Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 367 Contest (1)
"Ha ha--"

Song Aiyu laughed suddenly, her shoulders were shaking all the time, her voice was trembling, "I am not mother's biological daughter, I have nothing to do with the Song family! I am a fake princess of the Song family, and I may be kicked out at any time !"

Taking a deep breath, Song Aiyu looked into Mu Yi's eyes and asked him, "Do you know who is the real princess of the Song family?"

Mu Yi's heart tightened suddenly, "Who?"

"Mu Liang!"

Song Aiyu raised her lips, and tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, "It's your dear sister, Mu Liang, she is mother's biological daughter."

Hearing her words, Mu Yi was startled.His thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and the answers to some things finally came to him.

It turns out that my sister is the daughter of the Song family, not her parents' child.

Waking up early in the morning, Mu Liang prepared breakfast and drove to the hospital.When passing by the nurse's station, the little nurses who had stayed up all night were not sleepy, chatting and gossiping.

"Hey! Have you read the newspaper? The fourth young master of the Fu family and the daughter of the Song family have broken off their engagement!"

"Isn't it? That Song Aiyu is too much, even the future young mistress of the Fu family is still restless."

"That's right! See how embarrassing she is this time, hum!"

Mu Liang paused, and walked into the ward with his things.

Sheng Mingzhan sat on the head of the bed, and when he saw her come in, he subconsciously hid the newspaper in his hand.

The action of him pressing the newspaper behind the bed fell into Mu Liang's eyes. She smiled and arranged the breakfast: "I made it myself, try it."

Sheng Mingzhan took a spoon and tasted it, "It's delicious."

"Eat more." Mu Liang pushed the bowl in front of him, and waited quietly for him to finish his breakfast, with no abnormal expression on his face.

Glancing at the infusion bottle, Mu Liang asked concerned, "How many more days will I have to infuse?"

"Three days."

Mu Liang packed up his things and said with a smile, "I'll come over at night."

"You don't have to come here," Sheng Mingzhan moved his thin lips, "Anyway, there are nurses."

"Ok?"

Mu Liang raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "That's not okay, I don't worry about it." She rarely joked with herself like this, Sheng Mingzhan raised his lips and chuckled.

After a while, watching Mu Liang leave, Sheng Mingzhan took out the newspaper again, the look in his eyes gradually darkened.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the corridors of the hospital were very quiet.Sheng Mingzhan rubbed the back of his hand, and the nurse removed the empty infusion bottle.The door of the ward was gently pushed open, and he turned his head to look over, his eyes moving.

"Not welcome?" Fu Jinchen held flowers in his hand and looked calm.

Sheng Mingzhan narrowed his introverted eyes, and said with a smile, "Why? Please sit down."

Putting the flower basket on the table, Fu Jinchen glanced at the ward, and then sat down on the sofa opposite.

"What do you need from me?" Sheng Mingzhan put down his rolled up sleeves and asked with a smile.

Fu Jinchen walked to the hospital bed, bent slightly to stare at Sheng Mingzhan's face, looked at Sheng Mingzhan and said with a smile: "You look good."

Hearing his words, the smile on the corner of Sheng Mingzhan's mouth disappeared instantly.

Fu Jinchen nodded in satisfaction, this is the expression he should have.

"Sheng Mingzhan!"

Fu Jinchen straightened up, wrapped his slender legs in suit pants, and narrowed his sharp eyes, "I didn't realize before that you are not bad at business, you are also good at acting."

"To each other." Sheng Mingzhan smiled faintly, his momentum undiminished.

"Do you think you can get Mu Liang back to you by threatening Guoguo?" Sheng Mingzhan's thin lips curled slightly, and he pointed at Fu Jinchen's pain.

Fu Jinchen's dark eyes were stained with sternness, and he said, "Sheng Mingzhan, are you particularly jealous that we have a son?"

His handsome face was slowly lowered, and it was in front of Sheng Mingzhan's eyes. His voice seemed to be pierced into the heart of the man opposite him, "Do you think that if Mu Liang didn't love me, he would give birth to my son?" ?”

This sentence once again forced Sheng Mingzhan to his deathbed.

The sunlight outside the window shone through the transparent glass windows and sprinkled on the light golden carpet.The view from the floor-to-ceiling balcony was excellent. Standing in front of the bay window, Mu Liang stared straight at the white cargo ships moored in the distant harbor.

The blue water is clear and sparkling.Wherever she looked, there was a different kind of tranquility.

On the large mahogany desk behind him, this morning's morning newspaper was spread out.On the headline of the main page, Fu Jinchen's statement on the termination of the engagement is eye-catching, which is actually the headline of today's front page.

"Chairman, your guest has arrived."

The assistant knocked on the door and came in, Mu Liang responded softly, and ordered: "Go to the conference room, I'll be right there."

"Okay." The assistant turned and left.

After a while, Mu Liang picked up the folder on the table and walked out with a capable expression.

After passing the second office on the left, Mu Liang paused slightly.There was no one behind that desk except the secretary sorting things out.

"Manager Song is on leave." The assistant reported in a timely manner.

Mu Liang raised his eyebrows, thinking that Song Aiyu didn't dare to show up in the past few days, a large number of reporters surrounded the Song family, and all the targets would be aimed at her!

Pushing open the door of the meeting room, Mu Liang opened the chair and sat down. Seeing that the chair on her right was also empty, she couldn't help frowning and looking at the assistant beside her, asking.

The assistant shook his head and said dejectedly, "The president didn't come either."

Mu Liang's eyes moved, and the corners of his mouth curled up mockingly.It really is a mother-daughter relationship!
"Let's start." Mu Liang calmed down the strangeness in his heart, and said in a deep voice.She didn't think too much about other things, she just hoped that the construction of the piano museum could be implemented as soon as possible, and grandpa's wish would be fulfilled as soon as possible.

Villa on the hillside, surrounded by greenery.The shrubs in the courtyard are neatly trimmed, and the water surface of the open-air swimming pool in the front yard is shimmering.Song Qinghua came out of the kitchen and walked upstairs with a plate in his hand.

buckle -

Walking outside Song Aiyu's room, she knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Gently pushing open the door, the person huddled in the bed under the quilt did not move.Song Qinghua sighed, and walked to the bed with his things, "Aiyu, get up and have breakfast."

Song Qinghua sat by the bed and said softly, "Mom made it with her own hands, come and taste it."

The person curled up in the quilt remained motionless, his hands and feet huddled together.

Song Qinghua frowned, reached out and grabbed a corner of the quilt and pulled it away. The person huddled under the quilt had long hair hanging messily on his face, red eyes, and pale face.Song Qinghua pursed his lips and pulled her up, and said distressedly: "Aiyu, you haven't eaten all day."

"I don't want to eat." Song Aiyu curled up her legs, lowered her head, her voice was hoarse.

"What happened to your knee?" Song Qinghua frowned when he saw her scabbed knee: "When did you hurt it?"

(End of this chapter)