Taking advantage of the opportunity to go to the bathroom, she spent two hundred yuan to borrow a mobile phone from a customer in the restroom and sent those text messages.

Now she felt very satisfied just imagining Liu Zhiyuan's reaction after seeing those photos.

As expected, Song Ling is not invincible. After all, he also has weaknesses.

These days, the timid are afraid of being bold, the bold are afraid of being embarrassed, and the shameless are afraid of death.

After she got through it, she felt that everything in the world was beautiful.

It's good to have secrets from others.

She ate very slowly because she knew Song Ling was an iceberg and she didn't talk to him.

After she ordered another dessert, Song Ling got up and went to the bathroom.

Pei Xiaoxiao also boasted, "President Song, please come back quickly. I'll finish eating soon. I'll talk to you about the cooperation after I finish eating."

A trace of disdain flashed in Song Linghou's eyes, and his cold lips were hooked.

He went to the bathroom but also borrowed a cell phone from someone.

I dialed Pei Songlu's number, and his voice was cold and chilling.

"Mr. Pei, do you really want your daughter from a wealthy family to take over your job?"

Pei Songlu was a smart man. He shuddered when he heard his words. A chill spread from his head to his feet. "What's wrong with President Song? What happened? Is it because of Xiaoxiao? Did she do something excessive?"

"Dongming Restaurant." After Song Ling reported the name of the restaurant, he hung up the phone.

Pei Songlu quickly turned around and walked towards Dongming Restaurant.

In the restaurant.

Pei Xiaoxiao was finally full and elegantly picked up a tissue to wipe her lips.

"President Song, you really don't want to eat? This restaurant is delicious."

Song Ling's gloomy eyes swept over her, making her feel inexplicably suffocated.

She shrugged, "Forget it, you don't want to eat. You don't know how to enjoy it. Now let's talk about the cooperation project."

After she finished speaking, she deliberately added a sentence.

"Come on, don't worry. It's only ten o'clock and I want to enjoy the music for a while."

Seeing that Song Ling was eager to go back to accompany Liu Zhiyuan, she deliberately acted badly again.

Song Ling's eyes had already revealed a hint of bloodthirsty scarlet, and he said in a mute voice, "Pei Xiaoxiao, my patience is limited!"

"President Song, please be careful with your attitude. Now you are asking us to cooperate, but you are asking us to keep the secret. If you continue with this attitude, I might go to Liu Zhiyuan and talk nonsense when I get unhappy. Anyway, I don't care about the Pei family's property now..."

Did Song Ling catch a glimpse of the angry figure behind her, cold lips,

"Do you really not care about your father's lifelong inheritance at all?"

Pei Xiaoxiao nodded arrogantly.

"Yes, don't you believe it? To be honest, I was very worried before, but now I'm not afraid anymore. The less afraid I am, the more afraid you will be. In any case, I can support my father..."

Before she could finish her words, she was pulled up by gravity.

When Pei Songlu heard what she said, he became very angry and slapped her with his hand.

In his impulse, he showed no mercy to her, a pregnant woman.

Pei Xiaoxiao was hit and almost fell onto the dining table.

Fortunately, she protected her belly and saw her father's bloodshot eyes.

She complained in panic,

"Dad, are you crazy? I'm pregnant! How could you hit me?"

Pei Songlu ignored her and quickly apologized to Song Ling.

"President Song, my daughter's nerves have been a little abnormal during her pregnancy. Don't argue with her. I will definitely discuss this cooperation project with you in person tomorrow."

Song Ling raised his eyebrows coldly, picked up his suit jacket,

"If she's mentally ill, don't let her come out and bite people. The family of a mentally ill person is responsible!"

This is a warning, a clear warning!

Pei Songlu was angry but dared not speak, and nodded repeatedly.

"I know. I'll teach her a lesson. President Song, drive slower!"

Song Ling walked with big strides, very fast!

Villa, bedroom on the second floor.

The TV is still on and there is a TV series playing.

When Song Ling returned home, he went upstairs without changing his shoes.

As I opened the bedroom door, I felt a vague sense of grievance.

On the bed, her small figure huddled under the silk quilt.

Looking at her curled up little figure, there was a hint of pity in his eyes.

When he went to the company and found that all the lights were off, he guessed that she must have come back first.

He lifted a corner of the silk quilt and lay down on his side.

She was facing away from him and he hugged her from behind.

I felt her body was very cold, her brows were suddenly tense, and her voice was full of hoarseness and apology.

"Are you feeling better?"

Feel the familiar heat of his chest and that burning breath.

The grievances in Liu Zhiyuan's heart became more overwhelming, her tears flowed more violently, and she wanted to stay away from his arms.

Song Ling was domineering and hugged her tighter.

"Are you still not feeling well? Are you hungry? The maid said you didn't have dinner."

Liu Zhiyuan didn't want to talk, her throat felt as if it was stuffed with cotton.

She could only shrink her body, shake her head, and bury her head even lower.

She didn't want him to see her tears of vulnerability and grievance.

But her shaking shoulders betrayed her emotions, and his arm slipped under her neck.

One arm was used as her pillow, the other hand was placed on her waist, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

Liu Zhiyuan was still shaking her head, and the next second her little body was pulled over by a man.

Seeing her red eyes and tears on her fair cheeks, Song Ling's heart twitched.

His slender fingers wiped away the tears from her eyelids lovingly, and he bent down to kiss her forehead.

But she deliberately avoided it, put her small hands on his chest, and bit her lips slightly.

Song Ling grabbed her little hand, put it to his lips, kissed it gently, raised his chin, and forced her to meet his gaze.

There was a guilty tenderness in his deep eyes.

"Don't cry."

Liu Zhiyuan took a breath, and the air around him was filled with his cold and resolute aura, which made her feel even more aggrieved.

She stubbornly refused to admit, "Where? I didn't cry. I'm a mermaid, I don't have tears..."

Seeing her grievance and stubbornness, Song Ling blamed himself even more, and a hint of complexity was crushed in his deep eyes.

He mumbled an apology, "I'm sorry I made you sick and kept you from calling. I promise it won't happen again."

Liu Zhiyuan curled up in his arms without saying a word.

She tends to have cold hands and feet in winter.

Before he came back, she was so confused that she forgot to turn on the air conditioner.

After lying in the quilt for two hours, my hands and feet were still cold.

So she felt more and more aggrieved and her heart grew colder.

Song Ling now habitually puts her little hands on him to keep warm every time she goes to sleep.

He would arbitrarily place her little hands under his armpits and hook her little feet around his long legs.

Every time Liu Zhiyuan felt a little guilty, afraid that she would make him feel cold.

She always stayed in his arms for a while, then pretended to be too bored, and twisted her body to pull her little hands out from under her armpits.

At this time, Song Ling held her in his arms and warmed her.

She moved awkwardly.

But he kept pestering her and wouldn't let her move.

His arms were warm and safe, and her grievances and losses seemed to have found an outlet in his arms.

His warmth slowly soothed her emotions.