Hundreds of millions of heirs force marriage step by step: I don't want you to capture me

Chapter 132
Going to work at two o'clock, Song Dezhi didn't want to see Xue Zhongyang, so he deliberately stepped on the clock to go to work.I didn't know until I got to work that Xue Zhongyang was not feeling well and asked for leave.

Hearing from Zhang Baobao that he was not feeling well, Song Dezhi didn't think too much about it. It would be better if he didn't come. When he came, he kept staring at her. No matter how good her mental quality was, she couldn't bear to think so.

……

Crown Hills,

Xue Zhongyang was resting on the recliner with his eyes closed in the lounge and small study with large French windows on the top floor.The trousers on his calf were rolled up, and a middle-aged man was administering needles to his calf, with a lot of golden needles pierced into his calf.

"Xue Zhongyang, do you want to die? If you want to die, tell me in advance. I came all the way from Hong Kong to this ghostly place just to collect your body?
The air here is not good, I take a breath, it's like inhaling drug gas.The air is bad, and food is unsafe.I went to eat hot pot yesterday, and the duck blood is actually a synthetic product, and the hairy belly is soaked in formalin. If people eat too much, it will cause cancer, do you know? "

"..."

"You know you have a bad stomach, but you still dare to use chili peppers. What's the difference between you and poison?"

The middle-aged man who keeps complaining is Fu Cha, the family doctor of the Xue family.It was originally Mr. Xue's personal doctor, but Mr. Xue couldn't trust the doctors in the inland area, so he asked Fucha to follow him.

Wei Jin became unhappy, "Uncle Cha, the food in the villa is airlifted from all over the place, absolutely natural and pollution-free, you don't eat it in the villa, but you insist on eating special snacks outside, who can you blame? "

"..."

"I still think the air is not good. Isn't there air purification equipment installed in the villa? As long as you don't leave the villa, you will definitely breathe high-quality oxygen. You have to..."

Holding a silver needle in his hand, Fu Cha glared at Wei Jin angrily, "I'm a human? Not a mouse? Not a canary? Of course I want to go out for a walk. Don't prisoners have a rest every day? You kid? Dare you?" Yell at me, believe it or not, I will tell you, Lao Tzu, let him clean you up."

Wei Jin said unconvinced, "You will sue!"

"Okay, stop arguing." Xue Zhongyang covered his stomach and said to Fu Cha, "Is there any painkiller? My stomach hurts badly."

"No! I won't give you any food. You deserve the pain. You know that your stomach problem is not cured, but you still eat hot pot. You don't know how to eat clear soup when you eat hot pot, but you have to eat super spicy ones. Since you dare to eat it, you can eat it." Have the guts to die of pain without making a sound."

"Uncle Cha, you are our young master Xue's doctor, and you are also his enemy. Why do you always fight against our young master Xue?"

"I'm against him? If I'm against him, I should deliberately stick to his pain point."

Xue Zhongyang held his forehead with one hand and looked at the two noisy ones, one big and one small, with a headache.Mr. Xue was afraid that Xue Zhongyang would have another accident. When he came back this time, Mr. Xue asked him to bring eight people back, including a family doctor, five bodyguards, a nutritionist and rehabilitation specialist, and a personal assistant.Xue Yanze came to live, so he had to bring a group of people over.

Song Dezhi didn't like the presence of servants.

According to Song Dezhi's words: She was born under the red flag, grew up under the red flag, a proletarian with red seedlings, how can she learn from the capitalists and big landlords, calling slaves and servants!

He bought the villa next door, and he can take all these people there, but he doesn't know what about the son he has never met?
I don't know if there is no one to serve him, is he used to it?

"Young Master Xue, the young master has already boarded the plane." Xue Zhongyang's assistant Yue Weichao reported to Xue Zhongyang after answering the phone.

"I see, I'll sleep first and call me after five o'clock in the afternoon."

"You can get some extra sleep, the plane doesn't arrive until around 09:30."

"I still have to pick her up."

Who is she, everyone in the room naturally knows.

Fucha disliked Xue Zhongyang's love for his son and daughter the most, "If you were as ruthless as your father, you wouldn't be in this situation now."

His stomach was on fire, and the pain was severe, but Xue Zhongyang smiled and said softly, "I don't think my father is happier than me."

I have devoted my whole life to Xinchang.After Xue Zhongyang's eldest brother, Xue Boran passed away, the relationship between Xue Zhongyang and his father deteriorated rapidly.He was the second son, and he was not supposed to inherit the family business, but Xue Boran died of illness, so he was the only one to shoulder this heavy responsibility.And he has his own dream, and he is used to living wantonly, so how can he be willing to be manipulated by others?

"Women can't be too used to it. You see you are so good to her, how did she treat you, knowing that you can't eat chili, and deliberately punishing you."

"She is angry, just let it out. She won't punish me, so I have to worry."

Everyone looked at Xue Zhongyang's eyes with a hopeless expression.I just thought to myself, Xue Zhongyang's brain is broken.

Fucha didn't say a word.

