Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Song Yuening looked at Song Nianan who fell asleep in her arms after being tired from crying.

One hand gently stroked the top of her head, brushing aside the hair on her face that was wet with tears and stuck to her face, her eyes were particularly gentle.

"Sorry, it seems that Nian An will have to sleep here all night tonight. Can I pick her up tomorrow morning?"

Considering that Song Nian'an and Xie Zitao must have been tired after playing outside all day today, Song Yuening decided not to take her home after much hesitation, but let him stay at Xie's house to rest.

Xie Mingyuan listened to Song Yuening's polite words and remembered what he had just said when facing Song Nian'an, and suddenly had a guess in his heart.

"Of course. With the relationship between us, you don't need to be so polite. Zitao, take Nian An up to rest first."

Xie Mingyuan said and waved to the maid next to him, who immediately came forward, picked up Song Nian'an, and followed Xie Zitao upstairs.

"Then I'll leave first."

Song Yuening watched the maid hug Song Nianan and disappear at the top of the stairs, and naturally turned her head to say goodbye to Xie Mingyuan.

"Wait, Ning Ning, I have something to ask you."

Xie Mingyuan did not let her leave directly, but asked her to stay.

"Mr. Xie, if you have anything to say, just tell me. I will tell you everything I know."

Song Yuening raised her eyes and met Xie Mingyuan's eyes. There was no impurity in those eyes, just like calm lake water.

"It's not convenient to talk here. Come with me to the study."

Song Yuening didn't know why, but looking at Xie Mingyuan's serious expression, she nodded silently, followed him up the stairs step by step, and walked into the study with him.

There is a light scent of incense in the study, which smells soothing and calming.

After Song Yuening walked into the study, she sat on the sofa. After watching Xie Mingyuan sit down opposite her, she asked.

"Mr. Xie, what do you want to ask me? Why can't you say it in the living room?"

Xie Mingyuan originally wanted to ask her directly if she had remembered her past memories, but looking at her current appearance, he felt a little unsure.

After pondering for a moment, Xie Mingyuan slowly spoke.

"The flowers in the garden will bloom in a while. Do you want to come and take a look? Nian'an is young and should like these beautiful things."

When Song Yuening heard this, her cherry-colored lips involuntarily pursed her lips slightly, and her eyes fluctuated.

"There should be very few flowers blooming this season, right? Mr. Xie is joking."

Of course, the flowers in the garden will not bloom during this season, but in order to propose to Song Yuening, Xie Mingyuan built a flower house in the back garden.

The constant temperature system inside can ensure that the greenhouse is like spring all year round, so even if the temperature outside is a little low now, the flowers in the greenhouse are still in full bloom.

If Song Yuening really remembered the past, then she couldn't be unclear about this.

But she said something like this.

Xie Mingyuan pursed his lips tightly and kept scanning his face, trying to see some flaws.

But Song Yuening acted "tightly", with no other expression on her face except curiosity and surprise.

Xie Mingyuan then slowly explained: "I built a greenhouse in the back garden."

After listening to Xie Mingyuan's words, Song Yuening blinked and said in surprise.

"I didn't know there was a greenhouse in the back garden of Xie's house. Mr. Xie is really interested."

After a pause, Song Yuening continued.

"Of course Nian An likes these beautiful things. I will tell her after she wakes up tomorrow. Thank you, Mr. Xie, for your kind invitation. But..."

Song Yuening looked at Xie Mingyuan with a bit of confusion in her eyes: "Did you specially ask me to come to the study just to say these things to me?"

Xie Mingyuan looked at the expression on her face and said suddenly. "Of course not, I just want to ask you, what are you going to do with Cui Fenglan?"

"If you have no ideas for the moment, you can leave it to me and I will deal with her."

Song Yuening gently shook her head: "No need, this is my own matter, I should handle it myself. I appreciate Mr. Xie's kindness."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back first. After all, it's getting late now."

After Song Yuening said that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Just when her hand fell on the study door handle and she was about to push the door open and go out, Xie Mingyuan floated up from behind.

"Aren't you afraid that Cui Fenglan will go to your place of work and cause trouble?"

Song Yuening paused before opening the door, then pressed it firmly.

"Of course not. Mr. Xie is too worried. The security system where my studio is located is very strong. She will not have the opportunity to enter."

After saying that, he left the study directly.

After she left, the study fell into silence again.

And Xie Mingyuan recalled what he had just said to himself, and he already had the answer in his heart.

"Since you don't want to, then..."

The second half of the words disappeared silently in the study because the voice gradually became lower.

……

studio.

The assistant looked at Song Yuening walking into the office and couldn't help but murmur in her heart.

"What happened to Teacher Song recently?"

Why do you go to the studio every two days? Is there really only so much inspiration that she can't even take a moment to relax?

But before he could figure it out, a well-dressed woman wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap walked in, waved to him, said hello and then entered the office.

There is no doubt that this lady who doesn't want to show her face is of course Ji Xia, the popular actress Ji Xia.

"Yue Ning, didn't you say you wanted to design a cheongsam that is unique to me? I just have time recently, when will you start?"

After Ji Xia and Song Yuening got closer, their unknown side was also exposed.

When Song Yuening heard Ji Xia's voice, she stopped what she was doing, looked up at the shapeless woman slumped on the sofa, and shook her head helplessly.

"If the paparazzi and reporters outside see how shameless our Queen Ji is, I wonder if their jaws will drop."

Song Yuening joked with a smile.

Ji Xia waved his hand nonchalantly, took off the sunglasses on his nose and the baseball cap on his head, threw them aside, and stretched lazily.

"The security work in your place is so good. The paparazzi and reporters will definitely not be able to get in. You are the only one who can see this side of me."

"I believe that our Song Designer will not betray my ugly side to the media for a few dirty dollars, right?"

After Ji Xia and Song Yuening teased each other for a few words, they got down to business.

"By the way, why did you come to the studio today? Why did you set the meeting place here? I feel like something is not right with you recently."

She held her chin and looked at Song Yuening, who was drawing something on the paper with his head down, and the curiosity in her heart became stronger.

Song Yuening was about to answer her question when she heard a commotion outside the office.

"Hey, sir, how did you get in?"