Quick Transmigration Female Lead Counterattack(Book 1)

8: Rich Guy & Poor Girl

Su Li turned around in the hall, feeling fascinated by the interior design.

Will Hotel is the most luxurious hotel in the city, and it is famous for its sky garden on the top floor, right next to the banquet hall.

Su Li walked on the cobblestone paved road. Looking around the various precious flowers and plants, she couldn't help but curved her mouth, [It is so pretty. I don't know how much money and thoughts they spent. ]

[This is said to have been built by the current owner of the Song family for his wife. ]

2333 flew to a gorgeous rose, and said seriously.

[Oh? ] Su Li was slightly interested.
[From what I see in the plot, the Song family head is a serious and rigid old man. He actually has such a romantic side? ]

[He was really romantic when he was young, and he was a famous for being affectionate. It was only the wife's early death that made him a different person. Human emotions are too complex to be understood.]
2333 explains.

Su Li lowered her eyelids, reached out her hand to caress the flower tree called "Zhu Yan". For a time, some memories came in chaos, and she suddenly remembered when she was an ordinary person.

She sighed softly and whispered, "The world is what the most can't left, forever, Zhu Yan decline reflecting the tree decline ."

"Miss An?" A voice suddenly came from behind.

Su Li was back to reality, turned around and stunned.

The man in front of him was tall and handsome, and his facial features was profound. The gray pupil seemed to have some European blood. Although he smiled, he made Su Li instinctively feel a little dangerous.

[2333! Who is this! Who is this! Who is this! ]

[Host, calm down.This is the male lord's cousin, also the owner of this reception, Song Ting Yi!] 2333 rushed up to appease her.

[Why don't you tell me someone is nearby! ]

Su Li is now like a cat with a hairy hair. Although she still keeps calm on the surface, her heart is as crazy as being scratched.

[The monitoring function has been recycled by the mall and cannot be redeemed at this time. ...]

The sound of the 2333 tablet seems to be somewhat wronged.

[...]

Su Li is speechless. She can't blame 2333. After all, she was unable to monitor her surroundings because she failed her task before, and she couldn't help but to blink her eyes.

"Miss An, are you okay?" Song Tingyi took a step forward, there seemed to see some concern in his voice.

"I am okay."Su Li secretly built up her mental spirit. She raised up her eyes towards him, revealing a shallow smile and a puzzle look before asking:

"Who are you?"

"I am sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Song Tingyi."

"Oh,Mr. Song. Hello." Su Li smiled and bowed her head.

"Miss An, you don't have to be so polite. Maybe one day, we will become one family." Song Ting Yi said, "Well, I will call you Xiaoyue, so you can call me by my name."

[Why do you want to call me Xiaoyue? It reminds me of Shen Yuchuan.]

Su Li curled up her mouth. The experience of the last world has become a shadow of her life. In particular, she didn't know what happened. This kind of sense of crisis that Song Tingyi gave her is particularly similar to Shen Yuchuan.

[2333, is this person really not Shen Yuchuan? ]

By this time 2333 had flown away, and it was hiding behind a flower, opening a small channel,

[I'm not sure! I'm a little scared ...... host. ]

[You are afraid of a what! Why are you afraid of this kind of emotion as a system?

Su Li is simply felt ridiculous. Is her brain system evolved?

[Hang on, host, I think you are still in the conversation with Song Tingyi, he has been smiling at you...] 2333 pointed at him with it's mechanical fingers.

[qaq]

"Mr. Song, this garden is so beautiful. Your grandfather must have spent a lot of money at the beginning." Once the words came out, Su Li immediately regretted. Is it possible to retract those words back?

"The money didn't cost much. But this garden is now mine. If Miss An likes it, can I send it to you?" Song Tingyi hooked his mouth and said.

What?