He Xi lives in a high-end foreign-related community and a doghouse? According to Song Yunzhe's standards, I really want to know if the White House can only be regarded as a small two-star hotel.

Walking out of the parking lot met a group of foreigners who were communicating, my radar was quickly activated: they were speaking French.

People are like this. When something they have learned well is useless, they will be particularly excited when they encounter any related opportunities. I wonder if Song Yunzhe is the same as well? I looked at him, but found that he was moving forward indifferently, a little disappointed.

In order to cause less trouble, we chose a road with fewer people, but we needed to cross an arch bridge.

I was in trouble standing in front of the arch bridge, thinking about whether to change the road or simply take off my shoes.

Song Yunzhe quickly understood my situation, walked over, and then couldn't help but react and beat me horizontally and picked me up.

I struggled to get down. He didn't let go.

"I don't want to see someone running barefoot on the bridge in a valentino dress." He walked up the bridge, "Don't make a big fuss. If you don't want to appear with me on the entertainment headline tomorrow, just calm me down."

I adjusted my seat and tried to jump down.

"Don't move around. If you make me fall off the bridge, then we will also appear in the social version of the headlines tomorrow."

I was silent, and He Xi almost rolled on the ground with a smile.

I am lost, and I am content with myself being the humble and silent sister forever, safe but eternal.

As soon as He Xi opened the door, I realized how appropriate what Song Yunzhe called the "dog kennel".

He scratched his head embarrassedly, then rushed in first, throwing all the clothes and magazines on the floor on the sofa into his bedroom.

"It's very messy." I said, "This family lacks a woman." At the same time, he glanced at Song Yunzhe, who was responsible for He Xi.

But he didn't focus on the key points, "He Xi, the salary I paid you is enough to hire a maid."

I saw He Xi's eyes rolling up and down for many seconds, so I quickly put away the fruit knife on the coffee table, worried that he would stab his thigh with one knife.

"By the way, why do you think of coming to my house?" He Xi asked, throwing a can of beer to Song Yunzhe at the same time. I reached out to ask him for it, but Song Yunzhe slapped him heavily, "You are not allowed to drink it."

In fact, the ideal brother should be like this, helping his sister stand out, and occasionally like a little adult, he will not be allowed to do this or that.

I said "Oh" and sat obediently on the sofa, holding up the juice He Xi handed me.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?" He Xi asked.

"Hide on the trouble." Song Yunzhe took a big sip of beer, "Xiao Keke will go to my house to find me tonight, and I am not interested in accompanying her to mess around."

"What's going on?" He Xi was obviously disgusted.

"What do you think? It's just to take a few photos. She called me and told me that there was something to talk about."

"Will that be the beauty Xiao wait in the sky outside the gate tonight?"

"Don't worry, I won't show up, I can still make headlines tomorrow. She can get off the car with a haggard look on her face, and there will be news of us quarrel and breakup tomorrow." He said sarcastically.

I couldn't help asking, "But is this okay? She is a girl."

"Yilian, you are too kind." He Xi shook his head, "Yunzhe has helped her enough, she is not satisfied."

I don't know what to respond, I don't know.

They started discussing work again. I walked to the window and saw the rows of street lights in the community and the roads that were illuminated by the headlights from time to time. The cold wind at night blew in, and I shivered and couldn't help but hold my arms.

The clock on the wall is aimed at twelve o'clock, and Mrs. Liu should be worried. I called home, "Sister Liu, I will go back later, don't worry."

Song Yunzhe came over and put on a piece of clothing on me and answered the phone, "Sister Liu, I will send Yilian back."

In order to prevent Xiao Keke from causing any more trouble, He Xi decided to drive the two of us back in person.

He turned on the radio in the car, and the female host of the cold and sad night show told moving love stories one by one. All I paid attention to was the background music.

I sang along, “onedayheneereyeyoung, oneonderfulmorning inmay. youtoldmeyouloveme, heneereyeyoungoneday.”

"It's very beautiful, right?" I smiled. The radio station's DJ should be played. How can such a song be suitable for those pretentious and vulgar eight o'clock stages!

He Xi turned the table. Although the light in the car was not bright enough, I still clearly saw Song Yunzhe's eyebrows suddenly frowning. There was no other sound in the car except for the cold male voice broadcasting the news.

When I walked into the house, I found that Song Yunzhe's coat was still on his shoulders.

At this time, Mrs. Liu came downstairs and suddenly decided to do it. She said two words in a daze: "Miss."

Even she would treat me as Gu Nuanyue.
Chapter completed!