After Xue Zhongyang got the needle, Fu Cha applied massage oil to his legs and massaged him for a while. Just when Xue Zhongyang was half asleep and half awake, the phone rang.

Wei Jin quickly picked it up, but the ringing still woke Xue Zhongyang up.

"Hi, hello. Here...please wait a moment." Wei Jin handed the phone to Xue Zhongyang and whispered, "It's Madam's call."

Xue Zhongyang picked it up, "Hello..."

"What time is it? Are you still not at work?"

"I'm not feeling well."

"Oh."

Xue Zhongyang signaled the others to leave, and after a few irrelevant people left one after another, Xue Zhongyang was the only one left in the room, "I'm not feeling well, and you don't care about me?" There was a trace of complaint in his tone.

"Whether you live or die is none of my business! Besides, isn't it good for you to listen to the voice now? Don't worry. Good people don't live long, and the disaster will last for 1000 years. You will definitely live longer than the bastard."

"Well, it's the same!"

Song Dezhi: Xiao Mian, you have good eloquence, can you swear in disguise? !

"What time will Ozawa arrive?"

"Around 9:[-]."

"Well, I will go to Crown Heights at nine o'clock."

"I'll pick you up when you get off work."

"No!" She refused coldly.

"When we meet our son for the first time, we always have to leave a good impression on each other. Oh, by the way, I told Ozawa that we love each other very much, so no matter how much you hate me, you still have to get along with me in front of your son. Better. He is not yet four years old, and I don't want him to feel that he has to make a painful choice in his life after finally meeting his parents, choosing to be with Daddy or with Mommy."

"..."

"You said you love him so much, then, you must not have the heart to let you make such a cruel choice, huh?" His ending was long, and his voice was really flat.

Choosing to live with his father and choosing to live with his mother, Song Dezhi once did.But both her father and mother wanted her custody. In the end, Song Jinguo and Wang Cuihua quarreled, but there was no result, so she was left to make the choice.

At that time, Song Dezhi only felt that her parents were really cruel.

"I haven't thought about it that much."

"Then it's time to think about it. Also, his Chinese is very bad."

"What do you mean very bad? I can't write Chinese characters as well as you."

"It's not that he can't write well, he can't learn pictographs at all, and he can't speak Chinese well."

When Song Dezhi was pregnant, the doctor said that his son's intelligence might be a little problematic. When Song Dezhi looked at the photos, he saw that his son was reading a book most of the time, thinking that he was normal. From this point of view, As if she was being too optimistic.

"Is there something wrong with his...intelligence?"

"Intelligence?" Xue Zhongyang thought for a while and understood what she meant. "He has high intelligence and is very smart. Although he is not good at Chinese, he can speak English, French and German very well. You can communicate with him in English."

"But my spoken English is not good!"

She passed CET-[-] and threw it away. After so many years of graduation, she may not have any chance to speak English.

"I can teach you!" Xue Zhongyang said empathetically.

"Thanks, I can handle it myself!"

"Don't be nervous, he will like you."

"I'm not nervous."

"Oh, all right."

After a while, Song Dezhi still didn't hang up the phone, Xue Zhongyang was so happy, he heard her unsteady breathing, closed his eyes, and listened carefully to Song Dezhi's breathing coming from the microphone.

"Xue Zhongyang, do you think I am dressed more youthfully tonight? Sunny? Mature? Elegant, or gentle?"

"You can't take the mature route, you can't control the elegant route, gentle..." He paused, "After getting along for a long time, you will know what kind of personality you are. It's better not to lie to Ozawa."

What do you mean?
That is to say, she is neither mature, elegant, nor gentle?
"Xue Zhongyang..."

"Ok?"

"You're getting more and more annoying!"

"Oh, what should I do then? You don't want me to deceive you, but to be honest, you are not happy! Wei Jin said that a woman's heart is a needle in the sea, and it really is."

Pa... Xue Zhongyang's eardrums were shaken, he looked outside, spring is here, the trees are sprouting, and the winter jasmine is blooming brilliantly.

"The temper is still not small." He held the phone, looked at the screen, smiled, and said in a low voice.

……

Song Dezhi hung up Xue Zhongyang's call and began to fidget. Although she was in the company, her heart was not here. In the end, she had no choice but to ask He Da for leave and asked Li Suwen to go shopping.

"You're sure it's your son."

"Sure! It's exactly the same as Xue Zhongyang! It's Xue Zhongyang's son, that's my son!"

"Could it be the son of Xue Zhongyang and other women!"

Li Suwen always knew how to wake her up, "Yes, he looks like Xue Zhongyang, so he must be Xue Zhongyang's son, but it may not be my son."

Song Dezhi called Xue Zhongyang again. He seemed to be asleep, and his voice was sleepy, "Xue Zhongyang, are you sure that Xiao Ze is my son and your son, not your son and other women's son."

"Xue Yanze, three years and four months. I have been in a coma for four years! If you still don't believe me, go for a paternity test!"

Crack, hang up the phone.

"You said that when a man is in a coma, is it possible to have a child?"

(End of this chapter)