People are rejoicing: My childhood sweetheart is Qiao Yingzi

Chapter 94 Murder My Husband

Imperial capital, scholarly elegant garden, Song Qian's home.

Tong Wenjie couldn't help but sigh when she looked at Qiao Weidong, who was struggling to apply ointment on the bruises on his arm and back with one hand.

"Qiao Weidong, just knock on the door. Why are you scaring Song Qian?"

"If I hadn't been like this, how could I have come in now?" When he talked about this, Qiao Weidong felt aggrieved. He had come to see Song Qian so many times this week, but he was turned away every time.

If it hadn't been for his little plan today, he probably wouldn't have been able to get in... but this little plan was really a bit fiddly.

"hiss--!"

Because the bruise was on the back of his arm, it was difficult for Qiao Weidong to control the strength even if he touched it with his other hand. With a little force, he hissed in pain again.

Seeing this, Tong Wenjie felt that he was quite pitiful, and was ready to step forward and help him apply medicine.

"Hey! Wenjie, don't move! Let him do it by himself. Let's see what he can do." Seeing that Tong Wenjie wanted to step forward to help, Song Qian immediately stopped her.

"The children will be back in a few hours. If they see you, your efforts will be in vain."

Tong Wenjie advised.

When Song Qian heard this, she thought carefully that Yingzi's condition had just improved. If she saw Qiao Weidong's bruises all over her body, she would probably think that they had quarreled again, and the gain would outweigh the losses if the condition worsened.

"Then... Okay, I'll wipe him. Wenjie, you go to the kitchen and do your work."

As if having a fierce ideological struggle in her heart, Song Qian frowned and said with a little hesitation.

"Ah? You come?... All right, then hurry up, I'll go in first." Hearing that Song Qian wanted to apply medicine to Qiao Weidong herself, Tong Wenjie felt a little uneasy, but after all, Song Qian was Qiao Weidong's ex-wife , it was hard for her to refute, so she responded and went directly into the kitchen.

Seeing that Tong Wenjie had walked into the kitchen, Song Qian walked to Qiao Weidong, picked up a bottle of ointment in his panicked eyes, and stretched out her hand expressionlessly.

"Stretch your arms out!"

Qiao Weidong swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he laughed dryly and said: "Song, Song Qian, I suddenly feel that I am fine by myself, so I don't need to trouble you."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense!" Song Qian didn't have time to delay with Qiao Weidong. She just took action and forced his arm hanging from his chest to the table. She picked up the ointment and applied it vigorously.

At this time, Tong Wenjie was cutting green onions into sections in the kitchen when she suddenly heard a painful scream coming from the living room.

"...Ah! Song Qian, please be gentle! You are trying to murder your husband! Ah! It's about to end!"

The screams continued for a while, making Tong Wenjie's heart tremble, and even the vegetable cutting knife stopped.

After a while, the sound disappeared. Curious, she cautiously poked her head out of the kitchen to see what the current situation was like.

In the living room, Song Qian was taking out a paper towel on the dining table and wiping the ointment on her hands. Qiao Weidong was lying on the table next to her, her body still twitching, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

"Is he...still alive?" Tong Wenjie asked with some uncertainty.

"Wenjie, what are you thinking! I, Song Qian, don't know how to kill people. I just...maybe used a little too much force."

After saying that, she glanced at Qiao Weidong, who was lying on the table pretending to be dead, and slapped him on the top of his head.

"The medicine has been applied to you, pack your things and leave!"

Accompanied by a snap, Qiao Weidong stood up in response, and said, "What's the rush! I know Yingzi is coming back today, don't I want to come with you to welcome her back?"

Qiao Weidong said with a serious face, he saw Song Qian's increasingly dangerous eyes, and immediately changed the subject, aggrieved: "Also, the injury on my arm is not healed yet." As he spoke, Qiao Weidong revealed The arms looked increasingly swollen after Song Qian's "gentle" application.

Seeing Qiao Weidong's shameless expression, Song Qian was so angry that she gasped.

Tong Wenjie on the side saw that Song Qian was losing control of her emotions again, so she hurriedly pulled her to the other side and whispered.

"I think you should keep Qiao Weidong."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Qian looked at Tong Wenjie with an incredible look and said.

"Wenjie, are you confused? This bastard will only cause trouble when he comes to my place!"

"Listen to me first~, isn't this Yingzi coming back soon? When the time comes, won't she think too much when she sees her father is not here?"

Yes, there is also Yingzi. After hearing Tong Wenjie's sincere persuasion, Song Qian's original firm determination could not help but waver slightly.

Seeing the drama, Tong Wenjie immediately took advantage of the situation and said, "Besides, Fangyuan'er probably won't be able to catch Fanfan's flight today. I originally planned to pick them up myself, but now that Qiao Weidong has arrived, I can let him pick them up!"

Hearing Tong Wenjie's words, Song Qian couldn't help but nodded. It seemed that it was quite convenient for Qiao Weidong to stay here.

"Then... OK, I'll give him an advantage today!"

Then, she seemed to have thought of something, and said to Tong Wenjie anxiously, "By the way! I forgot to ask Yingzi and the others to send us a text message before getting on the plane."

"Can't you just call and ask now?"

"My phone just died and turned off."

"It's okay, I'll just videotape Yingzi. It's already around this time, and they should be getting up too."

While talking, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket to find the account marked 'daughter-in-law'. Of course, because Tong Wenjie's hands were fast, Song Qian didn't see it.

At this time, Qiao Weidong, who was sitting not far from them, heard that he was about to call Yingzi, and slowly came over.

At the same time, in a room of a hotel in Shenzhen, the soft sunlight pouring through the glass on the soft white quilt in the room is a bit dazzling.

At the end of the bed, a slender calf of Bai Zhe was exposed, but the owner of the calf leaned most of his body on Fang Yifan beside him.

Maybe it was because her feet were a little cold outside the quilt, so Yingzi's small toes curled slightly and then shrank back into the quilt.

Suddenly, a burst of music sounded in the empty room.

After hearing this, Fang Yifan struggled to open his eyes, looked at Yingzi who was still sleeping soundly, took out the arm that was originally held in her arms and touched the place where the sound came from.

He took the ringing mobile phone from the cabinet and looked at the note displayed on the screen with half-squinted eyes - "Mom"

Fang Yifan didn't doubt that he was there, and he clicked to answer the call in a daze.

The screen paused for a while, and Tong Wenjie's face appeared in the center of the screen. Fang Yifan was so sleepy that he closed his eyes and said casually, "Mom, I have something to do."

After waiting for a long time, he still didn't hear Tong Wenjie's reply. He opened his eyes in confusion, only to find that the video had been hung up with a beeping sound.

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(End of this chapter)