"Okay, just do what the lady said. You can tell them the news quickly and I will arrive later."

"Yes." Shanying nodded and hurriedly retreated. Since Song Cheng was the supervisor of the Song Money House, he naturally had to go and explain clearly, so he said to Song Anle in a blink of an eye: "I'll go over and take a look."

Song Anle nodded and said, "Go, be careful on the way."

Song Cheng nodded, he patted Song Anle's arm gently, and said, "You can rest early, don't be too tired."

Song Anle just smiled and nodded, watching Song Cheng leave, but she breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably. Just as she was relaxing, Qing'er tiptoed and suddenly said "hey" from behind her.

Song Anle was originally released, but was lifted up again. She held the blood in her body and even stopped her heartbeat. Her body trembled obviously. Due to the sudden fright, she couldn't relieve it for a while. Fortunately, there was a pillar at hand to support her, otherwise she might have collapsed.

Qing'er realized that her joke was getting big, so she quickly supported Song Anle's weak body and said worriedly: "Anle, what's wrong with you? Is it okay? Come and sit down quickly."

Song Anle is as timid as a mouse and is in poor health. So when she was frightened by Qing'er, she was really unable to consume it. With Qing'er's support, she took two difficult steps and sat down at the table beside her. Finally, she found a temporary stability point for the hanging nerves.

"Anle, how are you?" Qing'er said with a look of self-blame and worry: "Don't scare me, I didn't mean to scare you."

"You, when can you change this carefree personality?" Song Anle looked tired and seemed to be a little angry. After all, the feeling of being frightened is a terrible feeling that no one can understand.

"Anle, are you really angry with me?" Qing'er also knew that this time had really passed, but she just didn't expect Song Anle to react so much, so she was a little confused about the importance.

Song Anle was not angry, but Qing'er rarely understood her mistake, so she deliberately pretended to be angry so that she could learn from her lesson.

"Okay, okay." Qing'er shook Song Anle's arm, acted coquettishly but blamed herself: "Don't be angry, I know I'm wrong, and I will never dare to do it again."

Song Anle still did not accept her mistake immediately, but paused for a few seconds before she said twitchyly: "If you know that you are wrong, you have to remember those who can do it, those that are not within your ability. Don't say it here and forget it there. I'm afraid you will never grow up."

"I know, I will pay attention in the future." Although Qing'er said that, her consciousness was actually only half of it as a word, while most of it was still a casual personality.

"You should pay attention, otherwise if you do this, who will dare to marry you?"

"What's wrong with me?" Qing'er said excitedly: "I'm just a little careless. Isn't everything else good?"

Qing'er pouted her little mouth and drooped her eyes with an unhappy look. She naturally knew her own personality. In her own eyes, in addition to being careless and playful, she was also considered a lady from a noble family. Besides, in her concept, she was so playful because she was controlled by freedom since she was a child. She always believed that one day she would be less curious about the world.

"You are pretty good, but I'm afraid that no one can consume your good things at that time." Song Anle's tone and a tepid expression, she did not look at Qing'er, but just casually fiddled with the patterns on her sleeves.

"What do you mean?" Qing'er looked at Song Anle in dissatisfaction. The more calm she was, the more profound she proved her meaning, so she was very curious about what she wanted to hint her.

"It's nothing. You won't have to worry about marrying in the future. Even if no one can control you, Song Cheng will barely take you in."

"What did you say?" Qing'er said shamelessly: "I have always regarded Brother Cheng as my biological brother, so don't think so."

"But you are not brothers and sisters after all, and you are so frivolous, you must choose a steady man in the future, otherwise how can we marry you out of peace of mind." Song Anle looked serious and calm tone. She wanted to make do with Song Chengyu's love, but she couldn't interfere too much about the lifelong affairs of the two people. The main thing is to be happy and happy.

Qing'er also faded the laughter on her face. She could naturally hear Song Anle's kindness, including Song Cheng's intentions, but she did not want to be disturbed by other feelings for so many years. She could regard Song Cheng as her most beloved brother, but she could not regard him as her lover, at least she could not do it for the time being.

"I know, I will choose carefully." Qing'er's expression seemed a little depressed.

