"I won't bother them again. If I do, we won't be able to have a son!" Yang Yuan swore sadly.
After hearing this, Song Biao's face turned extremely ugly.
How dare this woman disobey him! She even swore an oath about him!
I don't take him seriously anymore! I have to teach him a lesson when I get back.
Song Biao glanced at Yang Yuan calmly, then looked at Song Yiyi, "Get lost."
Song Yiyi didn't take Song Biao's dirty words seriously. After hearing the oath, she felt a lot more relaxed.
Although she didn't believe these things, Song Biao believed them very much.
So Song Biao asked Yang Yuan to swear, which also showed his determination.
Song Yiyi stopped pestering and walked out the door.
And outside.
Song Xiner and Gu Zhixing stared at each other.
The man in front of her had a very stiff posture, as if he was afraid of breaking her.
Song Xiner looked at him carefully. His facial features were regular, his eyebrows were soft and his eyes were full of spirit. He was a good man. There was a dragon purple mark between his eyebrows. He would become a big man in the future.
Just as she was thinking, the waves outside the window rippled, and the sound that only Song Xiner could hear came into her ears.
Break through the fate and cause and effect are formed.
Song Yiyi came out and took the child.
"The doctor just came to see the child. He's just a little over-fed. He's fine." Seeing Song Yiyi's haggard appearance, Gu Zhixing unconsciously showed a hint of tenderness.
"Thanks."
After saying that, Song Yiyi walked out without even looking.
"Wait, let the doctor bandage your hand. You can't just care about the child and not take care of your own body. Your child will also worry about you. Don't let her worry. She just cried." Gu Zhixing blurted out.
After Gu Zhixing finished speaking, he was surprised that he had meddled in other people's business and fell into deep thought.
Song Xiner: You are the one crying, your whole family is crying!
Song Yiyi: I think I can't hear any noise outside? This man is doing this on purpose, trying to get my attention? No way!
While Gu Zhixing was stunned, the doctor had already bandaged Song Yiyi's wound.
This time, Song Yiyi looked at Gu Zhixing with caution, and left without even saying thank you.
Take the elevator.
Song Xiner's gossipy heart was burning and roaring in her heart.
"Big sister, what just happened? What earth-shattering, god-shattering thing did you do? Did you make something clear up?"
Song Yiyi smiled.
Only my younger sister can make her laugh seriously.
"Just now, Yang Yuan swore a poisonous oath that if she causes trouble for us again, she and Song Biao will not be able to have a son."
【Hiss~~~~Then this is true.】
Song Xiner came to a conclusion based on the vision she had just witnessed and the plot of the novel.
Song Yang is not Song Biao's son at all, but it has never been discovered in the original novel.
"They already have a son, so it won't matter even if they can't have a son in the future. But let the traditional Song Biao order others to swear. If Yang Yuan really does it in the future, I will have a reason to make him uncomfortable and settle the score with him!" Song Yiyi has been with Song Biao the longest and knows Song Biao's temper and preferences very well.
Song Xiner pouted her pink little mouth.
"Big sister, just wait and see. If Yang Yuan dares to commit a crime, you can say that Song Yang is not Song Biao's son. Your dream will come true."
Song Yiyi loves to hear this sentence.
She really hoped so. The more chaotic the Song family was, the better their lives would be!
Thinking of this, Song Yiyi remembered the ending her younger sister had told her.
"Don't worry, sister, I won't be fooled by sweet talk or a momentary awkwardness and hand it over to others, especially those rich second-generations. I won't give them any chance at all!"
Song Xiner's forehead was covered with sweat.
"That's not the case. Big sister, you were just harmed by Mr. Zhang before. As long as you avoid this misfortune, you just need to be more careful in the future."
But Song Yiyi doesn't think so.
She would rather kill the wrong person than let anyone go!
Having spent too much time at Song Biao's company, Song Yiyi simply took the afternoon off and went home.
After ordering some fresh food for takeout and coaxing Song Xiner to sleep, he started to prepare a sumptuous dinner.
I bought hairy crabs, crayfish, pork ribs...all kinds of delicacies that I haven't eaten in years.
When the sisters came back and opened the door, they smelled the fragrance.
"Sister, what day is this? Are we rich?" Song Qiqi ran to the kitchen and hugged Song Yiyi.
"That's right, I went to Song Biao's company and came back with a lot of stuff." Song Yiyi patted her butt and described in vivid detail what happened at Song Biao's company.
After hearing this, the sisters all looked happy.
Even a well-behaved child like Song Qiqi couldn't help but clench his fists and wave them in the air.
It’s really satisfying!
Several people sat around the table, chatting and eating.
Song Yiyi looked at her sisters with smiles on their faces, feeling very proud.
This one million is enough for them to spend for a long time.
My youngest sister has a source of milk powder, and the living expenses for my fourth and fifth sisters have increased. The family’s food will also be improved in the future. I’m going shopping tomorrow, the weekend, to buy new clothes for my sisters!
The haze that had been buried in the hearts of the eight sisters for a long time finally dissipated a lot.
Things are slowly getting better.
That night, everyone took a shower.
They moved the table in the living room away, spread out bedding, and made a large bunk bed.
A few people lie on it, turn on the TV, turn off the lights, and this rare time of physical and mental relaxation always makes people linger.
They used to do this when Mom was still alive.
"Sister, does your hand still hurt?" Song Liuliu is usually taciturn, but also the most attentive.
Song Yiyi rubbed her hair.
"It's okay. There's a rich second-generation kid who's courting me who called a doctor for me. Of course, I'm not going to bother him! As long as we're sisters, we're fine."
Song Xiner was bathing in the moonlight with her chubby face.
I suddenly woke up as if I heard something ridiculous.
"What's wrong with our Xin'er?" Song Yiyi leaned over and pecked her on the face several times.
Is my sister pdst?
Song Xiner complained silently, ignored Xiangxiang's saliva and continued to close her eyes and sleep.
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