Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Chapter 35 Your Wife Must Be Very Happy
Song Yuening drank the fragrant soup and raised her eyes when she put down the spoon. Suddenly she noticed Xie Mingyuan's eyes.

Calm, affectionate, and somewhat joyful.

Especially when his upturned red phoenix eyes looked at him, they were inexplicably filled with a strange light.

It was as if they were a couple who had lived together for many years.

She was a little flustered for a moment, so she had to take out a paper towel and pretend to be relaxed and asked: "Have you eaten, Mr. Xie? Do you want to add some more dishes?"

After hearing Song Yuening's words, Xie Mingyuan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

When Song Yuening looked again, the expression on his face had returned to its usual indifference.

It seemed like what she saw just now was just an illusion.

Xie Mingyuan stretched out his hand and picked up the spoon, "Not yet." His voice was as low as usual, and Song Yuening stopped thinking deeply. She must have seen it wrong just now.

Xie Mingyuan filled another bowl of soup for her, and then added a bowl of rice for himself.

Both of them enjoyed the meal.

When Song Yuening and Xie Mingyuan were about to leave, Aunt Li took the time to go to the kitchen and bring a bag of freshly picked peaches, "Girl Ning, this was the best thing I could eat when I was pregnant!"

"Grandpa Minmin planted this in the countryside without applying any chemical fertilizers."

Aunt Li talked nonchalantly, and Song Yuening was extremely grateful.

It wasn't until Xie Mingyuan's driver came over that the two said goodbye.

Sitting in the car, Song Yuening looked down at the peach lying under the seat, her thoughts flying far away.

They have been out all afternoon. I wonder how grandma is doing?

Xie Mingyuan glanced at Song Yuening inadvertently and noticed her slightly frowning eyebrows. He looked down at the time and said, "Xiao Yang, take Teacher Song back to the hospital first."

Going to the hospital at this hour?

Xiao Yang's soles slipped and he said, "President, Secretary Tang has already arranged the work. If he does it again..."

"Xiao Yang."

He wanted to continue talking about the itinerary but was interrupted sharply by Xie Mingyuan.

Through the rearview mirror, Xiao Yang saw his boss's eyes glowing with coldness, and he looked more closely.

Xiao Yang's heart tightened and his mind was in confusion. If he didn't take the CEO back as per the specified time, it would be difficult for Secretary Tang to explain.

Thinking of Tang Wanran's ruthless tactics against his subordinates and the warning on his cell phone yesterday, Xiao Yang accidentally stepped on the brakes.

"呲-"

The car suddenly tilted forward due to its inertia.

Xiao Yang reacted in time and let go of his feet, then slowly stopped the car. The peach under the seat rolled to the ground.

Song Yuening was completely deflected by this force. She stepped on a rolling peach and fell to the bottom of the car seat.

"Uh, ah."

She protected her belly tightly, and her legs were stuck in the gap underneath because she was trying to hook her body to prevent her from falling down.

Song Yuening gasped in pain.

Xie Mingyuan said angrily towards the driver's seat: "Go back and go to the Human Resources Department to collect your salary and leave."

Fortunately, the road was not blocked and there were no cars behind me.

If this were not the case, Xie Mingyuan could not even imagine what the consequences would be.

His generous hands immediately supported Song Yuening and pulled her up. He stared at her stomach with concern in his eyes, "Are you okay? Does your stomach feel uncomfortable?"

Song Yuening frowned in discomfort. Her stomach was fine, but the pain in her ankles caused beads of sweat to appear on her forehead.

"fine."

After touching her bulging abdomen, Song Yuening made sure that there was nothing wrong with her stomach, and then she begged for Xiao Yang's mercy.

"Just don't fire him."

Xiao Yang was already frightened and was still hemming and hawing after hearing Song Yuening's words.

Xie Mingyuan suppressed his anger, and helped Song Yuening to sit on the desk and chair again, and then gently adjusted the length and comfort of her seat belt.

Song Yuening looked at the man in front of her silently, with the familiar smell of cedar on the tip of her nose, and her heartbeat, which had been overly frightened, gradually calmed down.After carefully adjusting the angle of the seat.

Xie Mingyuan sat up and his eyes fell on Song Yuening's already somewhat red and swollen ankle, "Go to the hospital quickly!"

He suddenly raised his tone.

Xiao Yang in the cab was so shocked that he wiped his sweat and said with a trembling voice, "Yes, President."

Song Yuening waved her hand, indicating that there was nothing serious about her leg, "Mr.

She had just heard Xiao Yang mention Tang Wanran.

Xie Mingyuan has been here for a few days, and he is the president of the company.In the past, Song Yuening was struggling inside the body and could not understand the working speed of the group's top management outside the establishment.

But since joining the Xie Group, she began to have a certain understanding of this aspect.

She has already troubled Xie Mingyuan enough, how could she have the nerve to delay his work schedule again?

The number and amount of Xie Group's one-hour contracts are probably more than she can earn in ten lifetimes.

"It doesn't matter, your body is important."

Xie Mingyuan didn't even raise his head, his eyes were still focused on her legs.

With the lesson just learned, Xiao Yang drove much more steadily.

He watched the navigation bypass the congested road and arrived at the hospital smoothly.

After the car stopped, Xie Mingyuan quickly opened the door, unbuckled Song Yuening's seat belt, picked her up and rushed directly to the emergency room.

His movements were so fast that Song Yuening could not say a word "no" at all.

In the emergency room, the smell of disinfectant filled the air.

Because Song Yuening was pregnant and could not take X-rays, she had to ask an orthopedic doctor to come over for palpation.

Xiao Yang stood aside at a loss. Xie Mingyuan calmly ordered him to fetch the doctor who was going to perform the operation on his grandma, and he ran out in a hurry.

The emergency doctor was also worried that Song Yuening's ankle injury would be too serious and cause other problems, so he asked the nurse to get some medicinal oil to reduce swelling.

Seeing that Xie Mingyuan was looking luxurious, Song Yuening had a good temperament.

Song Yuening also wanted to say that the red and swollen ankle just looked a little serious and would be fine tomorrow. The little nurse did not dare to neglect at all and hurriedly ran out.

It had only been half an hour, and Song Yuening's ankle, which was only slightly red and swollen, was now swollen to the size of a fist.

Xie Mingyuan squatted down worriedly, "Does it hurt?"

He reached out and picked up the ice pack prepared by the doctor just now, and carefully put a cold compress on her.

The man's movements were very gentle, and Song Yuening said sheepishly, "Thank you."

Song Yuening was still trying to find a reason to ask Xie Mingyuan to get up, but at this moment the little nurse ran over with medicated oil, "Ms. Song, the medicated oil I brought you is natural and pure Chinese medicine."

"Because your swelling is quite severe, you may feel some stinging pain when I operate it later."

"Let me do it."

The little nurse had just put on her gloves, but Xie Mingyuan took the medicinal oil from her hand naturally.

"Thank you, Mr.

Song Yuening pulled his elbow to indicate no.

Xie Mingyuan had already given her a cold compress for so long, how could she have the nerve to ask Xie Mingyuan to massage her and reduce the swelling again?

"this is necessary."

He finished speaking nonchalantly and squatted down again.

The man's generous palms were stained with some medicinal oil, and he gently massaged Song Yuening according to the steps dictated by the little nurse.

Xie Mingyuan's technique was very gentle. Song Yuening pursed her pink lips and stared at his delicate profile, thinking that the woman who married him in the future would definitely be happy.

Rich in gold and gentle and careful enough.

Xie Mingyuan pressed it carefully, but there was a rapid sound of high heels at the door.

(End of this chapter)