Song Yi was silent in the room for a moment.

After a couple minutes of deep thought, eventually, it was time to pick up the car keys from the table and walk out of the room.

The door lock clicked shut.

Over there, in the hotel.

Song Chaolu raised her eyes from the middle of the bathtub.

The glass-glass door of the bathroom was pushed open, and the young man's brow held an intoxicating softness.

"Ma'am."

Deliberately ingratiating voice, versus an overly soft tone.

All of them gave Song Chaolu a feeling of being high up and being held up.

She'd been widowed for a long time, and even the strongest woman-people sometimes felt alone.

And the man in front of her is her new boyfriend since she arrived in North City.

Or ... a new favorite, lez.

The man's last name is Ma.

The name is Madjian.

Teenage looking, but really, twenty-five years old.

Song Chaolu liked him a lot.

When she saw him come in with a glass of red wine, she smiled slightly and held out her hand at her.

Ma Dejian walked over, placed the red wine glass on the floor next to the bathtub, took the rose oil next to the bathtub and gently poured some onto Song Chaolu's arms, massaging her.

Song Chaolu closed her eyes comfortably.

However, the displeasure on her brow was still imprinted on her face.

Ma Dejian had just heard Song Chaolu's agitated appearance when she was on the phone with her son, and after a slight silence, she still opened her mouth and spoke gently to Song Chaolu,"Madam, is this comfortable?"

"Uh~."

Song Chaolu closed her eyes and answered comfortably.

Madjen smiled a little, not daring to slacken the movements of his hands.

Instead, he began to go a little bit deeper and continued to find topics to talk about with Song Chaolu.

"Madame seems tired."

"Yeah," she did get tired, or her heart did.

"I'll give your ladyship more pressure, and she may be comfortable."

Madjen's massage was pretty good.

Gently go to press Song Chaolu's arm, follow all the way up, shoulder, collarbone.

It's almost to the chest.

His hand subconsciously paused.

Song Chaolu also noticed the moment he stopped.

Opening her eyes, she looked upward at him, "What's wrong?"

Being looked at like this by Song Chaolu.

Ma Dejian's heart was also a little jittery.

"Mrs. ..."

"Aren't you going to help me press more?" Song Chaolu reached out, taking his hand and sliding it under her collarbone.

Almost, his hand was going to be on that spot.

At that moment, the doorbell suddenly came from outside.

Madjen's hand froze.

The searing atmosphere inside the bathroom chilled all of a sudden as well.

Being disturbed at this time, Song Chaolu clearly felt impatient.

Letting go of Madjian's hand, he instructed him, "Go out and see what's going on."

Ma Dejian withdrew his hand and got up to open the door outside as Song Chaolu had said.

And Song Chaolu pressed down the heat in his heart and closed his eyes again, enjoying that feeling of warm water encompassing his body in the Jacuzzi.

She had her eyes closed.

Quietly, he listened to the commotion outside.

Soon, a familiar voice was heard.

Her eyes opened abruptly for a moment as well.

"Get out of the way!"

Outside the bathroom, Ma Dejian desperately wanted to stop Song Yi.

Song Yiyi was already impatient when she saw such a little white boy appearing in her mom's hotel suite.

Now that he was in the way and blocking his way, he had even more of an urge to hit someone.

"Mr. Song, Madam is really busy."

"Get outta here!"

Song Yi pushed him away with one hand.

Seeing as he looked like a little white boy, he didn't feel like much of a brawny man as soon as he was pushed out.

Madjen gets a push off.

Raising his hand, he was about to knock on the bathroom door.

Just as her finger was about to land on the door, Song Chaolu,who was inside the room, reached out and pulled the door open.

She had already put her bathrobe on.

Seeing his son about to raise his hand to knock on the door, he frowned.

And then a sweep of the afterglow, saw Ma Dejian was Song Yiyi early to give a push to the ground, the brow wrinkled more tightly.

"What's the point of making all this noise when you're here?"

Apparently, Song Chaolu was slightly displeased with his son for hitting Ma Dejian.

However, it didn't show very much.

"What is he?"

Song Yiyi pointed at Ma Dejian's nose and asked her own mom.

Song Chaolu didn't feel anything, wrapped in her bathrobe, glanced at Ma Dejian, who was crawling up on the ground, and spoke softly to her son, "What do you think he is?"

Song Yiyi is not a child anymore.

Of course he could see that it was his mom's new favorite.

The heart was instantly angrier.

Even if his father is dead, but it's a bit too thin for mom to have a new love so soon, isn't it?

"Pony, you go out first."

"Yes, ma'am."

Ma Dejian answered lowly and gave Song Yiyi a somewhat scornful look before he turned around and went out as Song Chaolu had said.

As soon as Ma Dejian left, Song Yiyi was dissatisfied and said to her mother, "Mother was originally living in the hotel, such a style if the word gets out, it's not too good."

"What's wrong with that, your dad is dead."

Song Chaolu didn't think there was anything wrong with it and didn't feel the least bit inhibited.

However, Song Yiyi felt that her mother was thin-skinned when she listened to her mother's words.

