Xianyu's leisurely life through books

According to Song Yu's personality, he had doubts in his heart, and he must step forward to solve them.

Can……

He was afraid that if he went there, he would really confirm his guess.

That means that everything about him and Pei Xiaoxiao in the past is fake.

He was worried about gains and losses and dared not go forward.

He covered his heart and squinted his eyes, trying to filter out the harsh sunlight and see more clearly.

Song Ziyang's clothes today are different from his usual blue school uniform.

Dressed in silk and satin, the fabric is gorgeous.

Song Yu frowned.

This is Song Ziyang?
In a moment, doubts were quickly left behind.

Because, he saw that this man was looking at Pei Xiaoxiao... as if he was looking at his prey.

A must.

Song Ziyang and Pei Xiaoxiao have been at odds since their bet. Why did he suddenly change his gender and show Xiaoxiao the look of a man wanting to hunt a woman?

Song Yu couldn't take it anymore.

With a dark face, he strode forward.

What is Song Ziyang?
Even his woman dares to covet him!
He walks very fast.

There are many pedestrians on the road.

Song Yu bumped into others several times.

"I'm sick! I don't look at the road when I walk!"

This is the third passerby hit.

He was cursing, but Song Yu ignored him.

The man looked angry and wanted to reason a few words.

But Song Yu was tall and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, so he looked very difficult to mess with.

The passerby opened his mouth and swallowed the breath.

Song Yu didn't have the heart to pay attention to what the people around him were thinking, so he quickened his pace.

It's a pity that the distance is too far.

When he was about three feet away, the man suspected to be Song Ziyang had already turned and left.

Pei Xiaoxiao bid him farewell with a smile, holding the oiled paper bag, and walked briskly in the direction of the nail salon.

After taking two steps, she saw Song Yu not far away.

A flash of surprise flashed in Pei Xiaoxiao's eyes, and then she was overjoyed, and trotted forward: "Master Song, are you coming to see me?"

Does he take the initiative to come to her, does it mean... for her rejection that night, Song Yu did his own thinking work?

very nice.

Song Qi and Song Fang are already working hard to learn how to do nail art, and soon they will be able to help customers paint by themselves.

During this period of time, she still prefers to get along with Song Yu peacefully...with warmth.

Thinking in her heart, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

But soon, she noticed something was wrong, grabbed his big palm, and asked with concern: "Why is your face so ugly? Is there something wrong with your body?"

Song Yu stared at the man's back, and slowly looked back at Pei Xiaoxiao.

He sullenly said, "Since when did you and Song Ziyang have such a good relationship?"

"Song Ziyang?" Pei Xiaoxiao was taken aback for a moment, then came to her senses again, and said hi, "You said that person just now, he is not Song Ziyang, but Zhao Cheng, the owner of the Anxiang Pavilion of Rouge Shop."

Song Yu frowned: "Isn't it Song Ziyang?"

"Hmm... very similar, right? When I went to the Anxiang Pavilion to discuss business last time, I was shocked when I saw his appearance."

After thinking about it, Song Yu said, "He is not a good person, stay away from him."

Pei Xiaoxiao: "..."

"I don't care whether he is a good person or not. I associate with him only for business."

"You are for business, the way he looks at you is not just for business partners, he has plans for you."

Pei Xiaoxiao couldn't help but laugh: "He is a rich man, what kind of woman can he want, and he must stare at me as a married woman?"

She didn't take it seriously, Song Yu frowned: "You don't believe me?"

Pei Xiaoxiao knew nothing about her own charm.

"Trust me." Pei Xiaoxiao nodded perfunctorily, "I promise, I will never interact with him too much except for business."

Moreover, it was originally like this.

She is not false at all.

Isn't that still going to continue to contact that man?
He lowered his face: "Then what if he wants to contact you for business reasons?"

"Let me see..." Pei Xiaoxiao leaned in front of him in a funny way, sniffed hard a few times, and said with a smile, "Well, it's so sour... Come on, you think highly of your wife and me, don't worry."

Song Yu's face was ugly: "Did you see that he looks like Song Ziyang, so you insisted on continuing to associate with him?"

What he said was a question.

But the eyes are very determined.

Pei Xiaoxiao slowly suppressed her smile.

At this moment, Pei Xiaoxiao was blessed to the heart.

No matter how she explained, Song Yu could find reasons to blame her.

If you want to add a crime, why don't you have any trouble?
To say a thousand words and ten thousand, in fact...

Song Yu just didn't believe her anymore.

Only.

She took a deep breath, let go of his hand, and looked at him calmly: "You don't believe me?"

Song Yu pursed his lips, but did not reply.

She has a criminal record.

In order to go to Hualou, I lied.

He didn't speak, but his attitude said it all.

Pei Xiaoxiao suddenly lost the mood to pursue, confront, and explain.

She waved her hand wearily, and said, "Song Yu, the shop is busy, I'll go back first, if there's anything else, let's talk about it tonight."

Before he could react, Pei Xiaoxiao turned around and left.

Looking at the petite back who left, Song Yu clenched his hands tightly.

Ming knew he was jealous because she was unhappy.

Pei Xiaoxiao didn't even want to comfort him.

Still thinking about work.

What is he in her heart?
Thinking of this, Song Yu felt a dull pain in his heart.

All kinds of cold war flashed in my mind, her rejection of him, and her disdainful explanation.

His face was pale, and he didn't have the courage to chase after him.

He turned around leading the mule, facing the dazzling sunlight, and walked in the opposite direction of the nail salon step by step.

He also felt tired.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and it is originally a refreshing autumn weather.

Song Yu and Pei Xiaoxiao were on top of each other, feeling suffocated.

Compared with the Cold War in the past, the embarrassment is even more uncomfortable.

Contrary to the mood of the couple, Du Rouhui has been very happy recently.

Especially today.

In the backyard of Huichun Hall, there is no one except Song Yu, a patient today.

He is used to her lighting the spices every day.

The amount of medicine in his body is also enough.

Song Wen is not there.

Song Yu was upset.

Everything is ready.

I only owe Dongfeng.

Du Rouhui lighted the analgesic incense as usual, sat by the bed, took out the specially treated silver needle, and gave it to Song Yu.

From the censer, white smoke curled up, gradually filling the small ward.

Song Yu's eyelids were heavy, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

He shook his head, frowned and looked at Du Rouhui in front of him: "Is the incense lighted today too strong? Why do I feel dizzy?"

Du Rouhui looked at Song Yu whose eyes were a little blurred, suppressed the joy in her heart, and pretended to be calm and said:

"No, it's still the same as before. The proportions of these incenses are all adjusted...Brother Song Yu, have you not had a good rest recently, so you have hallucinations?"

hallucinations?
Song Yu shook his head again, feeling his head sinking even more.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he forced his eyelids open again.

There was no longer Du Rouhui in front of him.

replaced by……

"Xiaoxiao?" Song Yu was very surprised, "Why are you here?"

They were having an awkward fight.

Pei Xiaoxiao is not of the nature to easily bow her head and admit her mistakes.

Besides, she didn't think she was doing anything wrong.

Now he actually came directly to Huichuntang, is he trying to coax him?
His conjecture was quickly confirmed.

She grabbed his hand and shook it gently, coquettishly in a warm and soft voice:

"Sister-in-law, I miss you."