You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

No one knew what Teacher Li was worried about, and everyone stood there in a bad mood.

When they were in a bad mood, Song Buci was in a good mood.

She sat in the back seat, leaning against the back of the car with her legs crossed.

Holding the phone in both hands, his two thumbs moved rapidly on the screen.

In the quiet car, the only sound was the sound of her typing on the keyboard.

Song Chenyu looked at her and saw that she was staring at her phone. Then he said, "Are you really not going to go free?"

"No." Song Buci didn't look up. "I plan to start one myself."

When Song Chenyu heard this, he suddenly recalled the time when he first met Ye Haitang.

Her smile was bright and she looked like the rising sun.

Ye Haitang walked barefoot on the beach, looking sunny and cheerful.

"I plan to start my own orchestra, and I want this orchestra to be known all over the world."

"I want everyone to know that I, Ye Haitang, can play the piano well."

The girl's brilliant smile was imprinted in his mind, and Song Chenyu could not forget it at this moment.

It was the girl's brilliant smile that made Song Chenyu, who doubted and questioned love, fall into the sea of ​​love.

Because of this, the two began a ten-year entanglement, breaking up and getting back together before finally getting married.

The two should have lived happily ever after, but an accident separated them.

Many years later, her own daughter, with a face 80% similar to hers, said similar words.

Song Chenyu was speechless for a moment.

Song Buci, who was sitting next to him, didn't notice it and kept chattering with his mouth open.

"It's just a band. If my mom can start it, I can do it too."

"Not only do I want to establish my own orchestra, I also want to win the prize in the international music competition."

"Look down on me there and lick Shiyue's stinky feet."

Song Buci is not a good person. She is a vengeful person.

Song Buci remembered every person who had mocked her before.

"Dad, you'd better invest in them. After all, those are indeed the relics left by mom." Song Buci put down his phone, looked up at him and said seriously.

At this time, Song Chenyu was still obsessed with the daily interactions he had with Ye Haitang when he was young.

"Are you listening to me?" Song Buci turned off his phone, moved closer and asked loudly.

Song Chenyu was brought back to his senses by her voice. He looked at her and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"......" Song Buci was silent and sighed.

But this person was his father, so Song Buci could only repeat it to him.

Song Chenyu nodded and finally replied to her: "It depends on you. If you encounter any problems, go to your elder brother."

Song Buci blurted out: "If I don't look for him, then I'm looking for you?"

"It's good enough that you don't make things worse."

These words deeply hurt Song Chenyu's heart. He had realized his mistake a long time ago.

It’s just that Song Chenyu swallowed his pride and apologized, and the original owner was a proud person.

Since Song Chenyu treated her like that, she decided to acknowledge him as her father.

Over the years, because of the involvement of three older brothers, the relationship between father and daughter has become so estranged.

Song Chenyu looked at her, opened and closed his mouth.

When we arrived at the rose garden and got out of the car, a rich scent of roses hit our noses.

The rich floral scent made Song Buci sneeze three times in a row.

"It really is a rose garden." Song Buci walked and looked at it, not forgetting to complain, "The fragrance of these flowers can probably kill people."

After saying that, he couldn't help but sneeze.

"The bees within a few kilometers are blessed! They will definitely visit you often during the honey-gathering season."

After entering the living room and closing the door, Song Buci breathed a sigh of relief after the pungent floral scent was isolated outside.

But the clothes on his body were also stained with the scent of roses, and Song Buci couldn't stand it.

Mainly because it's too strong, it's really unpleasant to smell.

"Do you have any clothes? I want to change." After asking, Song Buci immediately thought that this was her first time stepping into the Rose Garden. In the past, the original owner of the New Year's Eve dinner always made excuses and was unwilling to come.

I've never been here before, so how could her clothes be there? "Forget it."

How could the butler just let her be like this? He immediately ran over with a smile on his face.

The wrinkles on his face all came together because of his smile.

"Miss Yes, come with me."

Following the butler to the third floor, he pushed open one of the rooms and found that the decoration and layout inside were actually the style that the original owner liked.

That retro style, dark green with black door frames and other things, greatly enhances the style of the entire room.

There is also a balcony in the room, where there are some green plants.

Each pot of green plants is well maintained, and you can tell at a glance that someone is taking good care of them.

After all, a large portion of these green plants have particularly strict requirements for their growing environment.

"Miss, your clothes are all in the closet." The butler walked to the closet, reached out and opened the huge closet, which was full of various skirts, clothes, pants, shoes, bags, jewelry and the like.

Song Buci raised his hand and looked at each skirt, and found that they were all limited editions and exclusive custom-made.

"These were all bought by Mr. Song. The design of this room and the flowers and plants were also designed and taken care of by Mr. Song." The housekeeper quickly took this opportunity to tell what Song Chenyu had done over the years. If you just do it and don't talk about it, who would know you did it?

Although we should learn from Lei Feng's spirit, we can't really hide it.

Song Buci looked at every skirt and visited every corner of the room.

Indeed, they are all the original owner's favorites. This old father is fantasizing that one day his daughter will reconcile with him and come to live in the rose garden for a while.

That's why the whole room was decorated.

It’s a pity that the original owner has passed away, and she couldn’t feel Song Chenyu’s desire to reconcile with her.

"Well, I see."

Song Buci picked out a set of clothes that suited her and changed out of her skirt.

The butler held the basket of dirty clothes and looked at his face, which was 80% similar to his wife's.

Finally, he couldn't help but say, "The gentleman loved his wife too much back then, so he did those things."

Song Buci chuckled, "Are you sure it's not because my face looks like my mother's that he regrets it?" Although Song Chenyu wanted to admit her mistake, the premise of admitting her mistake might be because Song Buci looked like her mother.

If the original owner didn't look like Ye Haitang, he might not have any regrets.

"No." The butler shook his head.

"Miss, if you don't believe me, you can ask the master yourself later." The butler said this and left.

Song Buci was the only one left in the room.