As soon as she heard Song Lingchen's name, Liu Zhiyuan completely lost her mind. Her clear eyes trembled slightly, her heartbeat began to lose its rhythm, and then she quickly opened the box with trembling fingers.
There is only a small controller in the box, which is blue with colorful buttons on it. I don’t know what it is used for.
This is like the controller the size of a car chassis that Song Lingchen took apart from his toy car at home.
Because of what the blond man said before, she didn't dare to touch him.
She looked up and asked in panic, "What the hell is this? What is it used for? What did you mean?"
When she finished asking, she suddenly realized that the man had disappeared. There was silence in front of her, as if the man had never appeared.
But she did have a box in her hand, and now it was starting to feel heavy.
She was panicked and nervous, pressing the back of her cold hand against her lips and taking deep breaths in fear.
The bodyguard in the villa greeted him: "Madam, are you back?"
Liu Zhiyuan was startled again and slammed the lid shut. Her heart was in turmoil. She didn't dare touch or throw away the things in her hands.
Something always feels wrong.
The bodyguard noticed that her face looked off and asked with concern, "Madam, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Liu Zhiyuan didn't answer and hurried into the villa in a panic. She wanted to tell Song Ling about this as soon as possible.
When she returned to the hall, she didn't dare put the box down at all and called Song Ling directly.
At the Xu family, Song Ling was beating Xu Zhou.
Xu Zhou did not fight back, but glanced at them with a mocking and contemptuous look, as if mocking their violence, while still trying to maintain his elegance.
After Song Ling swung his fist again, one of his teeth was knocked out.
Xu Zhou spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with fallen teeth. He looked down at his watch, figuring it was almost time. He proudly declared, "That's enough, Song Ling. You won't be proud for long..."
Song Ling frowned, his eyes filled with the darkness of the convoy, but at this moment, the ringing of his cell phone made him and Xu Su nervous at the same time.
Song Ling had to let go of Xu Zhou, stepped aside, took a deep breath, and answered the phone, "What's wrong?"
Only when he received a call from Liu Zhiyuan would his voice soften a few degrees.
On the other end of the phone, her nervous voice came: "Honey, where are you now? I just received a box at the door."
Song Ling's heart clenched tightly. He pressed the phone hard for several minutes, trying to steady his breathing. He asked, "What's in the box?"
"Inside the box was a strange little thing, a colorful controller with a blue button on it. I had no idea what it was. The delivery guy was also very strange. He said the thing in the box was related to our son, and he was a blond foreigner. I had no idea what he was talking about. It was so confusing..."
Liu Zhiyuan was obviously flustered and began to speak incoherently. Song Ling could still understand her meaning from her intermittent words, and his cold eyes swept towards Xu Zhou.
After seeing the deeper undercurrent in his eyes, the resentment in his heart grew stronger and stronger. He finally understood what he meant just now. This damn bastard, he once again stretched out his evil hand to Song Lingchen.
Too much anger was too late, and his first thought was to stabilize her emotions.
"Be good, I get it. Don't be nervous, I'll be right back. Don't touch the box until I get back, and don't let Song Lingchen move it, okay?"
Liu Zhiyuan took a deep breath, but her breathing became even more disordered. She asked nervously, "Husband, what is this? Is this a prank?"
Song Ling immediately walked to Xu Su and made a gesture, then comforted her.
"I'm not sure what it is yet, but I'll take care of everything. You don't have to worry about anything. Keep calm first and don't pass this nervousness on to Song Lingchen. Wait for me to get home. I'll be home in about twenty minutes."
Liu Zhiyuan nodded, sweat oozing from her nose: "Okay, I'll wait for you. Honey. I'll wait for you to come back..."
Song Ling hung up the phone, and Xu Su hurriedly stepped forward and asked Zhang anxiously, "What's wrong? Big brother? What happened to my sister-in-law?"
Although the eldest brother did not answer his question, he still cast a deep gaze directly at Xu Zhou. He could tell from the faint blue veins on the eldest brother's forehead and the trembling arms that something really happened.
When Xu Zhou touched Song Ling's pair of tight, cold, tense, dark red and bloodthirsty eyes, the corners of his blood-stained mouth curled up in a proud arc. Those eyes were full of gloomy calculations.
Song Ling must go home now to see what is in the small box that appeared inexplicably.
Xu Su, foreseeing something bad was going to happen, hurried to catch up.
Song Ling was driving the car all the way. His eyes were tense, his expression was depressed, and his feet kept stepping on the accelerator.
Xu Su sat on the side, rubbing his eyebrows, and couldn't help asking, "Brother, what's going on? Where are we going now?"
Song Ling's face was covered with frost, and his whole body was filled with a cold breath. The warmth of the entire carriage was gone, and his face was falling.
Xu Su subconsciously reached out to loosen his tie, but he felt unable to breathe freely due to the oppressive atmosphere. His brows were tightly twisted, and he had been restless all day.
Song Ling finally spoke. His voice was low and rough, as if he was trying hard to suppress the panic in his heart.
"Go back to my house. Something happened at home. Liu Zhiyuan received a strange little box. The courier said that this little box is related to Song Lingchen's safety..."
Xu Su's face immediately dropped, his mouth wide open with shock. What the hell was that? A strange little box connected to Song Lingchen's safety? Was this some kind of armed suspense drama?
The point is, after receiving such a strange little box, the sister-in-law was in a very bad mood on the phone, and the eldest brother was also in an abnormal mood when he answered the phone.
He recalled Xu Zhou's confident tone before, and his heart suddenly jumped. Even Zhang, who had a frown on his face, jumped as well.
hateful!
Could this be Xu Zhou's doing again?
Driving all the way here, both of them felt depressed and dull.
After returning home, Song Ling had just stopped when Liu Zhiyuan rushed up.
Before he came home, she sat cross-legged on the sofa, put the box on the coffee table, and looked at the box nervously. Seeing Song Ling, she quickly took his long arm and said, "Hubby, you are finally back. I was really nervous."
When Song Ling's focused eyes touched her slightly pale and delicate little face, the dull feeling quickly dissipated, replaced by soft colors. He stretched out his long arms and hugged her in his arms, and the magnetic voice spread in her ears.
"Didn't I tell you not to be so nervous?"
Liu Zhiyuan helplessly raised her face and looked at him innocently: "Ah, husband, you know. Whenever it has to do with Song Lingchen, I am always worried and nervous."
The feather cilia like butterfly wings tremble gently, and the clear eyes at the bottom of the eyes look like an elegant river.
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