"yes."
Zhou Ma didn't dare to say anything more. Even if she was dissatisfied, she dared not speak out.
I can only go back to the nanny's room first.
A trace of disdain flashed in Song Yihuan's eyes, and then she turned to care about Lu Huaijing.
At this time, the wound on the back of the man's hand was almost closed.
Dr. Liang applied the ointment, bandaged his wound, and whispered:
"Sir, please don't touch the water on your wound for the past three days. I will come over every day to change the dressing for you. This is an oral medicine and needs to be taken for three consecutive days."
"Dr. Liang, if you have anything else, please tell me."
Song Yihuan took the medicine very naturally, not even noticing the stiffness on Dr. Liang's face.
"That's fine... please excuse me, Miss Song." He frowned and said.
But Song Yihuan didn't like this kind of title, and expressed her dissatisfaction in another way: "It's troublesome or not, Ajing and I are not so open-minded. Besides, I will take good care of him."
Dr. Liang nodded solemnly, and then immediately packed up the things and took them away.
Lu Huaijing leaned on the back of the sofa with a solemn expression. He closed his eyes and his mind was in chaos.
Gu Nanyan...are you really that kind of woman?
He wasn't sure, but he didn't believe that Song Yihuan would lie about Grandma Song.
Distraught and uncomfortable, Lu Huaijing's silence made the atmosphere in the living room a bit awkward.
Song Yihuan carefully adjusted the man's collar before speaking in a low voice:
"Ajing, are you still angry about what happened just now? You're going to scare me. Does the wound still hurt?"
The soft words of comfort made Lu Huaijing's already depressed mood even more depressed.
"It's getting late, you should go to bed early."
Lu Huaijing spoke coldly. After speaking, he didn't pay attention to what Song Yihuan said, and stood up and walked directly upstairs.
Song Yihuan stood there stiffly, a trace of resentment and unwillingness slowly rising in her eyes.
Why, why did Ah Jing still refuse to be with her despite all her efforts?
She didn't understand why this man still resisted her touch even though she had already replaced Gu Nanyan and had sex with Ajing.
Song Yihuan clenched her fists tightly and looked upstairs bitterly.
No matter what, she must seize the time to cook with Ah Jing. If she can get pregnant, she can legitimately squeeze Gu Nanyan away!
While thinking about it, Song Yihuan followed quietly.
Her room was right next to Lu Huaijing's room. She waited for two hours, thinking that the man had fallen asleep, before she cautiously walked to the door.
However, what surprised Song Yihuan was that Lu Huaijing's door was actually ajar!
Her eyes lit up and she quietly opened the door and entered.
The bedroom was quiet, with only a solitary lamp beside the bed on.
Song Yihuan was surprised. She thought Lu Huaijing was not sleeping, so she hurriedly apologized:
"Yes, I'm sorry A Jing, I thought you were already asleep. I just wanted to come and see you, you..."
She looked towards the man. He had his back to the door and his expression was completely unclear, but he made no sound.
What's going on? Are you asleep?
Song Yihuan frowned in confusion, unconsciously took two steps closer, and tentatively said softly: "Ah Jing?"
Seeing that the man still didn't move, she immediately took two steps closer.
Because she knew that Lu Huaijing had always been a light sleeper, and it was impossible for him to remain unresponsive even after being called for a long time.
She immediately touched the man with her hand, but there was a hot feeling between her fingertips.
"Ah Jing!" Song Yihuan's expression changed and she immediately helped the person upright.
Only then did I realize that his handsome face was flushed and his brows were frowning.
Song Yihuan's heart skipped a beat and she touched his forehead with her hand. It was indeed hot.
She quickly retracted her hand, and was about to turn around and go out to call someone, but hesitated, turned around again, and took out her phone.
She quickly lay down next to the man, wrapped his arms around her, and took a photo.
In the middle of the night, the early autumn wind sounded outside the window.
Nan Yan tossed and turned, too upset to fall asleep. She took out her phone, looked at Lu Huaijing's name, typed a paragraph, revised it many times, but finally deleted it.
Because she didn't know how to tell him at all.
While I was thinking about it, my phone vibrated suddenly.
Nan Yan quickly picked up her phone and opened it, only to find that it was a text message from Song Yihuan.
Her heart skipped a beat, and when she clicked on it, a picture came in.
The shy woman was lying in someone's arms, her messy hair and sexy suspender skirt clearly indicating what had just happened.
Although the man only had one eye exposed, Nan Yan could tell at a glance that he was Lu Huaijing.
Her heart sank to the bottom at this moment.
Even the two of them were covered with bedding that she had carefully selected before.
What an irony!
The pain was like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, making Nan Yan almost unable to hold the phone steady.
With a "pop" sound, the phone fell to the ground and made a crisp cracking sound.
Along with the phone, Nan Yan's heart was shattered.
She closed her eyes, tears pouring out uncontrollably, her throat was so choked and sore that she could hardly breathe.
Therefore, after he left, he immediately went to find Song Yihuan.
Obviously, he only found out a few hours ago that the woman had slandered her.
He even apologized to her.
But now, he is openly having sex with other women, and Nan Yan even has to endure the provocation from his mistress.
Nan Yan covered her chest, the pain was almost excruciating.
She tried hard to control her emotions, but failed. She could only curl up in the quilt and cry silently.
Sleepless night.
Nan Yan didn't want Mr. Lu to worry, so he left before the old man got up.
But she didn't notice that there was a figure behind her, chasing after her.
Nan Yan drove the car directly to Lu Zhai's door.
Having lived here for three years, she knows everything about it.
Even if Lu Huaijing wants a divorce, she must make it clear!
"Tuk-tuk-tuk!"
She knocked on the door, but no one listened.
Just when Nan Yan was about to take out the key and open the door, the door opened from the inside.
Nan Yan thought it was Zhou's mother, so she was about to speak out, but when she saw the person coming, her words choked in her throat.
"It turns out to be you!"
Song Yihuan was wearing a black suspender belt, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she seemed to have just woken up.
Extraordinarily arrogant: "It seems that Miss Gu has already received the photo."
The harsh words made Nan Yan grit her teeth.
Her heart seemed to be tugged hard by something. After enduring it again and again, she finally said, "Is Huai Jing here? I want to see him."
There are some things that she needs to explain clearly to him face to face.
But when Song Yihuan heard this, she sneered, "Ah Jing? He's still sleeping, but even if I call you, he won't see you. Why, Miss Gu... didn't you receive the divorce agreement yesterday?"
