Liu Zhiyuan stepped forward and clapped her hands.
"Great! So wonderful! Master Duan, I'm really impressed by your performance today!"
Duan Zichen looked embarrassed, as if he had swallowed a fly, but he still asked, "Did you hear that, Xiaoyuan?"
Liu Zhiyuan nodded.
"Yes, I heard it. I didn't just hear it. I recorded it, too. I will post it online and on a Duan Clan forum so everyone can see how Young Master Duan, the future Duan Clan successor, uses his authority to persecute ordinary people."
Duan Zichen clenched his teeth.
"Xiao Yuan, I do this for you. I just want you to come back to me."
Liu Zhiyuan was very disdainful, "But these practices really make me sneer."
Duan Zichen looked extremely embarrassed.
"I'm doing this for you, Xiao Yuan. I just want Song Ling to divorce you. Come back to me and we can start over, okay? We obviously love each other very much. Have you really forgotten the sweetness we had before?"
Liu Zhiyuan sneered, "Forget it. Now I only remember how you and Pei Xiaoxiao betrayed me. I also remember that I was Song Ling's newlywed wife, but I don't remember anything else. You know, my brain circuit is very simple. I'm too lazy to remember some meaningless things, and I'm too lazy to waste brain cells."
Pain flashed in Duan Zichen's eyes, "Xiao Yuan..."
Liu Zhiyuan interrupted him.
"That's enough, don't say anything. It's best not to appear in front of me in the future. I really don't want to see you again. I am Song Ling's wife now, and I can't let you hurt him. I have sent this video to my email. If his job changes are abnormal, I will send this video.
"Master Duan, don't be so naive. I suggest you consider the overall situation before doing anything. Take care of the Duan family's face. If this matter gets out, the Duan family will lose all their face!"
"Xiao Yuan, you have never spoken to me like this before..." Duan Zichen's heart was hurt, and there were fragments everywhere.
He tried to hold it together, but she didn't give it a chance.
"What's past is past. Why bother disturbing and hurting each other? Duan Zichen, what I want to defend now is my husband's position. Please respect yourself!" After saying this, Liu Zhiyuan turned around and left.
This turn actually hit the powerful chest.
"I'm sorry..." She panicked and tried to run away, but the owner of her chest reached out and held her tighter in his arms.
After she breathed in Song Ling's unique fragrance, all her tension was relieved.
There was a faint smell of disinfectant on his body, he must have just come out of the operating room.
She raised her little face, her lips curved, and her eyes were as clear as spring water.
"Is the operation over?"
Song Ling nodded, "Yeah."
Xu Su and Song Ling appeared together. He raised his hands and clapped over and over again.
Those peach blossom eyes were full of admiration.
Liu Zhiyuan guessed that they must have heard what she had just said, and blinked at him embarrassedly.
"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile, this is a hospital."
Xu Su, "Sister-in-law, your performance just now, being low-key is an insult to you. You must be high-key. You were really great just now, I like you."
Liu Zhiyuan was shy and rubbed the uncle's chest.
"Hehe. Nothing, just saying."
"Sister-in-law, you are so cute!" Xu Su couldn't help but praise her. After feeling the cool strong light from Song Ling's side, he touched his nose.
"I'm praising you, not my elder brother. I'm speaking from my elder brother's perspective."
Liu Zhiyuan put her arms around Song Ling's strong waist. After feeling the man's dominance, she really felt sorry for Xu Su.
I could only give him a helpless look and sympathy.
Song Ling didn't say much from beginning to end. Like a king looking down on others, he glanced at Duan Zichen with a gloomy face. His deep eyes seemed to be controlled by the lights.
Duan Zichen hated his neither humble nor arrogant attitude, but he was helpless.
I thought dealing with Dr. Song would be a piece of cake, but now it seems that is not the case at all.
What disappointed him most was Liu Zhiyuan's attitude.
Liu Zhiyuan didn't want to waste time here, so she raised her little face and said, "Uncle, can you get off work? Let's go home."
Song Ling nodded, "Okay."
Xu Su looks evil.
"Sister-in-law, can I eat?"
"Can!"
"Can't!"
Song Ling and Liu Zhiyuan disagreed again.
Xu Su was sweating profusely and raised his eyebrows.
"Who has the final say?"
Song Ling didn't say anything, Liu Zhiyuan smiled and acted coquettishly beside him.
"Uncle, can you let me make a decision for once? Xu Su has helped us a lot. He is your good brother."
Song Ling still didn't say anything, but glanced at Xu Su quietly.
Xu Su touched his nose. It was his sister-in-law who took the initiative to praise him. He was shot while lying down, okay?
Liu Zhiyuan tugged at the corner of his clothes again, "Okay? Is this okay?"
Song Ling softened a little, "Okay."
Liu Zhiyuan was delighted, "Perfect!"
Then he made a victory gesture to Xu Su.
Xu Su also replied to her.
Liu Zhiyuan happily took Song Ling's hand and went back to the office to change clothes with him. Xu Su walked beside Song Ling and said, "Brother, did you go to coax her?"
Song Ling ignored him.
Xu Su didn't mind and continued to tease, "Brother, you've fallen, really fallen. When you encountered persecution, you actually wanted your sister-in-law to help you out. Sigh...
Song Ling glanced at him coldly, and he shut up.
Xu Su deliberately slowed down the car and walked behind the two of them. Looking at their harmonious figures, he restrained a little bit of unruly behavior and suddenly nodded seriously.
It looks so good, it really matches.
This style of painting is more harmonious and vivid than ever before.
Isn’t it?
Realizing there was a calm face in his mind, he shook his head.
Actually, it’s pretty good the way it is now, brother.
Duan Zichen felt heartbroken when he saw Liu Zhiyuan hugging Song Ling from behind.
He didn't even know how he got to the parking lot and got into his car.
He sat in the car but didn't start it for a long time.
After a while, a phone call came in and he saw Pei Xiaoxiao's number.
Take a deep breath, turn on the phone, and hear Pei Xiaoxiao's gentle voice.
"Zichen, where are you? I want to see you, okay? We haven't seen each other for a long time. I really miss you. Hello, are you listening?"
After a long pause, Duan Zichen said in a hoarse voice, "Okay. I'll pick you up."
Pei Xiaoxiao was ecstatic.
Pei family villa.
Pei Xiaoxiao was beaming with excitement after hanging up the phone.
She hasn't seen Zichen for more than 20 days and she misses him very much.
Last night, she dreamed that Zichen went to pick her up and they had a candlelight dinner together. Now, Zichen really said that he would pick her up.
How could she not be happy?
The maid, Zhao Ma, who knocked on the door and came in, looked at the very excited Pei Xiaoxiao. She stood at the door hesitating, not knowing how to start.
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