Dressed in ancient times to be a master of women's clothing

Chapter 59 Young Madam

This Lin Mansion is worthy of being the mansion of the richest man, Song Yu, who was used to living in the elegant Yao Yue Xuan, was a little dizzy when he stepped in.

These stretches of luxurious buildings, elegant gardens, densely packed courtyard gates and colonnades are comparable even to the imperial palace.

This is not only to be a guest at someone else's house, but also in such a magnificent and unfamiliar place, Song Yu couldn't help but feel a little cautious, and asked Lin Zhanfeng: "Otherwise, I'd better bring some gifts to the door, it's embarrassing to visit empty-handed."

"There is nothing missing in the house. I am already very happy if you can come." Lin Zhanfeng patted him on the shoulder and warmly welcomed him into the house.

The servants of the Lin family saw their young master carrying a beautiful woman home. Although they bowed their heads respectfully and did not dare to look at them, they knew in their hearts that the identity of Song Yu, the wife of the young master, was considered to them. Sit down.

This gift may not be given, but Song Yu felt that it was necessary to say hello to Lin Zhanfeng's parents. Unexpectedly, when the parents were mentioned, the smile in Lin Zhanfeng's eyes flickered and faded a little. "My mother died early, and my father has been doing business abroad for a long time. Did not return home."

Song Yu's heart twitched, realizing that he had unintentionally brought up an unpleasant topic, and apologized guiltily: "I'm sorry, I was talking too much..." He mentioned it more than once just now, and Lin Zhanfeng didn't answer, presumably because he didn't want to mention it more parents.

In fact, he himself is also a single-parent family. His biological father left him when he was very young, and he has never cared about him. As for whether he has reorganized his family or something has changed, he has no way of knowing. In his life, his father It is no different from dying.

Song Yu's mother is a doctor, and she is too busy to go home all day long. If she goes to the emergency room, she won't come back all night.In his memory, he always stepped on the sofa at home, looking at the window on tiptoe, hoping for his mother to come home.

Doing homework alone and watching TV alone, Song's mother, like Lin Zhanfeng's father who went out to do business, is running around to let them have a better life.

Therefore, Song Wanwan, who was older than him, assumed the responsibility of cooking for him and sending him to school, so Song Yu couldn't get angry at her sister who asked him for pocket money and tossed him like a doll.

Their families have similarities, and Song Yu can empathize with Lin Zhanfeng. In order to avoid embarrassment and let him not take it to heart, Song Yu doesn't mind telling him his own experience, so that he can relax and don't need to think too much.

"In this way, my mother has been running around all the time, and my father has long since separated from us and ignored us. I understand, it's been hard for me to be alone for so many years, right?" Song Yu pressed Lin Zhanfeng to hide himself Feeling in the mood, he kept rubbing the hand of the fan.

He can see that although he has a lot of money and everything is easy to solve because of his wealth, Lin Zhanfeng's life has always had a lingering emptiness.

It is because everything is at your fingertips, but you are too comfortable, and you can no longer find the goals you can work hard for and the things you really want to get.

That's why he hangs around in restaurants and karaoke workshops every day, trying to find a way to make himself happy.

Lin Zhanfeng paused, his face froze for a moment, then he chuckled lightly, and wrote lightly: "It's all over, didn't I meet you now?" He flicked his sleeves freely, swaggeringly took Song Yu to visit , took him to the wing next to him.

"Here, living here, we can talk at night by candlelight and drink until dawn, wouldn't it be wonderful?" Song Yu naturally responded to his expectation, which made Lin Zhanfeng a little bit happy but also a little bit disappointed.

The joy was that Song Yu was not as reserved as an ordinary woman, so she readily agreed to him.

But what was lost was because of such an ambiguous and intimate invitation, if the woman agreed, she must have fallen in love with the other party already.

However, Song Yu looked frank and unrestrained, as if he was really just getting together with friends, he couldn't see his thoughts, and he didn't have feelings for him beyond friendship.

Lin Zhanfeng thinks that he is in love and knows how to please others, but when it comes to Song Yu, he always feels that he has more than enough heart but not enough energy.

Although the money and interests, precious treasures, and sincere treatment can bring the relationship between the two closer, and Song Yu also has a lot of affection for him, the gap between the two has never been bridged.

He thought a little dejectedly, he often expresses his love to Song Yu, why can't he always receive it?Could it be because he expressed it too clearly, and made the other party think that it was his nature, so he didn't take it seriously?

Thinking wildly in his head, the more Lin Zhanfeng thought about it, the more hesitant he became, and finally decided to seize the opportunity of these few days, and make it clear to Song Yu thoroughly, so that he can no longer be misunderstood.

Song Yu came here this time for the water zhizi, so after he woke up, he stood by the pond and looked at the flowers.

The slender green stems of densely packed plants stand on the water, swaying slightly with the wind, but the tightly closed flower buds have not moved yet.

Song Yu doubted whether it would bloom within a few days, but Lin Zhanfeng said it would, so he had no choice but to believe it.

It's a bit embarrassing to stay in someone else's house, eat too much and be lazy, Song Yu has nothing to do here, so he can only go to the kitchen to tinker.Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped in, the servants in the kitchen saluted him in unison and shouted loudly: "Hi, young lady!"

Song Yu was shocked by the sound waves and took a few steps back, waving his hands again and again, "I'm not Young Madam."

The cooks looked at each other, and a high-ranking one showed a clear smile: "Young Madam, don't be shy. I watched the Young Master's parents grow up. Although he was having a good time, he was only outside. He has never brought a woman home for many years. , must have made up her mind to marry you, it's the same morning and night."

Song Yu, who was misunderstood as shy, lowered her face and didn't argue with them, but said: "Then you can call after I pass the door." They can't wait until the day he marries Lin Zhanfeng.

"Hey, young lady——Miss Song is hungry when she comes to the kitchen? Is there any dish, pastry and soup that you want to eat? As long as you order, we will make it for you and send it to the wing."

Song Yu waved his hands and rolled up his sleeves, "No need, I can do it myself."

"This, what an embarrassment, the young master found out and wanted to punish us." The cook showed embarrassment, and Song Yu explained: "I made food for your young master, and he will not punish you."

The cook froze for a moment, then smiled, "Young master is really blessed. You are so virtuous before you even get through the door. You must be in the future———————————" Song Yu, who was full of compliments, was embarrassed to refute. , just ignored it, and kneaded the dough that had been made in the kitchen.

Lin Zhanfeng used to have fun or patrol outside the mansion every day. Even if he was working, he preferred to stay on the wine table or in the box rather than staying at home.

But as soon as Song Yu came, it was rare for him to go out for a few days. He wanted to go to Song Yu in broad daylight, and was afraid that being too tightly bound would affect his rest, so he honestly went to work in his room. Almost dozed off from boredom.

When the short-sighted servant came in, he woke up from his drowsiness, and Lin Zhanfeng cursed unhappily, but when he heard that Song Yu had entered the kitchen, he seemed to have heard something important, soberly rushed out.

Song Yu had just baked this pastry, and on the way there, he met Lin Zhanfeng, smiled and raised the plate in his hand to him, complacently saying, "Look at the rose cake I baked, although it's the first time I've made it, it doesn't look bad Bar?"

"Are you cooking?" Lin Zhanfeng gave a "tsk" and brought him into the room, "What do you want to eat, what do you want, just tell the servants, do they not treat you as their master? Huh?!"

"No, no." Song Yu immediately waved his hands, explaining in embarrassment, "It's better to say, they are very obedient... I will call my young lady as soon as I go in, you have to explain it clearly to them."