Xie Jinyan suddenly laughed out loud, his voice was low and playful, and he said slowly: "Oh? Really?"
Song Chiyuan didn't dare to say anything again.
Xie Jinyan's eyes were still on the window, and he didn't give her anything, not even looking over from the corner of his eye.
The two of them were quiet for a long time. Just when Song Chiyuan thought that the topic was about to be dropped, Xie Jinyan suddenly spoke again: "Song Chiyuan, I hate people lying to me the most. Even you can't do it."
These two sentences were enough to send chills down Song Chiyuan's spine, and sweat oozed from his palms holding the steering wheel.
Probably sensing the clear fear on her face, Xie Jinyan comforted her kindly, stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, and his tone returned to the gentleness before: "I just want to pay attention to your mother's current physical condition, nothing else. mean."
Song Chiyuan pursed her lips, knowing that he was stepping down for her, and she had no reason to offend Duan. It would be difficult for her to make him angry.
"okay, I get it."
Seeing that she obeyed him, Xie Jinyan felt better again.
Song Chiyuan looked at the speed of his change of expression. Staying next to such a moody man was like having a time bomb beside him.
"Do you think your parents would like my brother more, or me more?"
When Song Chiyuan saw the red light in front of her, she relaxed all over. After hearing Xie Jinyan's question, she answered softly: "I don't know."
Afraid that his indifferent answer would offend him, he thought for a moment and then added: "Maybe they can't tell you and your brother apart at all."
Xie Jinyan withdrew his palm from her cheek: "That's not okay. You have to let your uncle and aunt know who is with you now. Otherwise, I'm afraid they will only think about Fu Xie Jin. That would be unfair to me."
Song Chiyuan took a deep breath, suppressed her temper and said something submissive to him: "You can say whatever you want."
After saying this, the two of them fell into silence. Song Chiyuan put his mobile phone on the stand to navigate, and a message suddenly popped up. Xie Jinyan's face darkened.
He turned his head and stared at Song Chiyuan's side face: "Didn't you and Xie Jinfu break up? Why do you still keep his WeChat account?"
Song Chiyuan pursed her lips and explained: "It was because I had to pay back the medical bills he paid for my mother, so I didn't delete WeChat."
Xie Jinyan had a gloomy face: "Then why did he send you another message?!"
After saying that, he thought of something and nodded again and again: "So, you two have been in contact recently, right? How did he know we were here today? Did you tell him?"
Song Chiyuan only felt a little headache when she heard his questioning voice. After pinching her temples, she reluctantly persuaded, "Xie Jinyan, we will be home soon. Wait for me to stop the car and go back and talk slowly, okay?"
Xie Jinyan closed her mouth unwillingly, an unprecedented storm brewing in her eyes.
After returning home, he coldly slammed the car door, pulled Song Chiyuan out of the car, and dragged her all the way home.
There was only one thought in his mind.
Song Chiyuan and Xie Jinfu are actually still in contact!
The bedroom was dark without the lights on. He pressed her on the bed, stared at her cheek in the darkness, and clamped her chin with his palm.
"Why did he suddenly appear here today? Did you tell him?!"
He leaned over and said through gritted teeth: "What? You broke up but you can't let go? After sleeping with me, you want to reconcile with him, right?"
