To Retaliate Against My Husband! I Flirted with the Uncle Who Secretly Loved Me

When she was twelve, Song Xijiao ran out after her parents argued and met a homeless boy. She would give him the nutritional lunch from school, and he would silently follow behind her to walk her h...

Chapter 119 A thunderclap struck, and the rain got heavier

Afraid that Zhao Hairong and Song Hua would come back, after dinner, Xiao Song Xijiao sent Qiangqiang back to the warehouse. When she returned home, Zhao Hairong and Song Hua had not returned yet. She looked at the empty house and suddenly felt a little deserted and lonely.

She held her chin with her hands and looked out the window. The rain had gotten heavier.

I wonder if Qiangqiang is cold in the warehouse? Is he scared?

She found all the snacks in the house, opened her umbrella, and decided to go find Qiangqiang.

The lights in the corridor flickered. She carried the snacks and walked down the stairs carefully. When she reached the corner between the third and fourth floors, someone suddenly covered her mouth from behind. She smelled a strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes. She struggled hard and heard a man's heavy breathing in her ears.

"Shh, keep your voice down and don't give me any trouble."

It’s Uncle Hu next door.

She panicked, clutching the snacks in her arms tightly. She turned around and tried to run out, but the man grabbed her hair and pulled her back fiercely. Her head slammed against the wall, and she burst into tears in pain. The man ignored her, covering her mouth with force and dragging her into a cramped, dark corner...

"Help……"

“Help…”

"Please, let me go..."

A loud thunderclap sounded and the rain got heavier.

"ah……"

Song Xijiao screamed and woke up in shock. She was gasping for breath and her heart was still beating rapidly. It took her a long time to calm down.

She lowered her head and saw that her hand was still tightly grasping the corner of Song Hua's clothes.

"Jiaojiao."

Song Hua held her hand and shook her gently.

Song Xijiao seemed to have just woken up from a dream. She looked at Song Hua, then turned to look at Pei Zhiting. She wanted to speak, but could not utter a word.

"Nurse, nurse, the patient in bed 8 is awake."

The nurses and doctors rushed in. "He's awake and recovering well. He just woke up and is a little confused. He will be fine after two days of rest."

Xu Yanzhou lay pale on the bed, with a bandage on his head and a thick plaster on his right hand. He closed his eyes to hide the loneliness in them. When he heard the door open, he thought it was a nurse and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I want some water."

"Thanks."

"Xu Yanzhou, I'm sorry, I hurt you."

"How can I blame you for this? I always take elevator number two. Yesterday, for some unknown reason, I took elevator number three, and that's when the accident happened. It's fate."

Pei Zhiting came out of the attending physician's office and returned to the ward. The person on the bed was gone. He asked the nurse, and the nurse pointed outside the door.

"Miss Song went out for a walk with that gentleman."

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth to resist the urge to beat Xu Yanzhou up.

At mealtime, Pei Yu brought the century-old ginseng, deer antlers, Ganoderma lucidum... and old hens from the warehouse.

Xu Yanzhou doesn't want it.

Pei Zhiting got angry.

Pei Yu sighed and advised, "Mr. Xu, you'd better accept it! My boss is angry 360 days out of 365 in a year, and he can lose his temper at any time on the other five days. If you don't accept it, he'll be angry, and when he gets angry, the people under him will suffer. If you don't accept it, you'll be harming us!"

Xu Yanzhou looked at Pei Yu's face, which did not seem fake, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He turned to look at Pei Zhiting. Sure enough, he was hugging his chest with an indifferent look on his face, as if someone owed him eight million.

"Then...then I'll take it."

Pei Zhiting returned to being a gentle and elegant gentleman.

"Well, take good care of yourself. I'll ask Pei Yu to find the best doctor for you."

"I'll find ten or eight matchmakers to introduce you to some pretty girls."

“…No, that’s not necessary.”

"No, you do."

“…”

Pei·Yin Yang Guai Qi·Zhi·Matchmaker·Ting is online.

The doctor asked Xu Yanzhou to stay for a month, and Pei Zhiting directly transferred him to the VIP ward. He could stay as long as he wanted, until he could walk without getting out of breath or blushing, and could climb to the fifth floor in one breath.

Pei Yu went to the hospital every day and brought freshly slaughtered and stewed old hens.

Xu Yanzhou was afraid to eat it at first, but then he ate a chicken, and then another...

"Have another one."

"I can't eat anymore."

"Eat it even if you can't finish it."

"I really can't eat anymore."

Xu Yanzhou secretly got out of bed and wanted to slip away.

Pei Yu stopped him.

"Mr. Xu, where do you want to go?"

"I...I'm discharged from the hospital."

"No, absolutely not..."

When Xu Yan'an came to see his brother, he found that his brother was living a very comfortable life, with a luxurious ward and one-on-one nurses, assistants and doctors.

Outside the window is the blue sea, and there is sunset in the evening. The environment and conditions are better than those of his five-star hotel.

The dark circles under his brother's eyes from working overtime are gone, his chin has become rounder, and his skin is rosy and shiny.

Even Xu Yan'an, who has been exercising regularly, doesn't look as energetic as his brother does now.

Song Xijiao went to the company as soon as she was discharged from the hospital. She was curious about what Zhao Ruobin and the board members had done behind her back during the three days she was away.

"Mr. Zhao..."

Yang Peifeng made an "OK" gesture to her, and the two of them leaned against the door and looked inside through the crack.

"Mr. Zhao, you're so mean. You only know how to say sweet words to make people happy."

“…”

The two people were afraid of being discovered, so they didn't dare to listen any further and tiptoed away.

"What now?"

"Come on, let's go have breakfast and come back."

It's not time to fall out yet.

When she returned to the office, Song Xijiao looked at the chair she usually sat on, which was bearing a pressure that exceeded its own weight.

"Old Yang, change this chair."

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