"Dad's only been dead a couple years, and you're like this?"

"Dead is dead, am I going to grieve for him for the rest of my life?"

Song Chaolu thought it was funny;

Song Yiyi completely disagreed with her mother's statement.

"Well, at least you're married."

"We're still mother and son, aren't you just as disobedient to your mother?"

Song Chaolu walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.

Song Yiyi was suddenly choked by her mother's words.

Song Chaolu saw her son choked and stopped talking, then she shook the cigarette ash inside the ashtray and looked at him, "I'm your mother, no matter what I do, it's all for your own good, and now you think that all the decisions I make are intentionally harmful to you?"

"Of course not."

Song Yi denied.

"Then why didn't you listen to me and push off the cooperation with the Lu family?"

Song Chaolu was haunted by the incident.

Song Yiyi's fingers on the side of the body, clenched and stretched out, the heart tangled for a moment, before finally asked out, "I for mother, just a money tree?"

Song Chaolu's eyebrows twisted and he immediately scolded, "What are you babbling about?"

"Why did my mother take control of my career and hide so much from me if she didn't just see me as a cash cow?"

Song Chaolu obviously didn't expect his son to speak like this.

Frowning, he said, "What controlling your career to hide things from you, when have I ever hidden things from you? Besides, I'm controlling your career for the sake of your career to develop more smoothly, is it hard for me to do so, or is it still for the sake of harming you?"

"If it wasn't to harm me, then why did my mother tell me why she broke with Xiao Rong after working with him, and why can't I have a partnership with Song Frost's friend?"

Song Yiyi's question was really difficult for Song Chaolu.

"You don't understand ..."

Song Chaolu didn't want to tell him too much.

Song Yiyi, however, had to ask what was going on, "What don't I understand?"

"Xiao Rong and Song Frost."

"Does Xiao Rong have anything to do with Song Frost?"

Song Chaolu wrinkled her eyebrows, "Since we're in the same boat as Xiao Rong, we have to draw a strict line with Song Frost."

"Because of this, you won't let me have contact with Song Frost's friends?"

Song Chaolu doesn't deny it.

"Who the hell is Xiao Rong?"

Song Yiyi finally asked the question that had been nagging him all the way.

Xiao Rong's identity, as if it was not as simple as he understood it to be.

If it was that simple.

There was no need for his mother to make him draw the line so clearly with Song Frost.

However, how far is Xiao Rong's identity not simple?

"Xiao Rong he ..."

Song Chaolu hesitated for a moment, seeing that his son had been staring at him so closely.

It was helpless before saying, "He talked to Song Frost ..."

Song Yiyi couldn't help but be more skeptical when she saw how difficult every word her mother said was.

"How's it going with Song Frost?"

Song Chaolu sighed, feeling that she really couldn't say anything, stood up, and went inside the study to get a document.

Turning, he handed it to his son, "Read it yourself."

...

Xiao Yong got up early in the morning to catch a plane.

Daylight just dawned.

Just dragged the suitcase out the door.

Xiao Yu on the first floor was pouring water to drink in the kitchen, and when she heard a commotion outside, she walked out with a glass of water.

Saw it was Xiao Rong dragging his suitcase out.

Unable to resist tugging at the corners of his lips, "So early?"

Xiao Rong glanced sideways, saw that it was Xiao Yu, and nodded.

Xiao Yu didn't mind that he hadn't stopped to greet her in sign language, but instead, with her glass of water in hand, she walked towards the door.

Moreover, it was especially kind to help Xiao Rong open the door to his room when he was about to go out.

Xiao Rong raised her eyes and looked at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu's eye level rose slightly.

It's very pretty dandelion eyes.

Nice to look at, but because of her personality, she looks a little mean.

Xiao Yu held her arms and waited for him to go out the door.

As if to hurry up and close the door after he was out the door.

Xiao Rong didn't do what she wanted.

Moving his hand, he gestured up sign language: 'After I go to Sioux City, Dad ...'

"Don't worry, I'll help you take care of dad," after saying that, Xiao Yu gave another bad smile and looked in the direction of the second floor, saying slyly, "Of course, I'll also help you take care of mom."

Xiao Rong's eyebrows furrowed.

After he left, Xiao Yu was afraid that Han Lu would not be less embarrassed in this house.

However, for Han Lu to have gotten to this point, naturally it wasn't simple either.

Xiao Yu couldn't uproot Han Lu either.

'I'll be off then.'

Xiao Rong gestured, put the suitcase outside the door, and the person walked out.

Just out the door.

The door behind them was then closed immediately by Shao Yu.

It was as if he had finally banished Xiao Rong from his world.

Xiao Yu laughed and clapped her hands, a smile on her lips as she walked up towards the second floor.

Xiao Rong turned around, his eyes quietly looking at the door of the old Xiao family house that was closed.

There was a moment of silence before he turned and dragged his bags away.

The pulleys of the suitcases rattled clearly on the concrete road in the early morning.

Xiao Rong didn't feel at all that this departure from the North City was an exile after being expelled.

On the contrary, he had been looking forward to this departure.

Because the current Sioux City was more desirable to him than the North City.