Chapter 1001: Sending the rest of my life away (4)

The bodyguard didn't follow Chuzheng, but sat back in the car and dialed a number.

"Sir, there is something I need to tell you."

A soft voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yes."

"Just now I sent Miss Song to Golden Sunshine and met Song Boxue... Miss Song said her name is not Song Yanran."

"oh?"

The person on the other end seemed to be a little interested.

He paused for a few seconds and asked, "What next?"

The bodyguard continued: "She said... her name is Song Chuzheng."

There was only shallow breathing on the other end of the phone, and the bodyguard didn't dare to hang up the phone.

"Check it out."

"yes."

-

Chuzheng came out not long after entering, with a black card in her hand.

When the bodyguard saw her coming out, he was about to get out of the car to greet her when he saw several well-dressed girls walking to the door holding each other's arms, chatting and laughing.

The bodyguard hesitated and did not go over immediately, but took two steps forward to prevent emergencies.

"Hey, isn't this Yanran?"

One of the girls in an orange skirt reached out to stop her, with a bit of disdain on her delicate face.

The few girls with her also looked at her as if they were watching a show.

Chuzheng turned her head slightly and put her hands into her pockets naturally: "I'm not."

After the original owner was brought back, the Song family probably thought she didn't know anything and was embarrassed, so they wouldn't take her to participate in high-society social events. Naturally, no one knew her.

Of course, the Song family will not publicize the fact that 'Song Yanran' was sent away.

The girl in the orange skirt covered her lips and smiled, turning her beautiful eyes slightly: "Hey, Yanran, I heard that the Song family is going bankrupt? Even if this is the case, you don't have to deny your identity, right?"

The evil intentions in the girl's eyes were undisguised, and Chu Zheng could see clearly.

Unfortunately, it was not directed at her.

So Chuzheng didn't want to argue with her.

He just repeated lightly: "I am not Song Yanran. If you want to cause trouble for her, please go to the Song family."

Chuzheng spoke too calmly, and her determined tone actually made the girls across from her look at each other in awe.

Can they admit their mistake with this face?

It's definitely Song Yanran!

but……

This temperament is a bit different.

Song Yanran is the best at pretending. She always looks weak and weak in everything she does. When has she ever been so tough?

Are you afraid that they will cause trouble and deliberately fool them?

Several girls looked at each other, and the girl in the orange skirt said again: "Yanran, what are you doing here?"

"..."

I told you that I am not Song Yanran!

It’s not over yet!

The girl next to the orange skirt answered: "I remember that Yanran is not a member of Golden Sunshine, right? Oh, Yanran didn't come with that young master, right?"

Another girl was surprised: "The Song family is now so dilapidated that Yanran wants to sell herself?"

These girls, with every word they said to each other, they just came close to calling Song Yanran a guest picker.

The girl in the orange skirt suddenly reached out and pulled her.

Chuzheng didn't know what she wanted to do, so she took a step back and avoided her hand.

But several other girls immediately gathered around him, looking a little helpless.

"Yanran, why don't we find a place to catch up on old times?" the girl in the orange skirt said with a smile.

Chuzheng was irritable.

She raised her hand, and the bodyguard kept looking at her. When he saw Chu Zheng waving, he immediately went over.

"Miss Song."

"Hit them." Chuzheng pointed at the girls.

"..."

The bodyguard hesitated.

But thinking of Uncle Bai's instructions, he called the bodyguard over.

"What are you doing?"

"Song Yanran, how dare you call a bodyguard?"

"You, the Song family, are like that and you still dare to offend us. Have you eaten up your ambition?"

Chuzheng said seriously: "It is against the law to eat the heart of a bear or the courage of a leopard."

bodyguard:"……"

"Fight, what are you waiting for?" Chuzheng turned to look at the bodyguard.

Anyway, they felt that they were Song Yanran, and they couldn't find her to blame for any trouble.

Perfect!

Chuzheng was escorted away by bodyguards amidst the cries of several girls whose beauty turned pale.

People in the Golden Club heard the commotion and hurried out, looking like they wanted to stop but didn't dare.

After all, those bodyguards are really evil...

A little different from ordinary bodyguards.

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Chuzheng sat back in the car. This time she was sitting in the passenger seat. The bodyguard was surprised, but he didn't show it. Instead, he asked respectfully where she was going next.

"Drive forward."

Chuzheng put her feet on the workbench in front of her, acting like an uncle.

"..."

The bodyguard silently started the car and drove forward.

It wasn't until dark that Chuzheng asked the bodyguard to go back.

Uncle Bai was waiting at the door: "Miss Song, you are back."

Chuzheng held her hands and walked inside. Her posture didn't look like she was imprisoned here at all, but rather like the owner of this place.

When Chuzheng entered, the bodyguard immediately told the housekeeper what happened today.

Of course, there is no need to talk to your husband about these less important things.

After Uncle Bai sorts it out, he will report it to Mr.

"Isn't there only one daughter in the Song family?"

"Yes, Uncle Bai...you said Miss Song, did you give this place to... last time?"

The bodyguard pointed to his brain.

After committing suicide last time, Miss Song seemed to have become a different person.

Isn't this a brain failure?

Uncle Bai doesn't know, but the possibility of his brain being broken is...not high.

For some reason, he believed that Miss Song was not Song Yanran.

"Find out as soon as possible."

"OK."

The bodyguard left the villa to investigate the Song family's affairs.

No one is talking about this, and no one will know about it.

But if someone wants to investigate, it is not a secret.

Song Chuzheng's information was quickly delivered to a villa in the suburbs.

Uncle Bai personally sent it. The information was packed in a special file bag and was neatly placed on a purple sandalwood table.

One hand reached over, picked up the file bag, opened it, and pulled out the information inside.

The speed of turning pages is very fast, and it is not too much to read ten lines at a time.

Snapped--

The information fell on the table, slid to the edge, and finally clattered to the floor.

On the top page, there was written clearly - Song Chuzheng.

"The Song family is very capable."

The man's pleasant voice sounded, a little careless and lazy, with no hint of emotion or anger.

Uncle Bai looked aside.

The man was sitting at the table, wearing only a thin sweater and simple casual pants.

One leg was on the table and the other was hanging over the edge, no shoes on.

He placed his right hand on his bent knee and played with a string of Buddhist beads between his fair and slender fingers. The beads looked smooth and looked like they had been played with often.

"Sir, what are you going to do?"

The man slid the beads one by one, and after a long time he said, "Let's do this for now."

The sound is clear and light, still with a sense of laziness, and it sounds very textured, pleasant and long-lasting.

Uncle Bai understood the man's subtext.

This was done in advance.

"What about Miss Song?"

The man's bare feet were on the ground, and his casual pants were down. They were a little long and could cover the insteps.

Upward are straight and slender legs.

He stepped on the wooden floor and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window. As if he was boneless, he sat softly in the rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The rocking chair swayed.

"Business as usual."

"yes."