Duan Zichen walked up to her and saw Pei Xiaoxiao's aggrieved look and the ten clear fingerprints on her face.
It looked very abrupt on her slightly pale face.
A hint of disgust appeared in Duan Zichen's eyes.
He was really blind before and thought Liu Zhiyuan was kind and pure.
The pain of being deceived swept through his heart, and he subconsciously hugged Xiaoxiao in his arms and pushed Liu Zhiyuan hard.
Liu Zhiyuan stumbled back two steps and bumped into the bathroom behind.
She took a deep breath in anger, and when she walked forward and raised her hand to fight back, "Bastard!" her arm was grabbed by Duan Zichen and frozen in mid-air.
Duan Zichen's low voice revealed anger and disdain.
"Liu Zhiyuan, you have no shame! Don't you feel guilty? How dare you hit Xiaoxiao? How dare you?"
The fingers slowly tightened, Liu Zhiyuan took a deep breath, and her wrist turned red instantly.
She kicked Duan Zichen hard, and he dodged and let go of his grip on her arm.
Because of the inertia of moving backwards, Liu Zhiyuan did not hit the wall this time, but hit a wall of flesh.
Song Ling stabilized his body, and Liu Zhiyuan felt safe when she saw the uncle.
I turned around and hugged the uncle subconsciously.
"What's wrong?"
Liu Zhiyuan tugged at his sleeve and said angrily, "Pei Xiaoxiao, the white lotus flower, slapped herself twice for no apparent reason and then framed me. Duan Zichen, the blind bastard, believed her so much that he hit me."
Song Ling looked at her red wrist, his eyes becoming more and more sharp.
He placed his hand on her shoulder, raised his gaze, and that powerful aura spread among the four of them.
Pei Xiaoxiao and Duan Zichen were both a little at a loss.
Pei Xiaoxiao stopped sniffing and looked straight at the two people in front of her.
I'm so angry that my teeth are itching. Damn poor doctor, why are his eyes so scary?
Song Ling only had one sentence, "Fight back!"
The last experience in the mall made Liu Zhiyuan fight back without hesitation.
It was not until the crisp sound of slapping fell that Duan Zichen suddenly woke up from this powerful cold aura.
Frustrated, he wanted to fight back, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to do so, looking at the once familiar face.
"Your woman, keep her under control!" Song Ling said this calmly and left with Liu Zhiyuan.
Liu Zhiyuan followed the man's footsteps, and the feeling of frustration in her heart gradually dissipated.
She suddenly felt that the uncle's back was so big.
Liu Zhiyuan wanted to pay the bill, but the uncle told her that he had already paid, and she smiled.
The two walked out of the restaurant and stood on the steps at the door.
Liu Zhiyuan took a deep breath and raised his slightly numb palm. Thinking about the happy slap just now, he felt even happier.
The flashing neon lights on the pedestrian street not far away are very beautiful.
Liu Zhiyuan suddenly became interested.
"Uncle, shall we go for a walk in the pedestrian street square over there?"
Song Ling frowned, seeming reluctant.
However, Liu Zhiyuan took him directly in that direction.
The square is very lively at night, with aunts and grandfathers dancing square dance, children learning Latin dance, folk artists performing folk shows, and sweet and loving couples strolling around.
The streetlights lengthened the man's figure, making even his shadow stand out.
Liu Zhiyuan suddenly had an idea. She turned her head, blinked, and smiled, "Uncle, how about we play a game? How about imitating love?"
Song Ling's deep gaze swept across a small tree, and following her gaze, she saw the young couple with their fingers intertwined.
Glancing sideways at her hearty smile, a ripple suddenly appeared in his mind. Without saying anything, he took the initiative to reach out and hold her small hand in his palm, then opened it, and his ten fingers followed hers closely.
The warmth of his palm suddenly spread to Liu Zhiyuan's palm, and then slowly spread to her heart, making her heart feel a little hot.
Her smiling eyebrows were curved like the bright moon above her head.
Playfully tighten your fingers, apply a little force to your fingertips, and shake gently.
Pointing to the fountain not far away, "Uncle, let's go over there."
Song Ling looked at her silently, then walked forward to follow her.
As the music goes up and down, the water columns rising from the musical fountain are high and low, the water splashes are big and small, and the water columns rise one by one.
Liu Zhiyuan pulled the uncle to stand closer.
From time to time, naughty drops of water hit their faces, splashed on their bodies, and fell on their hair.
Song Ling didn't like noisy environments and frowned slightly.
Liu Zhiyuan likes it very much.
There were wet beads of water on her hair and cheeks.
There were a few drops on her lips, but she didn't care.
I shouted out my frustration to the fountain, "Pei Xiaoxiao, Duan Zichen, you two bastards! I hate you! Don't ever show up in front of me again!"
The shouts were drowned out by the music, but she felt great letting it out.
The white cheeks were even more delicate in the reflection of moonlight and lamplight. Under the bright eyes, there was a clear light, like a trickling stream.
Unexpectedly, Song Ling saw something stupid.
There was nothing graceful or noble about watching her screaming and venting by the fountain.
But it is the most real and exciting.
He seemed to hear a stone thrown into the lake of his heart, causing shallow ripples.
After venting her anger, Liu Zhiyuan turned around and looked at her uncle with a silly smile, "That was so satisfying! From now on, I'm going to clear my memory and kick these two bastards out of my memory!"
The uncle's face was almost wet.
She looked at the water droplets on the uncle's nose and stood on tiptoe to gently wipe them for him.
Her shallow breathing, accompanied by sweetness, lingered in his nostrils.
The instant impulse replaced his usual rationality. Song Ling grabbed her little hand, held the back of her head, and kissed her red lips aggressively.
After the kiss, Liu Zhiyuan collapsed.
She didn't even realize what had happened before she got back into the car. It wasn't until the car started that she slowly recovered.
Her cheeks were covered with a layer of shy clouds and her lips were moist, which was very cute.
She was too shy to look at the uncle, but Song Ling couldn't help but look at her.
At the same time, she received a call from her father Liu Qing.
He may have heard about the accident last night and called to ask if she had any accident.
She said it was okay, comforted her father and hung up the phone.
He sighed slightly, thinking of Qiu He and the incident of being drugged last night, feeling helpless.
Song Ling, who was driving next to them, spoke in a hoarse voice, as if he could read minds.
"The power outage was caused by Qiu He, not the drug she gave me."
Liu Zhiyuan was slightly stunned, "Not her? Then who is it?" She remembered that only Qiu He and Zhao Yanran were closest to her at that time, if it wasn't Qiu He or Zhao Yanran.
"Xu Su!"
When the uncle casually threw out these two words, Liu Zhiyuan almost choked on her own saliva.
Xu Su?
"Is it him? How could it be him?"
"It's him!" As wise as Song Ling was, he paused slightly when talking to Xu Su on the phone this morning and knew that it was him who drugged him.
Liu Zhiyuan also reacted and pointed at the uncle and herself.
"Is Xu Su crazy?"
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