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He seemed to have run downstairs.

Her face was pale and her lips were bloodless. She was wearing a nightgown, revealing her slender and white ankles.

She stood halfway up the stairs, holding on to the handrail, her eyes swaying like a frightened deer.

——Seems to be frightened.

Zhu Yanzheng looked at her for a long time and nodded slightly.

Zhu Yanzheng took back the desserts that the servants had put away, and placed them on the wooden table in the living room.

Lin Jian also quietly put down the food box, and then nodded slightly towards Song Ci: "Miss Song."

Song Ci also nodded.

"Then I'll leave first, Mr. Zhu." Lin Jian bowed to the man very discerningly and turned to leave.

Several servants looked at each other and quietly walked out of the living room.

For a moment, only Song Ci and Zhu Yanzheng were left in the huge living room.

The paleness on her face seemed to have finally recovered somewhat.

Looking up at her, the man said in a calm tone: "Would you like something to eat?"

The maid said she didn't have much dinner tonight.

With her long eyelashes trembling slightly, the girl stood at the top of the stairs. After a long while, she finally nodded.

After walking down the stairs, Song Ci sat on the sofa in the living room.

In fact, before Song Ci, Zhu Yanzheng had always been strict about eating.

Food such as meals can only appear on the dining table. They should be eaten well and not treated casually.

But Song Ci liked to sit on the sofa and eat.

Therefore, Zhu Yanzheng ordered someone to buy a more comfortable single sofa.

——She is still young and has some bad habits that should be corrected slowly.

Zhu Yanzheng didn't even feel that there was anything wrong with his thinking, nor did he feel that he had spoiled her.

Dessert is chocolate cake, Song Ci likes chocolate very much.

She would always show him many chocolate desserts, saying they were internet celebrity desserts that she found online.

——Zhu Yanzheng doesn’t quite understand this.

Therefore, most of the "Internet celebrity cake shops" in Beijing let people apply for a card, so that she can eat when she wants.

The cake was a small four-inch cake. The cake shop thoughtfully cut the cake into even sizes. Song Ci took a corner and tasted it with a spoon.

Pursing her lips slightly, the girl's eyes finally became a little brighter.

Lifting her eyes slightly, Song Ci's eyebrows were gentle: "Uncle, do you want to try it?"

Zhu Yanzheng doesn't often eat sweets.

He didn't say anything, walked to the sofa opposite Song Ci and sat down.

Song Ci obediently pushed a corner of the cake in front of the man.

The fork was handed to him, Zhu Yanzheng took a bite and put down the tableware.

After adjusting his sitting position, the man looked at the girl in front of him who was eating a cake and said calmly: "What's wrong?"

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