Chapter 18

Shen Zhao stared at her without blinking, and said honestly, "Yes."

The inside of the carriage was dark, and Song Ling's eyes suddenly softened as she stared at her. She raised her lips and chuckled, and changed to another relaxed tone. On the one hand, you should be glad that you met me."

Shen Zhao knew that she was referring to her father's bone marrow match, but even so, hearing such words in her ears made her feel ridiculous.

She used all means to coerce and tempt her, and in the end, she had to be grateful to Dade and fortunate to have met her?

Shen Zhao didn't even know that there were such shameless people in this world.

Shen Zhao didn't want to discuss such absurd topics with her, she reached out and pushed her out, and then got out of the back seat of the car.

Ji Mingshu dragged Shen Zhao's suitcase out of the trunk, walked in front of her, and called her softly: "Miss Shen, this is my phone number, the WeChat ID is synchronized, you can contact me anytime if you have anything. I'll come pick you up tomorrow morning."

As an assistant, Ji Mingshu is so perfect that she can turn herself into air when she is not needed. Once the scene changes, she will know what she needs to do next.

It's just that Shen Zhao doesn't like the people involved with Song Ling, and he doesn't like it.

"Thank you." Shen Zhao said in a low voice, raising his hand to take the business card and suitcase from Ji Mingshu's hand.

Ji Mingshu was very peaceful, she gently pulled the corner of her mouth, smiled, nodded slightly at Shen Zhao, then turned around and walked to the driver's seat, and drove the car away.

The remaining two stood at the door, Song Ling turned to open the door, and said softly, "Come in."

This is a villa area, the surrounding environment is excellent, and each household is far away, giving each household enough social distance to feel safe.

Shen Zhao pursed her lips. She looked down at the suitcase in her hand. She made an impulsive decision. At this moment, she suddenly didn't know whether it was right or wrong.

Song Ling opened the door, and there was a small square yard inside. There were no flowers in the yard, but many bushes and green plants were planted in the yard, and the sound of birds chirping could be vaguely heard in the yard.

Unlike the cottage in the country, this is an idyllic pleasure for the rich.

Song Ling walked into the yard, and when she looked back, she saw someone still standing at the door, she frowned, and her voice was slightly heavy: "Come in."

Shen Zhao raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, without speaking, he dragged the box and walked in.

Entering the courtyard, Song Ling walked in front, Shen Zhao followed, Song Ling opened the door, and the two entered the villa.

As soon as he entered the door, Shen Zhao heard a click, Song Ling pressed the switch on the wall, and the whole villa suddenly lit up.

This is a three-story duplex villa. People standing at the entrance and entrance can see the rooms on the second and third floors at a glance.

Shen Zhao had never lived in a villa, but it looked like a castle in a movie.

She only knew that Song Ling was rich, but she didn't know what the life of the rich was like.

Song Ling put the key on the cabinet and said in a low voice: "There is a guest room on the second floor, I have already had it cleaned up, and I can live in tonight. The kitchen is over there, and the nanny will be there every morning at seven o'clock. Buy some ingredients and put them in the refrigerator. If you need anything, you can write it down and put it on the refrigerator, and the aunt will see it. If you have anything you want, you can also write it down and let the aunt buy it, or, "she Suddenly paused and looked back at her, "You can also tell me. From now on, you can tell me all your needs."

Shen Zhao listened to everything she said coldly, raised his eyes to meet her, and took her words, "Do you care?"

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, but she didn't react for a while. She caught a glimpse of the unhappiness on her face and looked at her and said, "You can think so if you want."

After she finished speaking, she walked over, took the suitcase in her hand, turned around and walked to the small cubicle next to her.

Obviously there is a sense of tension, but this time Song Ling didn't argue with her, and the whole situation turned into a silent smoke of gunpowder.

Shen Zhao pursed his lips, started to follow her, and when he walked to the small cubicle, he realized that there was an elevator next to the entrance.

A three-story villa with a built-in elevator.

The lifestyle of the rich is beyond Shen Zhao's imagination.

