The Food Guide of the little lucky girl

188 The Grace Of Being Recognized

Xie Zhijie had already informed him of the next resting place in advance. If he wanted Song Yue to reply, he should go to the post station to send an expedited letter so that he could receive it. But when he arrived at the place and asked, there was no reply at all?

　　Xie Zhijie thought that the letter was wrong or lost, but after asking again and again, he found out that it was indeed Song Yue who did not write to him. He suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.

　　Qingzhu hesitated again and again, the balance in her heart wavering between Song Yue and her own master, and finally she was partial to her own master, and couldn't help but nagging: "Although Miss Song is straightforward and kind-hearted, and she gave you so many good medicines, her behavior is indeed reckless!"

　　How could a girl be so proactive when seeing a man? He jumped into the carriage when they first met, visited your house after knowing each other for a few days, stayed at your house, and even climbed into your bed. This is really not in line with the behavior of an ordinary woman.

　　Qingzhu said earnestly: "You never know. It's not surprising that Miss Song will fall in love with another handsome young man and throw herself on him again."

　　That's why she forgot about her own master. Otherwise, the two of them had such a good relationship and even exchanged tokens of love, how could she not write to her own master?

　　What does she think?

　　Qingzhu had good intentions in trying to persuade her own prince. Although Miss Song was a nice girl, her family background was not good. How could two people who were so different from each other be together?

　　It would be better to find a lady from a well-off family who is a good match for him, otherwise he would always be afraid that his son would be bullied by Miss Song. It’s good that Miss Song has broken up with him now.

　　Qingzhu was talking excitedly, but he didn't notice that his young master's face had turned dark and cold.

　　"Can't."

　　Qingzhu suddenly heard someone say this, and he immediately retorted: "Why not? This Miss Song..."

　　Halfway through the conversation, he realized that it was his son who had spoken. Xie Zhijie's face turned grim.

　　Qingzhu suddenly laughed awkwardly.

　　When Xie Zhijie thought about what Qingzhu said, that Song Yue would fall in love with other handsome young men and then also flirt with them, he felt so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

"If you say no, then no. She can't hang around other people. Go and deliver another letter for me."

　　Since Song Yue didn't write to him, he would just pass it on. He was afraid that Song Yue would forget about him.

　　Qingzhu looked at her son as if he was poisoned. How many girls had been around him before? He looked down on all of them, but now he was being taken advantage of by Miss Song.

　　He could only resign himself to his fate and said, "Yes, sir, then you write it."

　　Of course Xie Zhijie had to write. Not only that, he also had to send her something, as the New Year was approaching, so whatever he saw on the road he would send to Wucheng.

　　Since Song Yue received the first letter, she has been receiving things from Xie Zhijie one after another. In addition to letters, there are also gifts, which may be a box of beautiful jewelry, useful rouge and powder, or interesting gadgets.

　　She put them all in her room and played with them when she was bored.

　　But she still had to not reply.