Chapter 77 Right, Ayan, I'm very clean
The imagination is also surprisingly rich.
Xing Yu said coldly: "Don't go crazy."
"Then why are you asking this?"
"Never mind."
"Brother, are you hiding something from me?" Xing Yingxue suddenly realized and continued.
"Last time I got married to Yan Zheng, I thought there was something wrong with you two, like you knew each other. Your eyes were all glaring!"
Xing Yu: "Pull your head."
Xing Yingxue was going crazy and had to get an answer: "Then why are you interested in a man? I don't care, you must explain it to me today."
"Listen." Xing Yu's tone was flat. "First, I have a normal sexual orientation. Second, I don't like trash."
Xing Yingxue wanted to ask something, but Xing Yu spoke.
"Get out of the car if you keep yelling."
Xing Yingxue had no choice but to remain silent.
After thinking about it all the way, I finally came to a conclusion.
They both looked very straight, so it shouldn't be possible.
Absolutely impossible...
When they arrived at Xiangyun Garden, Xing Yingxue did not get off the car.
"Brother, do me a favor tomorrow."
Xing Yu didn't respond.
She lowered her head and rubbed her belly: "I have an appointment for an induced abortion tomorrow, and I need my family's signature."
"Xing Mo is your biological brother. Go find him."
"I'm not close to him." Xing Yingxue lowered her eyes and pleaded, "Brother, please."
"Looking for Feng Lian."
"She didn't agree with me having an abortion in the first place, so she definitely won't go."
Xing Yu looked at her haggard figure, and glanced at her stomach without leaving any trace. He neither refused nor agreed: "Are you sure you don't want to?"
"No." Xing Yingxue was very sure: "After I abort the child, I will go find Yan Zheng again. I want him to know that I am the one who loves him the most. I will make him come back to me."
"You hit the wall once and you want to hit it a second time?"
"This was originally my fault, so I agreed to divorce him. But divorce doesn't mean the end, it means starting over."
"I love him, I really love him." Xing Yingxue's eyes showed a bit of paranoia: "I am determined to spend my whole life with him. He is the only one I can have."
Xing Yu didn't try to persuade her anymore and just said two words to her: "Get out of the car."
"What about tomorrow?"
Xing Yu didn't respond.
Xing Yingxue's eyes darkened, and she stopped forcing herself and got out of the car disappointedly.
The car door closed, but the window rolled down.
A low voice came from inside the car: "Send me the address of the hospital."
After that, the car window closed.
The car drove away from her.
Xing Yingxue raised her lips slightly.
Her cold-hearted but kind brother hasn't changed.
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Office of the Director of Master of Translation.
Su Xin ran in there countless times carrying the hot water.
Looking at Lin Yan's pale face and her hands clutching her stomach in pain, she couldn't help but urge: "Sister Lin Yan, your stomach has been aching all morning. You should take a leave this afternoon and go to the hospital."
She has been taking medicine for a long time, has irregular meals, and has serious stomach problems.
I've been so busy with work lately that I haven't been eating well.
My stomach problem comes back again.
Lin Yan picked up the hot water and took a sip: "I can handle it."
"You'll collapse if you keep going!" Su Xin pulled out her phone. "No, I have to call Brother Xing Yu. If you don't listen to me, you'll definitely listen to him!"
"Don't." Lin Yan raised her voice to stop him: "I'll go."
"That's right!"
Su Xin asked for leave for her and she walked out of the company building.
The weather is getting warmer in spring and the sun is shining brightly today.
But her body was in so much pain that she felt cold.
She took out her cell phone and was about to hail a taxi when a pair of hands supported her from the side.
"Yan Yan, what's wrong with you?"
Lin Yan took a look and saw that it was Song Yanzheng.
She moved her lips: "Why are you here?"
"I sent you a WeChat message, waiting for you to get off work at noon and take you to lunch. Since you didn't reply to the message, I have been waiting for you downstairs."