Song Ling carried the suitcase, Shen Zhao followed, and the elevator stopped on the second floor.

Out of the elevator is the bedroom.

There are three bedrooms on the second floor. The master bedroom faces south. Song Ling lives in the one, and the next one and the back one are the second bedroom.

Song Ling unscrewed the door next to the master bedroom.

, open the door, go in, turn on the lights.

The room had already been set up. Maybe Song Ling had calculated every step of her thoughts and knew that she would live in, so even the room was set up in advance.

She is a prey, every step and every thought is within the expectations of the hunter Song Ling.

The room is large and simple in style.

The wallpaper is a touch of wood yellow, and all the sheets and quilt covers are also warm yellow, and the lights are reflected, adding a warm taste.

Song Ling put the suitcase next to the bed and said, "It's because it's a temporary arrangement, and no one has lived there. You can open the window again tomorrow to keep ventilating. There is a balcony outside, and you can usually read and write. This place is alone. There is no big bathtub. If you want to take a bath, you can come to my room."

Shen Zhao frowned slightly, she raised her eyes and glanced at the woman in front of her, and said softly, "Thank you, no need, I don't like bathing."

Song Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, and said lightly, "It's up to you. Take a shower and go to bed earlier to make up for your sleep." After she finished speaking, she didn't stay any longer, turned around and left the room.

The room was quiet again, Shen Zhao stood there and saw the door behind her closing, she looked up at this unfamiliar room.

Strange people, strange breath. Living under the same roof, maybe she shouldn't have agreed to Song Ling to live here.

Without the energy to think about it, Shen Zhao took out the clothes and things from the suitcase and simply packed it up. She took her pajamas into the bathroom, took a long bath, and faded away the fatigue of the past few days. She was too tired to even have the hair. Blow, lay on the bed and fell asleep after a while.

In the middle of the night, Song Ling worked overtime in the study until late at night, and there was a rare burnout on his face.

She walked towards the room habitually, and just as her fingers touched the doorknob, she suddenly remembered that the room next to her was now occupied.

She turned around and walked to the door of Shen Zhao's room, hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and opened the door of the room. The light in the room was not turned off, but was still on.

As soon as the door opened a crack, Song Ling caught a glimpse of the person lying on the bed sideways, with no pillow, no quilt, and fell asleep with wet hair.

Song Ling frowned. She softly pushed the door open and walked to the bedside. She wanted to wake up the person on the bed to blow dry her hair before going back to sleep, but she hesitated when she saw her sleeping face. She had never slept so well before, so Song Ling still couldn't bear to be called by her.

Song Ling leaned down towards her, reached out to support her shoulders and turned her body over, gently supporting the back of her head with her palms. She was probably really tired and didn't even wake up after all the tossing.

With her palm resting on the back of her head, Song Ling stood on one foot on the edge of the bed and kneeled on the other foot on the bed. The edge of the bed was sunken. She lowered her body and wrapped her arms around half of her head, wrapping half of her body around her. In front of him, he turned around and placed the person gently on the head of the bed.

There was a dry towel hanging by the head of the bed, and Song Ling took it out and spread it under her hair, trying to dry out some dampness in the shade.

Straighten up, put the quilt over her. Song Ling turned around to find the remote control of the air conditioner and turned on the heating.

"Dad..." A faint babble suddenly came from behind, Song Ling was stunned for a while, then turned to look at her.

A small face is pale and colorless, half hidden in the quilt, with thick eyelashes lightly covered there, pitch black like a crow's wing feather, looking at it makes people feel a little pity.

The eyes under the eyelashes were tightly closed, and the corners of the eyes were slightly moist. She was probably dreaming, her brows were furrowed.

In fact, when those eyes were closed, she looked nothing like Ah Jin.

This is a stranger with a strange appearance and a strange temperament.

The whole body, except for those eyes, is not half similar to Ah Jin.

Song Ling raised her eyebrows and didn't look at her again, her eyes regained the indifference of the past, and turned to close the door and leave.

She tied a body double to her side and loved her as Ajin. Such an emotion was actually so deformed that it made people feel ridiculous.