Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Song Yanshu couldn't see as a blanket of pink mist burst out from his chest and swept towards Qing Wan.

She was still timid, her beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist, which, when she gently lowered her eyes, revealed a kind of satisfied laziness.

As the person was about to approach her, she seemed to subconsciously glance at the ward on the other side.

Jiang Mo was there.

How will he choose?

"Abandon wife and children" or continue to procrastinate to escape?

There was a hint of sarcasm in the depths of Qing Wan's eyes. When she looked away, she suddenly met Song Yanshu's deep and ferocious gaze.

The stagnant and strange atmosphere lasted for a second, and Song Yanshu suddenly forced a smile as if nothing had happened, and used the doctor's force to push Qing Wan back to her ward.

"Click." After the doctor left, Song Yanshu locked the door naturally.

He stood there, tilted his head slightly, smiled, and asked softly, "Xixi, is Jiang Mosui worth you doing this?"

Carefully avoid surveillance and take the initiative to find Song Ya.

If he hadn't discovered the clues during the second examination, how long would she have been tortured?

He couldn't even think about it.

Song Yanshu's breathing became chilly, his brows and eyes were sunken in shadows, and at this moment he actually looked somewhat cold and sinister.

Qing Wan seemed to be frightened by his appearance, and the tears in her eyes fell out with a plop, like hitting Song Yanshu's heart, making him unable to harden his heart anymore.

"Don't cry, that's not what I meant. I don't blame you."

Song Yanshu quickly suppressed his emotions, took three or two steps forward, and spoke in a hurried tone, feeling annoyed that he had looked too fierce just now.

His baby would be fine.

The one with the problem is obviously Jiang Mosui. He already has a fiancée, yet he shamelessly comes to pester his Xixi.

Song Yanshu was jealous and angry inside, but he no longer dared to show any scary expression on his face.

"I'm just too worried about you, I'm sorry." Song Yanshu whispered to comfort her while pulling out a chair and sitting down.

He leaned over and wiped away the tears from Qingwan's eyes, his movements as cautious as if he was treating a precious and fragile item.

"……Thanks."

Qingwan tilted her head slightly with a distant look, as if she was sulking.

But her eyelashes were wet and the tip of her nose was a little red, like a kitten with a harlequin face. She looked puffed up and had no deterrent effect at all.

Instead, Song Yanshu's heart almost melted.

He couldn't help but move closer, his handsome eyes showing tenderness, and coaxed softly: "How did Song Ya threaten you with Jiang Mosui? Tell me, okay, I will vent your anger for you."

The low and hoarse coaxing seemed ambiguous because of the close distance. Qingwan seemed a little shy, and the tips of her ears turned red when she shrank back.

She glanced at Song Yanshu, then hastily looked away, and timidly whispered, "It's not Jiang Mosui."

The trembling tone scratched Song Yanshu's heart like a feather. His throat felt inexplicably dry and his heart beat more and more violently.

"If it's not Jiang Mosui, then who else could it be?"

Qing Wan bit her lips and said nothing, her long and curled eyelashes pressed down and trembling violently.

——She is nervous.

Or shy?

Song Yanshu had never been so nervous in his life. His palms were sweating and his back was tense as if facing a great enemy. He desperately wanted to hear the answer from Qing Wan.

"Xixi, tell me, who did you go to see Song Ya for?"

"Tell me, please?" His tone already contained a hint of pleading.

Qing Wan seemed to be burned by the urgency in those words. Her little face flushed red and she pushed Song Yanshu's face away with some embarrassment.

"Don't you know? Why are you asking?"

This sentence was like a bunch of fireworks that exploded in Song Yanshu's world with a "bang", so brilliant that it made him dizzy.

He was stunned like a fool, "So, it's for me, right?"

"No...no." Qing Wanying's voice was very unconfident.

She dodged his gaze, huddled under the blanket, and explained in a muffled voice, "I just heard that you were injured and bleeding a lot, but you didn't bandage it and didn't allow anyone to get close to you."

Song Yanshu's eyes were filled with joy, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face. He smiled foolishly and naively, "How could I be such a fool?"

"You are it." Qing Wan retorted in a very low voice. The glance she gave him was so pure and charming that it made Song Yanshu's bones go soft.

His eyes were incredibly bright and his gaze was fixed on Qing Wan. His fingertips cautiously reached out to her, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally reached out and hooked her little finger.

Qing Wan did not move away.

Neither of them spoke. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful. The warm sunlight came in through the window and enveloped the two of them, stretching the unspoken ambiguity to the extreme.

Song Yanshu felt like a honey pot had been overturned.

The upstart business man who was usually eloquent was now as dull as a young boy. He was so nervous that he couldn't even say the confession that was on his lips for a long time.

Qing Wan pretended not to see it and let the ambiguity spread.

She counted the time in her mind, "…three, two, one."

"Bang!" The locked door was kicked open.

The noise outside was completely unmasked, and the doctor's anxious footsteps in the corridor and Song Ya's sharp roar were all audible.

Jiang Mosui, who was standing at the door, was also in a very miserable state. There were scratches on his face and blood on his clothes. He looked as vicious and ferocious as a wild wolf.

He stared at Song Yanshu coldly, "Song Ya is crazy, as her brother, shouldn't you go and take a look?"

The latter opened his eyelids and said calmly, "Young Master Jiang, don't you understand? How can there be family affection between illegitimate children? But you..."

"As a father, isn't it a bit inhumane for you to force your wife into this state?"

Song Yanshu smiled and held Qing Wan's fingers together, looking at Jiang Mosui with a playful look on his face as he was frustrated.

Qing Wan on the side seemed to be deeply hurt by the words just now. Her face turned pale instantly and she turned her head away from looking at Jiang Mosui.

This reaction made Jiang Mosui, who had been hoping for the best, feel cold all over. He wanted to explain to Qing Wan urgently.

But the next second, Song Ya's shrill roar instantly broke the stalemate.

"Jiang Mosui! Do you have to watch me die in front of you before you will believe me?!"

Because the two wards were not far from each other and the doors were wide open, all of Song Ya's crazy talk could be heard clearly here.

Qing Wan felt nothing about this.

Because of the succubus's ability, she can magnify anyone's desires, so Song Ya, who has been disguised for half her life, has frequently lost her composure in the past few days.

But she still looked very professional, frowned, and said worriedly: "Go and have a look, after all, the child is innocent."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Mosui's face turned pale.

"I will solve it. I will solve it..."

Qing Wan raised her eyes and looked at him, her eyes seemed to hide a myriad of sorrows, and she interrupted him sullenly.

"Go check it out first, don't let her hurt the child."

As she spoke, she began to lift the quilt, with her usual expression of tolerance on her pale, thin face.

The two men present were heartbroken by what they saw. Finally, unable to resist her insistence, Song Yanshu had to carry her to the wheelchair and push her out.

Jiang Mosui wanted to intervene in the middle, but Song Yanshu avoided him with a sneer.

"Can't you have a little self-awareness when you're this dirty?"