Song Anle held Qing'er's hand and said earnestly: "Find a home is a big event for a woman in her life. I hope we can all find our own happiness."

"I believe we will all be happy." Qing'er showed a sweet and cute smile again. The longing of her smiling eyes had determined the direction of happiness.

"I hope so." Compared to Qing'er's yearning and confidence in happiness, Song Anle showed her indifferentness, even with a little heaviness, because happiness has never been so accessible to her, maybe this is a manifestation of maturity.

"But..." Qing'er hesitated for a moment, and she seemed a little embarrassed, but she still said: "I think Xiaojing and Brother Cheng are quite compatible."

Song Anle looked at Qing'er in surprise, but just a glance, she withdrew her thoughtful gaze. Qing'er never rashly speculates about the affairs between her brother and sister. Unless she knew something or saw something, she would never say so suddenly.

Song Anle wanted to test the way out of Qing'er's words, so she pretended to be joking and said, "What? You don't like eating melons, so you want to push melons to others."

"How could I do?" Qing'er said unfairly: "It was clearly what I saw with my own eyes."

Song Anle said "Hmm?" even more curiously, and looked at Qing'er with confusion.

Qing'er looked inside the house in a mysterious way. Without outsiders, she still said inconspicuously: "Then I said that, you are not allowed to tell others."

Song Anle nodded and said, "It must."

"I went to Xiaojing to play that day, and because I played too late, I stayed with her. Later, I accidentally found a portrait very similar to Brother Cheng under her bed, so I think it must be something Xiaojing kept."

Song Anle glanced at Qing'er again. Her complex expression was hidden in the moment when she lowered her eyes. If Ru Qing'er hadn't reminded her, she would have really been Song Xiaojing's existence. She ignored it not as her, but because she has always been meticulous and gentle, so she did not worry about her.

"It's just a portrait, it doesn't mean anything. Besides, Xiao Jing is better than Brother Cheng, so it's normal to preserve a portrait of him." Song Anle's indifferent tone turned into a joke and said, "It's not right for you to see other people's privacy privately."

"How could I do?" Qing'er told her kindly, but she was misunderstood when she went, so she said unhappily: "It's the portrait that fell to the ground, and I kindly helped her pick it up."

Although Qing'er was careless, her only advantage was that she never concealed her emotions. So Song Anle knew that Qing'er was really angry this time, but she did not intend to coax her because she wanted her to remember her feelings when she was wronged, or to let her understand that some wronged requires tolerance.

"Okay, I'm wronged you." Song Anle appropriately relieved Qing'er's mood, so she said again: "But let's ease this matter first, so as not to cause embarrassment between the brother and sister."

Qing'er nodded, but still couldn't relieve her emotions from her displeasure. Seeing that the topic had reached a certain point, Song Anle changed the topic at the right time, so she remembered the disaster that Qing'er caused today, so she said: "By the way, Qing'er, why do you think about letting go and connecting our money house with donations together?"

Qing'er had already realized the seriousness of her quick speech from the conversation between Song Anle and Song Cheng just now, so she said with a pity: "I just talked so casually, but I didn't know they took it seriously."

Song Anle used this to change the topic just now, and Qing'er could hear the conversation she had just had very clear about compared to Qing'er, so there was no need for her to emphasize the seriousness of the matter, so she just pursed her lips calmly.

Song Anle's silence made Qing'er feel even more guilty and self-blame, so she said with a look of self-blame: "Anle, if I say that, will it really hurt the money bank to lose a lot of money?"

"There are pros and cons of anything happening. This matter is all a lesson. If you use your brain more when speaking and doing things in the future, you will suffer a loss." Song Anle smiled calmly, like a kind and kind old man who was preaching the attitude of young children towards the world. She was also reminding herself, and she had never experienced these things. It was just that her own thoughts were good at considering things comprehensively, so she had to know more than her peers.

Qing'er nodded and said, "I understand."

Song Anle smiled faintly. She touched Qing'er's black hair spread on her shoulders in a doting way, and said softly: "Okay, it's getting late, I'm tired for a day and then take a break."

Qing'er nodded twice, and the sisters looked at each other and then walked towards the dormitory together.
Chapter completed!