The temperature in the president's office dropped several freezing points in an instant.
There was a tense atmosphere in the air, and Song Ling's eyes were full of worry and tension.
He had not forgotten the mysterious man who had been hiding behind them for three years. For three years he had been on the defensive.
But he didn't know who that mysterious man was.
When he heard the maid's panicked voice, he subconsciously thought of the mysterious man.
He was so worried that he didn't even bother to comfort the little woman beside him. He asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?"
The maid who called him became even more nervous when she heard his low, nervous voice.
In front of the maid, there was a pair of clear little eyes staring at her, his little mouth pouting proudly. The young face was full of entanglement, as if he wanted to beg the maid for mercy, but he couldn't pull down his proud face.
So, I could only look at the maid with a pout.
Although the maid couldn't bear it, the treadmill in the gym was Song Ling's favorite. Now that the young master had secretly dismantled the treadmill, she had to tell Song Ling.
Liu Zhiyuan couldn't wait any longer. Her clear eyes were trembling. Her small hands grasped the man's fingers, until her fingertips turned white.
Although she was extremely panicked, she still managed to remain a little strong: "What's wrong? What happened? Is something wrong with the young master?"
The maid turned her head away, not even looking at the young master's troubled expression. She took a deep breath and apologized awkwardly, "I'm sorry, madam, something's happened to the young master."
Liu Zhiyuan was so frightened that her legs went weak and she almost fell. The man beside her hugged her in time, and she stood tightly against his shoulder.
She also thought of the mysterious man. Who knew how many abnormal behaviors that damn mysterious man had that they couldn't guess?
At this time, Song Ling finally kept calm. He clasped the little woman's shoulders with one big hand and placed the other hand on her cheek. His voice was low and clear: "What's wrong with Song Lingchen? Tell me!"
The maid was startled by his voice. She reacted and said quickly, "Sir, don't misunderstand me. The young master is fine. He is right in front of me now."
This hesitant voice instantly became the most beautiful music in the world.
Upon hearing this, Liu Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief. She hooked her arms around the man's and muttered, "Scary, really scary..."
Because many unexpected things happened during Liu Zhiyuan's pregnancy, Song Ling's nerves became a little sensitive, especially when it came to Liu Zhiyuan and Song Lingchen. His sensitive nerves were almost untouchable. A slight touch would break them.
Just seconds ago, he was so worried that he couldn't even breathe.
He reached out and tugged at his tie, suppressed his throat and emotions, and asked coldly, "What's wrong with him?"
The maid quickly explained, "Mr. Song, it's like this. It's fine for the young master to stand across from me, but there's something wrong with your treadmill..."
Song Ling understood instantly, his brows furrowed. "He dismantled my treadmill?"
When Liu Zhiyuan heard this, she quickly covered her rosy lips. Oh my god, is this kid so anxious? Did he really dismantle the treadmill at home so quickly?
The maid trembled,
"Yes, the young master said he wanted to play with toys, and then when I finished my work, I found that the young master was gone. After looking around, I found that the young master had locked himself in the gym.
I knocked on the door, but the young master wouldn't open it. When I found the spare key to the gym, I saw the treadmill had been dismantled. "Young master is amazing. He's so young..."
The older maid was a bit talkative, but she went off topic when she spoke, and there was a sense of pride between the lines.
However, when she noticed the change in Song Ling's breathing rate on the other end of the phone, she immediately stopped talking.
"Sir, Madam, when will you be back? Because I stopped the young master, he's very angry now. He's standing opposite me, staring at me. If you don't come back, I can't control him."
Song Ling looked at his watch and his voice became heavier: "Half an hour. Before that, keep an eye on him!"
He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, and then hung up the phone decisively.
He saw that the expression on Liu Zhiyuan's face was very wonderful, comparable to colorful auspicious clouds.
She seemed to have forgotten her promise to the little guy. She didn't even give Song Ling a heads-up in advance.
How could the little one move so fast? She was also curious. The treadmill looked complicated. How did her three-year-old do it?
So amazing!
Of course, she was just curious.
She covered her lips, and a complicated expression appeared on her beautiful and elegant little face.
Of course, Song Ling was also a smart man. He saw the clues at a glance. He frowned and looked at her little face, "Is there a share for you?"
Liu Zhiyuan covered her lips, shook her head, and then nodded.
Song Ling took a step forward and arrogantly pulled down her little hand: "Tell me the truth, is there a share for you?"
Liu Zhiyuan smiled and took the man's arm to indicate that she had, "Maybe, well, I think, I have almost my share."
Song Ling's back tensed up and his brows furrowed even tighter.
But before he could speak, Liu Zhiyuan's face wrinkled into a steamed bun, and her voice softened several degrees, like...
"Hubby, you're not going to scold me, are you? Song Lingchen is your son too, you definitely don't want to scold him, right?"
Song Ling really wanted to grit his teeth and say that it was his favorite treadmill.
He bought it because she complained that she had to lose weight and exercise after giving birth, otherwise she would suffer from postpartum depression.
At the time, she often complained about postpartum depression. He was terrified by her, so he was completely obedient. She said exercising alone was boring, so he tried to make time to work out with her.
After trying a range of fitness equipment, Liu Zhiyuan still felt that yoga was more suitable for a delicate girl like her. She didn't like hiring a private trainer, so she always downloaded videos at home.
She felt helpless in the gym alone, so Song Ling would find time to accompany her. When she practiced yoga, he would run.
The two of them each did their own thing, occasionally smiling at each other, and the atmosphere was indescribably harmonious. That's why Song Ling loved that treadmill very much.
Liu Zhiyuan looked at the man's face and continued, "Hubby, I'm so cute, and Song Lingchen is so smart, you wouldn't want to scold us, right?"
Seeing that Song Ling still didn't speak, she immediately looked pitiful, with her thick eyelashes covering her eyes, as if she would cry at any time.
Song Ling sighed helplessly, and his tense back relaxed. He lowered his voice and picked up his coat: "Let's go home."
A smile immediately broke out on Liu Zhiyuan's delicate face. She smiled and stretched out her arms, allowing the man to help her put on her coat.
Then she grasped the man like a vine, caught his arm,
"Thank you, husband, for not blaming me. I wanted to explain the treadmill to you. Actually, the thing is..."
Just as the two of them were immersed in their interaction, Xu Su's voice suddenly rose a little; "Zhao Yanran, do you have the courage to say it again? Believe it or not?"
His voice had a rare angry, sullen, even cold tone.
This tone surprised Song Ling and Liu Zhiyuan.
Liu Zhiyuan slapped her forehead awkwardly. She almost forgot Xu Su was still there.
But what about Xu Su?
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