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An hour later, Yang Qingheng rubbed her hair and her headache worsened: "You mean, Xu Changchang is the child of Xu Lan and her brother? And she is doing this all to take revenge on you?"

What is this all about?

Seeing that Song Hengjue was about to speak, she stretched out a hand: "Don't talk yet, let me hold it."

In other words, Xu Lan was with her brother, and then her brother cooperated with Song Hengjue in the black market. When he escaped from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, her brother stepped on the air and fell to death in order to distract people...

Although it was an accident, based on her understanding of Song Hengjue, she probably wouldn't feel good about it.

Xu Lan probably grasped this mentality, so she has been retaliating against him unscrupulously. She never showed up before. Now when she sees that Song Hengjue is getting married, how can she balance her heart? After all, in her heart, Song Hengjue is an indirect perpetrator. How can a person be happy?

Song Hengjue stood aside with his eyes lowered, feeling sad and guilty.

Yang Qingheng knew that he couldn't pass the test in his heart. Seeing his former friend die in front of him, it was impossible for anyone to be without shadow.

According to his character, as long as Xu Lan doesn't commit murder and arson in his life, he can't be truly ruthless.

Yang Qingheng could understand him and felt sorry for him, but he didn't accept it: "What happened to brother Xu Lan was just an accident. You can't keep yourself trapped in this matter. You have done enough for Xu Lan over the years. Could it be that you Do you want to indulge her and let her make a mess of your life? Listen to me and send the child to the police station."

When Xu Changchang sent it over, her nails were trimmed and her clothes were clean and beautiful. If Xu Lan really didn't care about the child and couldn't be so careful, he wouldn't be able to let the child stay all the time. Police station.

She will definitely take her back within three days. If she leaves her at their house, it won't necessarily last for three or two years. They also have to be on guard against her getting mad and causing trouble for them.

"I'll think about it again..." Song Hengjue looked in the direction of the master bedroom and lowered his eyes, as if thinking about it.

Yang Qingheng saw his hesitation at a glance, and his eyebrows jumped.

Xu Lan had long expected that Song Hengjue would be soft-hearted, and the aggrieved feeling of being manipulated came to his heart again. Yang Qingheng was upset and immediately said: "Think about it for yourself. If you can't be cruel, we will first Don’t get married, postpone the wedding date, we will get married when you resolve it.”

Her brain is not that bad yet. If she not only has to help others raise children after marriage, but also has to face a woman who will rush out and make trouble at any time, she would rather not get married.

"I'm sorry, I will try my best to deal with it, don't be angry." Song Hengjue's heart suddenly stopped for a second, but he did not dare to make any guarantee.

Until things are sorted out, any guarantee is just pie in the sky.

Yang Qingheng was right. If he couldn't even guarantee to give her a comfortable life, then why should he let her accompany him into a terrible marriage.

Yang Qingheng got angry when he saw him hesitating, flicked his sleeves, and went to the study to deal with documents.

Who cares about this shit?

"Mr. Song, is this child Xu Changchang?" the aunt asked respectfully, but she was actually full of contempt.

All the mistresses from outside came to the house. Unexpectedly, Mr. Song seemed to be a good person, but in fact he had a dark heart.

He lied to Miss Yang to get married, but in fact his illegitimate daughter was five or six years old.

At first she had doubted that Xu Lan was a bad woman who had cheated on her husband, but now she saw Song Hengjue's attitude towards the child. She said she was not an illegitimate daughter, her name was written backwards!

"Send it to my mother, and arrange for a doctor to follow her throughout the process." Song Hengjue looked at Yang Qingheng's closed study door, his eyes dim, and he paced a few steps, not daring to go in.

Not to mention apologizing now, she would blow him up even if he appeared in front of her.

Yang Qingheng began to wonder if she and Song Hengjue were not compatible. Day by day, all kinds of troubles came to trouble them.

Obviously she didn't have so many worries before she was with him.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. It took her a whole day to finish the work that she usually did in two hours. She felt weird as she looked at the dark sky outside.

Why didn't the aunt at home come to ask her to eat?

The next second, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. When she saw Song Hengjue from the side, her face suddenly lost its expression: "What's the matter?"

Song Hengjue took a careful look at her face and pushed the dining cart in: "There is no end to the work. I've cooked. Let's eat something first? Don't starve your body."

"Who am I so busy for?" He was not pretending to have amnesia, so she had no time to deal with her own company's affairs and could only work overtime every weekend. Yang Qingheng looked at him with an even more unkind look, "I want to eat, and my aunt will give it to me." I want you to be attentive?"

Song Hengjue was sweating profusely from her repeated questions, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Yang Qingheng ignored him and walked around him outside.

The dining table that was supposed to be full and steaming was now empty. I scanned around and didn't see the aunt cooking at home.

"Auntie has something to do at home and has gone home." Song Hengjue poked his head out of the room and coughed dryly, "She is old. She can't let her go to work every day. She needs to take holidays when appropriate. As you said before, work and rest should be balanced. no?"

If the aunt were here, she would scold him bloody. Who is too old? She is very young and can cook ten meals, not to mention one meal.

If she knew that Song Hengjue gave her a holiday to spread rumors about her, she would definitely not leave until noon. Don't let this damn scumbag ruin her good image in front of Qingheng.

"Oh, she was on vacation right after I quarreled with you, what a coincidence." Yang Qingheng was so angry that he could figure out whose handiwork this was with his toes.

Song Hengjue looked at his eyes, nose and heart, not daring to say a word.

"I want to see what you can do to deal with me." A quarrel is a quarrel, and Yang Qingheng has no reason to be upset with his stomach. He can continue to quarrel after eating. If his stomach is damaged, it will be really difficult to repair. .

Song Hengjue was overjoyed when he saw that Yang Qingheng didn't dislike the food he cooked. He pushed the dining cart out of the study without stopping. After finishing the meal, he looked at Yang Qingheng eagerly. He knew what she was going to eat with just one look from her. He was older than the ones in the palace. The eunuch was still flattering.

Aiming to atone for his sins and serve her comfortably, hoping to get a good look.

It's a pity that he doesn't know what Yang Qingheng is thinking, otherwise he will die of injustice.

Can the quarrel continue after the quarrel is interrupted? He had never seen such a strange thing before. Who wouldn't praise her for her good brain?

"I'm full, you can eat, don't waste it." Yang Qingheng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth slowly, and glanced at Gao Xiao'e's room with his peripheral vision.

Something was wrong, something was really wrong. The two of them didn't make any noise today. They were too quiet.

It's not like he's holding back some big move...

Song Hengjue didn't say that he had just given the two of them a lot of trouble in order to keep them quiet.

Only Feng Zhuan Yun swallowed up all the leftovers in front of him. There was no disgust in his eyes, as if he was used to it. After all, they had been married for decades and had eaten everything in their previous lives. How could they still dislike this?

The most important thing is that his wife smells good everywhere. Song Hengjue secretly looked at Yang Qingheng.

Yang Qingheng hesitated to speak: "There is only one mouthful left in this bowl, do you insist on eating this?"

Song Hengjue held her bowl and was stunned for a second, then glared: "It's wrong to waste food!"

Yang Qingheng hesitated and retracted his hand silently. Forget it, it wasn't stuffing it into her mouth anyway.