Lin Yan didn't have time to pay attention to him and lowered her head to call a taxi.
"Yan Yan." Seeing her discomfort, Song Yanzheng guessed correctly: "Is your stomach problem coming back?"
He sighed, helped her and carried her to the car parked on the side of the road.
"You don't eat on time again. Let's go and take you to the hospital."
The car started up. Lin Yan sat in the passenger seat and glanced at the Mercedes-Benz logo. "Is your car?"
"Um."
"The divorce compensation the Xing family gave you?"
"Silly girl, I bought it myself." Song Yanzheng told her while driving, "I'm back to work at my old law firm. I'll still be Lawyer Song. Yanyan, believe me, I'll make everything go back to square one."
Lin Yan closed her eyes, too painful to speak.
"Yan Yan, I will work hard to buy a house as soon as possible and give you a home."
"Stop talking." She didn't want to listen: "I want to sleep for a while."
"Go to sleep. I'll call you when we get there."
After arriving at the hospital, the doctor gave her an IV drip to reduce inflammation after the examination.
Sitting on a chair in the emergency room, Lin Yan felt drowsy due to the effects of the medicine.
Song Yanzheng took off his coat and put it on her, saying softly, "Yan Yan, just sit here and get the IV drip. I'll go pack some porridge for you."
Lin Yan didn't have the energy to speak and nodded slightly.
Not long after Song Yanzheng left, she fell asleep.
In her confused state, she felt an arm gently wrapping around her shoulders and pressing her head into the arms.
She wanted to open her eyes, but the warm touch on her cheek calmed her down.
He moved his head and continued to fall asleep.
When Song Yanzheng came back with the porridge, the coat that Lin Yan had draped over her had been thrown aside.
His beloved woman was being held intimately in Xing Yu's arms, her face resting on his chest, her eyes closed as she slept soundly.
This scene is very heartbreaking.
The two men's eyes met secretly, and a cold light flashed in their eyes.
But they all tacitly kept silent for fear of waking her up.
Song Yanzheng squeezed the food bag containing the porridge and calmly sat down on the other side of Lin Yan.
When Lin Yan woke up, the IV had already been used up, the needle in her hand was gone, and there was a tourniquet on the back of her hand.
On either side sat a black and a white 'stone statue', creating a strange atmosphere, with their silent confrontation filling the air.
Why is Xing Yu here too?
She sat up straight, the pain in her stomach had subsided and she felt a little better.
Just as she was about to speak, Song Yanzheng's gentle voice sounded first: "Yan Yan, are you feeling better?"
"Um."
"Okay, I'll take you home."
As he spoke, Song Yanzheng took Lin Yan's hand.
Xing Yu seemed to have foresight and covered her hand faster than him.
Then, Song Yanzheng's palm fell on the back of Xing Yu's hand in an ambiguous manner.
"Mr. Song, are you hungry?" Xing Yu raised his eyes and said to him, "I'll touch it too."
Song Yanzheng frowned and pulled his hand back.
"Yan Yan isn't feeling well, and I don't want to start a fight with you. Also, could you please stop haunting her? You have so much free time? You actually followed us to the hospital."
Xing Yu: "I was in the hospital helping someone get an abortion."
Song Yanzheng looked at him with contempt: "Your private life is messy, just keep it to yourself, there's no need to say it."
"What a coincidence." Xing Yu said indifferently: "Your ex-wife."
Song Yanzheng was startled for a moment, but quickly regained his composure: "Yingxue and I are divorced. Her affairs have nothing to do with me."
"Don't you want to go and take a look? After all, we've shared the same bed and been intimate with each other."
Song Yanzheng clenched his fists and fought back: "Xing Yu, you don't have to imply me. What right do you have to compete with me for the ten-year relationship between Yanyan and me?"
Xing Yu: "Because I'm cleaner than you."
Song Yanzheng was speechless.
Xing Yu held Lin Yan's hand tightly and stared at her with his eyes lowered.
"Right, Ayan, I'm very clean."
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