After Shi Yan left, Sha Manyin was still in a daze.
Did she really say harsh words to Shi Yan just now?
Why didn't you record it? It would have lasted at least ten years!
Sha Manyin sighed sadly, then smiled again, and muttered happily: "Xiao Jing'er has really good taste, and the man he likes is reliable."
Who is Shi Yan? He stood up and bowed to her solemnly.
Not to mention the Feng Country, but even the whole world, how many people can be treated like this?
And Shi Yan did that just because she was protecting Song Jing.
Shaman groaned and sniffed, "stinky couple, my aunt is going to find happiness."
Song Jing didn't know when Shi Yan hung up the video. She woke up to the very cautious knock on the door from the maid in the morning.
The maid asked softly, "Miss Song, are you awake?"
"Yeah." Song Jing responded indifferently, sat up, lifted the quilt and got up, took a look at the mobile phone beside the pillow, and found that it had run out of power and automatically shut down.
The maid opened the door gently, lowered her head, and came in holding a set of black clothes in her hands.
Song Jing casually opened his bag and found the charging cable to charge his phone. He took the clothes sent by the maid and went to the bathroom to wash up and change clothes.
All the toiletries are new. Song Jing has washed himself and changed his clothes. The maid has tidied the bedroom.
"Sir, sir, is waiting for Miss Song in the dining room to have breakfast together."
"Thank you." Song Jing thanked him politely, picked up the charging phone and took a look.
Her charging cable is a specially modified fast charger, which is enough to charge more than half of the battery in about 20 minutes.
Song Jing turned on the phone and took a look at the address Shi Yan sent last night, San Pedro, which is Selby's government unit and is often used to receive diplomats and dignitaries from various countries for talks.
The long black dress sent by the maid had no pockets. Song Jing threw his mobile phone and charger into his backpack and carried it downstairs.
Breakfast has been set on the long dining table in the restaurant.
Huo Chengxuan liked the culture of Feng Country, and his diet also changed.
Song Jing glanced at the steamed buns, soy milk, eggs, and noodles on the dining table, and he was already used to it.
Without even looking at Huo Chengxuan, he put his bag aside, pulled out a dining chair and sat down.
The chef waiting at the table came forward and asked, "Miss Song, what do you want to eat?"
"Beef noodles, pour that pile of beef into my noodles." Song Jing reached out and pulled three drawers of fresh meat dumplings in front of him, took the hot handkerchief handed by the maid, wiped his hands and started eating.
The chef made a large bowl of beef noodles and put it in front of her. Song Jing swallowed the bun in his mouth and said, "Thank you."
Song Jing ate silently, but very quickly, and she basically didn't talk while eating, and just ate her own food.
Huo Chengxuan picked up his chopsticks, put a fried soft-boiled egg on Song Jing's plate, "I still don't like vegetarian dishes."
Song Jing was too lazy to pay attention to him. After finishing his breakfast, he put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, picked up his bag and left.
Huo Chengxuan wasn't angry either. He put down his chopsticks calmly, took the handkerchief handed by the maid and wiped it with him. He also took a cup of fragrant tea and rinsed his mouth with a scented pearl before getting up and going out.
Song Jing was holding a bag and wearing a long black skirt, standing expressionlessly at the iron gate of the manor, "Huo Chengxuan, are you a turtle?"
Huo Chengxuan smiled and opened the car door himself without letting the bodyguard next to him come forward, "Get in the car."
Song Jing glanced at him coldly and got into the car.
Huo Chengxuan smiled lowly again and got into the car. The bodyguard gently closed the door behind him.
Song Jing got in the car and took out his mobile phone to play games. His beautiful eyebrows were slightly drooped, cold and cruel, and he had an aura of "Don't mess with me" all over his body.
The car drove out slowly, and Huo Chengxuan took a meat stick snack from the refrigerator and handed it over.
Song Jing took the meat stick, pressed down the car window, and threw it out without even looking at it.
"Don't like this taste now?" Huo Chengxuan asked.
"It has nothing to do with snacks." Song Jing moved his fingers together, and the hero in the game launched a set of combos to take away the opponent.
Huo Chengxuan smiled, took a document and started to read it.
The car stopped outside a cemetery, and the bodyguard bowed and opened the car door.
Huo Chengxuan put away the documents and got off the car, while Song Jing got off from the other side.
In Selby in the summer, even though it's only after eight o'clock in the morning, the sun is already scorching.
The bodyguard held a big umbrella to protect the two of them from the sun.
As soon as they arrived, someone immediately came to greet them.
A girl with long blond hair flew into Huo Chengxuan's arms like a butterfly, sobbing and crying, "Brother Huo, my mother is dead."
"Debbie, my condolences." Huo Chengxuan's voice was soft, and he raised his hand to gently pat Debbie's shoulder to comfort him, "Duchess Sherrill just turned into an angel. She will still protect you and cherish you forever."
"Thank you, Brother Huo." Debbie sniffed, "I feel much better with your comfort."
Huo Chengxuan wiped away her tears gently, "Our Debbie is now a weeping elf."
Debbie blushed and took Huo Chengxuan's arm. "Brother Huo, I'll take you there." She said and finally looked at Song Jing who was standing next to Huo Chengxuan.
"Brother Huo, who is she?"
"Kids at home." Huo Chengxuan smiled, "Jing, this is Miss Debbie from Duke Sherrill's family."
Song Jing nodded indifferently.
Debbie frowned slightly. Women may be born with radar installed on their love rivals.
She didn't like Brother Huo's attitude towards this Oriental girl named He Jing, she was too affectionate.
Debbie pretended not to know and asked: "Brother Huo, I never saw her when I went to your house before. Is she your sister?"
"Jing is not my sister." Huo Chengxuan glanced at Song Jing with a smile, "She is my future marriage partner."
The feigned innocence on Debbie's face was momentarily stunned.
"Mr. Huo, thank you for coming today." Duke Sherrill came over, shook hands with Huo Chengxuan, and also noticed Song Jing standing next to him.
"Duke Sherrill, my condolences." Huo Chengxuan took two white chrysanthemums from the side and gave one to Song Jing, "Please allow me to give one to Mrs. Sherrill first."
"Thank you." Duke Sherrill stepped aside with a sad expression.
Huo Chengxuan and Song Jing came forward to pay homage to Mrs. Sherrill.
Debbie bit her lip, "Dad, Brother Huo said that Oriental girl is his future marriage partner, what should I do?"
Duke Sherrill frowned, and then sighed, "I originally wanted to take this opportunity today to talk about your mother's expectations to see if I can bring you together. After all, your mother's biggest wish in life is hope.
I can watch you marry Mr. Huo."
"Mr. Huo must have guessed that he brought this Oriental girl to attend your mother's funeral today."
"Debbie, Mr. Huo has already treated his refusal like a gentleman, saving me the embarrassment of refusing after I opened my mouth. Please give up."
"Dad, no! I won't give up!" Debbie gritted her teeth. She had liked Brother Huo since she was a child, and she would never give up.