Although she really sympathized with the innocent child in Pei Xiaoxiao's belly, this was Pei Xiaoxiao's own fault, wasn't it? From beginning to end, she didn't bother Duan Zichen, let alone Pei Xiaoxiao.
So, none of this has anything to do with her.
Moreover, she was slapped in vain.
Thinking of this, she reached out and touched her cheek, pouting slightly.
Song Ling noticed the change in her expression, "Does it hurt?"
Liu Zhiyuan was very frank, "It didn't hurt that much, but the most painful moment was when I was beaten, which really annoyed me.
My face, which I had carefully applied the mask with all my heart and took good care of, was disfigured by this slap."
A strange feeling flashed through Song Ling's mind. The woman beside him was very real and a little inexplicably cute.
However, when he saw the clear fingerprints on her face, his face sank again and he said coldly: "Fight back next time."
Liu Zhiyuan rolled her eyes and nodded, "Well, I told my aunt that there won't be a next time. I'm not a pushover, how can I let them bully me?"
But then it occurred to her, "It's just that I probably can't beat her. I think I'm quite ladylike and not much of a fighter."
Who knew the man next to her would still say those two simple words, "I'm here!"
Simple! Brutal! Domineering!
Liu Zhiyuan felt a little warm in her heart, and there was a little more admiration in her eyes when she looked at the man.
"Do you know?" he asked.
"Yeah, I know!" She nodded.
When they got home, Song Ling applied an ice pack to her face. His movements were a little clumsy, but very gentle.
Liu Zhiyuan grabbed his big hand and asked mischievously, "Uncle, did you do this on purpose?"
Song Ling replied calmly, "No."
Liu Zhiyuan smiled, and when she smiled, her facial muscles were pulled, and she frowned in pain.
He softened his movements a little.
After applying the facial mask, Liu Zhiyuan went to cook.
After dinner, Song Ling went to the study to work, and Liu Zhiyuan lay on the sofa watching TV.
Listening to the rhythmic tapping of the keyboard in the study, she suddenly felt that this kind of life was very solid.
In the evening, Liu Qing called her, wished her a happy birthday, and asked her what birthday gift she wanted.
She gently declined.
"No, Dad. Thank you for your love for me."
When she thought of Lin Jinrong's attitude towards her, she was even more grateful for her father's love for her over the years.
Liu Qing heard a hint of sadness in her words and asked, "What's wrong? Xiaoyuan, is there something wrong at home again? Is it your mother..."
For many years, Liu Zhiyuan only reported good news to her father and never bad news.
She shook her head quickly.
"Nothing, everything is fine. When you come back, can you go shopping with me?"
Liu Qing nodded, "Okay, then you should rest early."
After hanging up the phone, it was raining outside the window.
The raindrops as big as beans hit the glass, making a tapping sound.
Listening to the sound of rain and looking at the light reflected in the study, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she suddenly felt very warm.
Song Ling received a call from the hospital at the last minute, so he had to rush over.
Liu Zhiyuan sat up from the sofa and asked, "Going out so late?"
"Emergency surgery," he replied after changing his clothes.
Liu Zhiyuan got up to help him tie his tie and put on his shoes.
Before he left, Liu Zhiyuan asked, "Uncle, when will you be back?"
Song Ling glanced at his watch.
"I probably won't be back today."
Liu Zhiyuan pouted in disappointment, "Oh."
Song Ling suddenly couldn't bear to see her disappointed look.
He checked his watch again, "The surgery will take four hours. I'll be back at twelve."
Liu Zhiyuan smiled instantly, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
While he went to wait for the elevator, she picked up her lovely umbrella and trotted after him.
At the elevator door, she held his arm with her little hand and whispered, "Uncle, be careful on the road and bring an umbrella."
Song Ling felt the warmth of Liu Zhiyuan's hand and nodded, "Okay, go back and rest."
After Song Ling left, Liu Zhiyuan suddenly felt that her small "snail house" became empty.
The rain was still falling outside the window, hitting the glass. She sat cross-legged on the sofa watching TV.
It actually feels good to wait for the uncle to come back.
There is expectation and warmth.
The final destination of a long-term relationship is marriage, but she and the uncle impulsively skipped the long-term process and went straight into marriage.
Perhaps, the essence of marriage is the traces of happiness outlined by such plain warmth.
She thought she could give it a try and find love in marriage.
When Song Ling came back, Liu Zhiyuan was already slumped on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze.
Song Ling took off his suit, changed his shoes, and walked to the sofa.
Seeing the quiet sleeping face, the tiredness on my face suddenly dissipated a little, as if a seed broke out of the soil in my heart and slowly sprouted.
He bent down and picked her up from the sofa.
Liu Zhiyuan was not sleeping soundly and was awakened immediately.
After smelling the man's unique scent, she subconsciously reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, buried her head in his chest, and rubbed her nose against his chest, which was very cute.
"Are you back?" She whispered softly, and the hot breath she exhaled teased the man's chest.
"Yeah," he replied.
"What time is it?" She closed her eyes and enjoyed his warm embrace.
"Eleven fifty," he replied again.
"Oh." She sighed softly and snuggled into his arms.
She suddenly thought of something, opened her eyes and smiled.
"Uncle, you are lying."
Song Ling was stunned for a second, staring at her smiling face.
Liu Zhiyuan said seriously, "Every time I wake up in bed in the morning, you say I'm pestering you and that I'm very persistent. But in fact, it's you who secretly hugs me and pesters me. You're the one who's very persistent."
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