Song's love letter

Chapter 53
Ruan Shu subconsciously denied it. She looked at Fu Qingqian with flustered eyes: "No, Mom, Song Ji didn't do anything to me."

Fu Qingqian already had the answer in her heart, so she didn't say much. Looking at Ruan Shu, she couldn't help but sighed, "Why is there such a silly child like you?"

Ruan Shu pursed her lips, but smiled silently.

Song Ji came in at this moment. He was wearing a wide suit jacket in pure black color, and his demeanor looked indifferent and alienated.

The butler took the coat he had taken off with both hands and retreated.

Ruan Shu looked at him, with inexplicable emotions rising from her heart. The long time of getting along with him gave her a little understanding of his thoughts.

"Song Ji..."

"Ruan Shu, come here." He said softly, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with his tone.

Ruan Shu was startled, and followed his footsteps to the bedroom.

"I met your mother today. She came to Jinzhou. I didn't know it beforehand." In the room, Song Ji spoke first, calmly: "Wanwan, I know you never mention me in front of your mother. , can you tell me why?"

Ruan Shu looked at him, first panicked, then dumbfounded.

The corner of Song Ji's mouth raised, but he didn't say anything. He stood in front of her, keeping his expression on.The bedroom is a monochromatic blue tone, and the glass window faintly reveals his deep-lined side face, and those autumn water cold star eyes only look at her, not for a moment.

Under such oppressive eyes, Ruan Shu finally spoke and explained palely: "I don't know how to introduce you to my mother."

"I am your husband, Ruan Shu, that's all." The autumn wind was very pleasant, blowing on the faces of the two of them from the window.Song Ji narrowed her eyes, and almost whispered in Ruan Shu's ear: "I will not hurt you, nor will I hurt your family."

"Your mother came to me today, and I explained some of the past to her. When we first met, she probably had a good impression of me." He pulled her shoulders, with faint paranoia in his eyes: "I can handle everything, I can protect you."

Ruan Shu was shocked. She always remembered Song Ji's attitude towards her father many years ago.But today, he was able to lower his posture so low in front of her mother.She spoke with a trembling voice: "I thought you wouldn't want to see my mother."

"I am very willing." He kissed her lips lightly, and sighed slightly: "Ruan Shu, I love you."

There are so many women in this world, beautiful in appearance and beautiful in heart, but Song Ji wants an ordinary Ruan Shu.

He told her in his own way that he was changing for her.

Ruan Shu closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said word by word, "Thank you, Song Ji...I love you too."

Song Ji felt that his chest was wet. He didn't say anything, but gently patted her back, absolutely tender and gentle.Where Ruan Shu couldn't see, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and there was a cold sharp edge in his eyes, very light and cold.

Ruan Shu's fear of him has been accumulated over the years, and it will be impossible to completely eliminate it in a while.He can only start with her most important family affection, and let her let go of her guard little by little.

The phone call during the day was actually from Lu Feng.

"President Song, I received the news that Mrs. Gu just left the nursing home and went in the direction of Jinzhou."

He hung up the phone and went to Jinzhou without hesitation.

At such a good time, Gu Sijing took the initiative to come to the door, and Ruan Shu didn't know about the situation, so it was difficult to have a second time.

Using scheming and means has almost become his instinct.But seeking results, no matter what the means are, is not within the scope of his concern.As a businessman, Song Ji didn't leave any room for it.And as a partner, he's equally scary.Love is real, and so is calculation.

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The weekend passed quickly, and Song Ji took Ruan Shu back to the small building near the sea on Sunday night.

Ruan Shu looked at Song Ji's profile, it was so good-looking, without any flaws, just right.She looked at it and couldn't help laughing: "Song Ji, did someone tell you that you look good?"

"I had it when I was a child." He held the steering wheel with one hand, his knuckles were white.

"Then when you grow up, there will be no more?" She asked in disbelief.

Song Ji turned his gaze to look at her: "No one dares."

Ruan Shu suddenly remembered what Fu Qingqian said to her before leaving.

"Wanwan, Song Ji is my child, and I know how cold-hearted he is. Song Ji, he was good-looking when he was young, and his parents would always praise his appearance. Once, his uncle When I saw him, I touched his face out of liking. But Song Ji hated others touching him since he was a child, let alone touching his face, and he scratched his uncle's hand with a knife."

Fu Qingqian's earnest words are still ringing in his ears: "From then on, even the adults in the clan dare not touch him casually. I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit that Song Ji was born with such a cold temperament, coupled with The Song family has a strict hierarchy, and growing up in such an environment, he hardly has any concept of family affection."

"I don't like you thinking about other things by my side." His voice was soft, pulling Ruan Shu back to reality.

Ruan Shu looked at him and subconsciously said, "I'm not thinking about anything else."

Song Ji drove the car intently. For a while, he didn't speak.His demeanor was cold, at that moment, Ruan Shu felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Can Wanwan not lie to me?" He said suddenly, his tone unchanged and gentle.

Ruan Shu lowered her head and said cautiously, "Your mother told me something... about you."

"what's up?"

"Song Ji, in your eyes, what do you think family is?"

The atmosphere was instantly cold with her words, and Ruan Shu regretted asking such words.

"Family?" His voice was mocking and indifferent, and he didn't say any more.

However, Ruan Shu felt that she understood everything. For people like Song Ji, morality and human relations were never something he cared about.

Repression is like a tide, engulfing those who are in it without leaving a trace.Ruan Shu thought that he would not speak again, she turned her head to look at the neon lights outside the car, the lights and shadows, everything was not real enough.

After a few minutes, his voice sounded under such an undercurrent, gorgeous and low, like the most beautiful and melodious movement.He said: "Ruan Shu, you are the direction of my heart. I will call a place with you home."

Enough sweet love story.

What the heart wants, it still has no regrets.

Ruan Shu turned to him and looked at him, not knowing whether to smile or to sigh: Maybe he didn't care about anything, but he really put her in his heart.

When the two arrived home, it was time for dinner. The butler stood at the door, greeted them, and said, "Sir, madam, the meal is ready."

Song Ji took Ruan Shu's hand and walked inside. His palm was dry and there were thin calluses on his tiger's mouth.

Ruan Shu followed his steps obediently, her skirt fluttering in the night wind.

There are various dishes on the table, most of which Ruan Shu likes.

(End of this chapter)