After exchanging lives, the metaphysical female partner became the favorite of a wealthy family

Such great good news, Liu Yusheng couldn't wait to announce it. Liu Yulan's heart skipped a beat, and her face was as gentle as water: "Yusheng, let's wait until the fetus is firmly seated before we talk."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Liu Yusheng's heart was with his child, and he couldn't wait to tell everyone in the circle that he, Liu Yusheng, was fine.

The two hugged each other and were very sticky!

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The next day.

The Song family mansion.

After Li Qiao got up early, he found that Mr. Song and Mrs. Yang were at home.

"Buckwheat, come down and have breakfast."

Mrs. Yang greeted Li Qiao warmly. She slept peacefully last night, and Lao Song never stood at the bedside to scare her again in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, Buckwheat solved the problem.

She held Li Qiao's hand affectionately and sat down next to her.

"Master, eat whatever you want, you're welcome."

Mr. Song is so happy!

Under the warm reception of the couple, Li Qiao stared at the pointed small bowl and said with a helpless smile: "That's enough, that's enough. Let's eat more."

"Yes, buckwheat, eat slowly. It's hard for you to come here. Just stay here for a few more days. Your uncle Song and brother Achuan have been busy with work. Auntie is very lonely at home alone."

Mr. Song: "..." Why didn't I know?

Song Xianchuan, who had just stepped into the living room, said warmly: "Mom, I come back every weekend."

The three people at the dining table all looked sideways in the direction of the entrance.

Song Xianchuan, the only son of the Song family!

Li Qiao looked at Song Xianchuan, who was about 1.85 meters tall, wearing a simple white shirt, suit pants, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He had handsome features and held two books in his hands. He looked very bookish overall.

His occupation seems to be a university professor!

When she looked at Song Xianchuan, Song Xianchuan in front of her was also looking at Li Qiao.

"Hello, Song Xianchuan."

"Li Qiao."

The two shook hands. Mrs. Yang on one side was very worried. Is her son a piece of wood?

How can there be such a self-introduction!

Song Xianchuan's tone was gentle: "It's better to hear a hundred times than to see it once."

"I have long admired the name of Professor Song." Li Qiao replied with a smile.

The two of them were chatting like they were talking about business, and Mr. Song and Mrs. Yang looked at each other awkwardly. There might be something wrong with these two children.

"Xianchuan, sit down and eat."

Mr. Song greeted.

Li Qiao, who was halfway through her meal, held her chopsticks and started to eat. When Song Xianchuan saw the food emerging from her bowl, his expression was a bit hard to describe.

After breakfast, when Li Qiao was about to leave, Mrs. Yang hugged Li Qiao and was unwilling to let her go.

"Buckwheat, we have everything here. We are not in a hurry to go home. Now that your brother Ah Chuan is back, let him play with you." Mrs. Yang blinked hard at Song Xianchuan, hoping that he could keep Li Qiao.

Unfortunately, Song Xianchuan did not cooperate.

Song Xianchuan coughed twice: "Mom, please let Miss Li go back first. Miss Li is not a child."

The corner of Mrs. Yang’s mouth twitched!

Outside the Song family villa.

Song Xianchuan parked the car on the side of the road and opened the door for Li Qiao like a gentleman. Li Qiao nodded politely: "Thank you, Professor Song."

"I'll see you off," Song Xianchuan said.

The driver also got out of the car at this time and respectfully opened the door for Li Qiao: "Miss Li, please."

"Trouble." Li Qiao smiled lightly.

The car moved slowly.

The two of them were quiet, no one said much.

"I heard that Miss Li knows metaphysics?"

"Ah."

Her attitude was neither close nor close. Song Xianchuan glanced at Li Qiao and wondered why this child was different from what he imagined. Moreover, she was calm and sophisticated beyond her age.

Suddenly, a person suddenly stopped in front of their car, and Song Xianchuan hurriedly stepped on the brakes.

Song Xianchuan looked at the people outside with sharp eyebrows.

Li Qiao, who was in the car, frowned.

"Achuan...Achuan...why don't you answer my call? Achuan...I miss you so much."

A young girl stared at Song Xianchuan with tears in her eyes.

That beautiful face became even more beautiful because of crying.

Song Xianchuan's expression was extremely cold: "Wang Ruonan, I am your teacher and you are my student."

The crying woman in front of her seemed not to have heard, and continued: "No, no, I don't want to be your student, I want to be your wife and your woman, Ah Chuan, I like you so much, why You don't even want to look at me? You know that I like you so much and love you."

Song Xianchuan's brows knitted into knots: "Get out."

"Achuan, you are so cruel, I am still carrying your flesh and blood in my belly!" Wang Ruonan cried miserably, and Song Xianchuan's face was very cold.

"You know best who your child belongs to, and it has nothing to do with me." Song Xianchuan said coldly: "Don't pester me again in the future."

When he turned to leave, a pair of slender arms suddenly hugged him tightly from behind: "My child is yours, Ah Chuan, how can you sleep with me without admitting it?"

Song Xianchuan threw Wang Ruonan away in disgust, turned around and stared at her coldly: "As a student, seducing the teacher is one mistake. As a student, framing the teacher is the second mistake. Wang Ruonan, enough is enough. I can't possibly like you. It’s impossible to be with you!”

Wang Ruonan's cheeks turned red with anger: "I am pregnant with your child, and you are so irresponsible?"

The two were entangled, and Li Qiao lowered the car window and said, "Professor Song, it's time to go."

"coming."

When Wang Ruonan saw Li Qiao, strong hatred burst out in her eyes: "Is it because of her that you rejected me? Where did you come from, a little bitch, to seduce my man and seek death."

After saying that, Wang Ruonan rushed over and opened the car door, raised his palm and waved it towards Li Qiao.

With a snap, Song Xianchuan grabbed her wrist and pushed her to the ground.

Li Qiao frowned, not expecting that Song Xianchuan would block Wang Ruonan for her.

Wang Ruonan fell to the ground, holding her stomach and crying aggrievedly: "Achuan, my stomach hurts."

Song Xianchuan snorted coldly, turned around and said to Li Qiao: "I'm sorry, Miss Li, I'll take you back first."

Li Qiao glanced at Wang Ruonan, who was sitting on the ground crying in embarrassment, pursed his lips and said nothing.

After the car started, Wang Ruonan was still crying and chasing after him: "Achuan...Achuan...you can't abandon me, wuwu...Achuan..."

Song Xianchuan ignored him and drove the car intently, speeding down the road.

"Professor Song, pay attention to safety."

When he got off the car, Li Qiao suddenly reminded him.

He smiled gently: "Thank you."

After Li Qiao left, Song Xianchuan's face instantly turned cold in the car.

The phone kept vibrating.

Even after blocking countless numbers, Wang Ruonan was still able to contact him using a new number.

Song Xianchuan was ill-equipped. He couldn't bear it and answered the call, shouting: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Achuan... It's okay if you don't want me to pester you. Come here now. I'll wait for you here. If you don't come, I will keep harassing you (#^.^#)"

Hehe, her smile is so ugly.