and smiled.
The two came downstairs. Simon had already packed his luggage and was waiting in the living room.
He changed into the butler's bow tie and tailcoat, and looked like an ordinary, approachable elder.
Simon looked at Song Zilian and bowed with tears in his eyes, "Master, your complexion is much better today than yesterday. It seems that the medicine Miss Ji gave you is effective, which is great. Your body and bones can get better, Simon
I can leave with peace of mind." After he finished speaking, he looked at Ji Xinyao and bowed deeply, "Miss Ji, I have caused you trouble. I will ask you to take care of my young master from now on."
"How can I not take care of you as carefully and carefully as you?" Ji Xinyao smiled, "Besides, if you leave, Uncle Simon, Song Zilian will definitely be sad."
Simon shook his head, "I am already old and cannot bear this heavy responsibility. If I continue to stay, I am afraid it will affect the Song family..."
Ji Xinyao walked up to him and said slowly, "I said something harsh yesterday, Uncle Simon, I'm sorry. But this is what I want to tell you. The Song family is important, but it's just a name, it's just a look. We should cherish it.
It’s about the specific person. I cherish Song Zilian very much, so there is absolutely no way I can let Uncle Simon leave.”
Song Zilian didn't really want Simon to leave, and Ji Xinyao certainly didn't either. After all, Simon had taken care of Song Zilian for so long. The Song family was burned down in the fire. The one who always supported Song Zilian was the old housekeeper Simon, both in public and private matters.
I really want Simon to take the blame and resign.
Song Zilian asked her to handle it, firstly to convince Simon, and secondly to let Ji Xinyao keep Simon, so that if she and Simon had conflicts in the future, she would take this matter out to Song Zilian. He was deliberately protecting Simon.
Ji Xinyao didn't think so much originally, but she guessed Song Zilian's intention when he saw Simon come for him last night. She didn't even know when her little cat knew how to play Go, and he could see ten moves after one move.
Simon looked at Ji Xinyao and then at Song Zilian, "If Simon leaves, will the young master also be sad?"
Song Zilian nodded affirmatively.
Simon was in tears.
He has been here for so many years, from young to old, how could he be willing to leave?
"It was Simon's fault. Simon should not have done things before that would make the young master sad as well."
Ji Xinyao emphasized Song Zilian's mood to him, saying that he would be sad if he left Song Zilian, and she was also saying that he would be sad if he found a woman for Song Zilian.
"Simon, you and I have been master and servant for more than twenty years. You know how the Song family treated me in the past. We are master and servant on the surface, but in fact we are more like uncle and nephew. This family cannot survive without you, so please stay."
Simon nodded carefully, "Yes, Master."
The three of them calmed down and had breakfast.
Not long after, there was a commotion outside the door. Although Song Zilian had suppressed all the news related to Xiao Juzi yesterday, the paparazzi still caught wind of the news and blocked the front of the Song Mansion, trying to take pictures of evidence that Ji Xinyao was staying here.
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The two of them came out in the car openly, and the paparazzi immediately surrounded the car. Fortunately, the Song family's security guards blocked the car and prevented the paparazzi from getting too close.
"Mr. Song, Miss Ji, are you two together? Have you confirmed your relationship?"
"Do you two plan to get married?"
"Ms. Ji, will you focus on life or work in the future?"
The paparazzi seemed to have a tacit understanding, and no one asked about Xiao Juzi's affairs yesterday. First, they did not dare to offend Song Zilian, and second, the popularity of internet celebrities who are chasing after rumors is simply not as popular as that of female stars who climbed to the Diamond King.
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Song Zilian held Ji Xinyao's hand, and the two looked at each other and smiled without explaining much. But for the paparazzi present, it was already a response.
Under the escort of multiple bodyguards, the two successfully set out on the road, but there was already a car following behind them.
The driver drove around several times before getting rid of the paparazzi. Instead of going directly to the Song headquarters, he drove to Xijing University.
Ji Xinyao could not treat the symptoms of Song Zilian's illness, so she could only find another way out and go to Gong Jianping to find out what the one percent of the relationship between father and daughter was, and try her best to get the chance to realize her wish.
"Okay, let's stop here. I'm afraid my dad will scold you again when he sees you." Ji Xinyao waved to Song Zilian, got out of the car and walked to Xijing University alone.
Ji Xinyao was pretty. The security guard remembered her when she came last time and knew that she was Gong Jianping's daughter, so he opened the door happily.
"Miss Gong, are you looking for Director Gong?"
"Yes. I brought him some biscuits that I made myself. Brother security, why don't you try a pack too?"
Ji Xinyao happily accepted the surname Gong in order to facilitate her work.
In order to repair her relationship with Uncle Simon in the morning, she asked him to teach her how to make some biscuits, sealed them in beautiful plastic bags, and stuffed them into small gift boxes. She had probably sealed seven or eight boxes in her hand. She picked up the top
A box was handed to the security guard.
If we exchange some favors, it will be easier to enter Xijing University in the future.
"Thank you Miss Gong, then I will accept it."
"I hope you like it. I'll go find my dad first. Bye."
She carried the biscuits to the building of the School of Liberal Arts of Xijing University. Gong Jianping had four classes this morning and had not finished yet, so he asked her to wait for him in the office first.
When he came back, Gong Jianping was with Kong Youli, and the two chatted about some literary insights.
When Ji Xinyao looked at Kong Youli, she felt like she was in another world. Her branch line had not been developed yet, and she had not even seen Ye Kaiyang for a long time. Ji Xinyao used to want to complete the task as soon as possible and return to the Fast Travel Bureau for the next task.
But now she doesn't really want to leave this world.
At least until Song Zilian recovers from his illness, she doesn't want to abandon him.
"Dad, Professor Kong." Ji Xinyao took the initiative to greet them and walked up to the two of them, "Dad, these are the biscuits I made just this morning and brought them to you. Professor Kong, please try them too. Thank you for letting me have them last time.
Opportunity to see the literature.”
She gave one box to Kong Youli, and the remaining bag was given to Gong Jianping.
Gong Jianping smiled with a smile on his face and praised, "My daughter is really virtuous and can also make cookies. Whoever marries you will definitely be lucky."
Ji Xinyao didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this, and felt a little embarrassed, so she shouted like a baby, "Dad~"
Kong Youli wanted to leave time for father and daughter, so he immediately said, "Thank you for the biscuits. Let's talk father and daughter. Then I will go to the cafeteria to eat first."
"Xiaokong, don't leave in a hurry. Aren't we also going to the canteen to eat? Xinyao, come in, today dad will take you to eat the most delicious Xiaozao in our canteen."