Madam, president loves you secrectly

Song Manxi didn't return to song's house until more than 9 pm. He parked his car in the garage, dragged his suitcase and took out the key outside the door for a while.

As soon as I opened the door, there was a warm smell inside. It was warm on the ground. There were people at home.

Song Manxi called a few times without thinking: "Mom, aunt, I'm back."

Song's father went to m country on business and was not at home. It should be only Wen Ruyi and the maid aunt who took care of the family.

But what she heard was song Qianqian's voice, soft and gentle: "sissy, how did you come back?"

On the sofa in the living room, song Qianqian fell with green silk all over his head, leaned against him, and a white blanket was covered on his thigh.

"Sister, why are you at home? Aren't you still filming?" Song Manxi changed a pair of slippers in the porch, put aside his suitcase and went over with his handbag.

I sat on the sofa on the other side: "I have something to go back to Jiangcheng. Go home and have a look. Sister, why is your face so ugly? The crew is too tired recently and didn't have a rest, okay?"

Song Qianqian put the book he had read in his spare time on the glass table in front of him, smiled and shook his head.

"Sister, what do you mean by shaking your head?"

Song Manxi didn't understand. She looked straight at Song Qianqian. She just felt that her face was too pale. She didn't look human, and her eyes were gray without a trace of blood. She looked even haggard.

Song Qianqian turned and half sat up with some stiff movements. Song Manxi frowned. Just seeing her incoherent movements, he felt that something must have happened.

She reached out and held song Qianqian.

"Slow down."

Song Qianqian but couldn't smile. He adjusted himself to the most comfortable position and whispered to song Manxi, "don't look at your sister like that. My sister asked for it."

Song Qianqian said so. Song Manxi's eyes flashed slightly and vaguely guessed something.

It turned out that Junlin was on a business trip not only to avoid himself, but also because something happened between him and his sister.

"No one at home to take care of you?"

"Yes, my aunt was there yesterday, but business matters. My uncle's project abroad was blocked. My aunt rushed there. My aunt is busy in another hospital. I said I'll call her if I have something."

Song Manxi sat down beside song Qianqian. She only wore a thin long sweater. This set is more home than the clothes in the previous crew.

"How did you get hurt? Is it serious? What did the doctor say?"

Although song Qianqian may not want to say, song Manxi always has to ask.

Song Qianqian smiled: "when filming, he accidentally fell off Weiya, hurt his waist and caudal vertebra, but he has had surgery. It's ideal. It's better to have a rest for about half a year."

She spoke lightly, but song Manxi didn't think so: "I went to find brother Junlin today."

When she mentioned this, the smile on Song Qianqian's face fell down, and song Manxi continued: "they told me that brother Junlin left a company when he went abroad for business."

Song Qianqian lowered his eyes and put his hands on the book in his thigh.

"Recently, I heard that brother Junlin's behavior has become more and more abnormal. It's cold all day. Anyone who accidentally touches his eyebrow will be angry and make an example of others. His means are simply and relentless, and few people in the headquarters dare to provoke him. Moreover, I can't get through to him, just like deliberately avoiding me."