Song Yihuan was stunned when she heard this.
She stared at Lu Huaijing in disbelief, her eyes red:
"Ajing, this woman, she humiliated me and even made me look embarrassed in front of you. Ajing, you know what I care about most, why do you do it to an outsider? Is it because my leg is broken, so you Dislike me?"
Her series of questions gave Lu Huaijing a headache.
He pinched his eyebrows, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Yi Huan, I think you need to calm down. After all, your health is the most important thing. If it weren't for Alina, you might really be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."
When Song Yihuan heard this, she immediately stopped crying.
There was a layer of deep hatred in her eyes, and she was about to argue, but Lu Huaijing didn't give him the chance.
He raised his voice and called Song Fei in, his voice a little colder: "Take good care of her."
After saying that, he motioned for Nan Yan to leave.
The latter stepped forward calmly, packed up everything, and left with Lu Huaijing.
The moment the door closed, Song Fei couldn't help but said worriedly: "Miss Song - ah!"
Before she could finish her words, Song Yihuan frantically pushed everything on the table to the ground.
There was a crackling sound, and everything was smashed to pieces.
Song Fei was stunned, but before she could speak again, her wrist was pinched hard.
"Who are you looking for? Is she really Alina? Song Fei, are you lying to me?"
Song Yihuan asked hoarsely, her gloomy face making her expression very ferocious.
Song Fei shook her head repeatedly and explained: "She...she is indeed Alina. Miss Song, you...please calm down, it's not worth it..."
"Get away!"
Song Yihuan angrily threw away her hand that wanted to comfort her, but soon, she felt like a deflated ball, covering her face and crying.
"Miss Song..."
Song Yihuan's shoulders twitched and tears flowed down her fingers.
…
In the study room.
Nan Yan and Lu Huaijing walked in. All the furnishings here did not look like this man's office style.
"I'm really sorry, Alina. I apologize to you on behalf of Yihuan."
The handsome man of Fengshen tilted his head and stretched out his hand towards Nan Yan. Although his tone of voice was still cold as usual, there was indeed a hint of apology in his eyes.
Nan Yan gently raised her hand, with slender fingers and round, full nails, slender and clean. Her jade fingers seemed to be unintentional and lightly touched the back of the man's hand, but soon she took it back. .
"Mr. Lu, are you... going to marry Miss Song soon?"
Her voice was light and clear, but she said something that did not answer the question.
Lu Huaijing's face froze and he frowned slightly: "Where did you hear that?"
He withdrew his hand, and his dark eyes were filled with a layer of coldness.
"Isn't it? The whole Nancheng is spreading the news..."
A playful color flashed through her beautiful eyes, making Lu Huaijing even more uncomfortable.
His tone instantly became cold: "Miss Alina, I know you are very famous abroad, but who you marry is my privacy, so you should stop asking."
After saying that, the man turned away, seeming a little unhappy.
Ah……
Nan Yan curled her lips mockingly and approached calmly.
The voice was low and secretive: "Is it because... Gu Nanyan?"
The tall and proud back froze, and Lu Huaijing turned around almost instinctively, but before the shock and anger in his eyes faded away, he was surprised by the extremely close distance between the two.
He saw the charming woman almost touching him. The close distance, coupled with her upturned face and the very familiar and fresh smell on her body, made the man's eyes trance for a moment.
A charming smile appeared on the corners of Nan Yan's lips, with a hint of wandering in her eyes.
But, the next second, her slender swan neck was strangled by a big hand.
Lu Huaijing's actions and reactions were so fast that Nan Yan didn't even react, and she was pressed against the wall.
"Alina, I don't care how famous you are abroad or how outstanding your abilities are, but you are not allowed to play tricks here."
Lu Huaijing's voice was as gloomy as a ghost, and his eyes were as threatening as Mount Tai. A little force from his hands was enough to make Nan Yan breathless.
But the man slowly narrowed his eyes and looked condescendingly: "Stand by yourself, you should understand what these four words mean, right?"
Lu Huaijing ignored this little trick because Song Yihuan's legs still needed her treatment.
Although Song Yihuan had an arrogant and perverse personality, and became even more sensitive and suspicious after getting sick, he, Lu Huaijing, would never expose his weakness to a woman just because of her few words.
In the past five years, Gu Nanyan has become a taboo.
Even Song Yihuan didn't dare to mention that name easily.
It's even more because of... the children.
Lu Huaijing withdrew his hand coldly, but his eyes were still cold and sharp: "Alina, don't think that just because you use the same perfume as my ex-wife, you can do whatever you want. If you can't cure the disease, leave!"
Nan Yan covered her neck and gasped twice, but a sharp look flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Unexpectedly, Lu Huaijing would be so jealous of her...
I don’t know if it’s deep guilt or hatred!
Nan Yan turned her neck gracefully and then said in a deep voice: "Mr. Lu, I don't know what your ex-wife's perfume is. You remember it yourself. I'm afraid you are the one who never forgets it..."
After she finished speaking, she picked up the bag on the table and said coldly: "It seems that treating Miss Song is not what Mr. Lu wants. In that case, I'll leave first."
After saying that, Nan Yan turned around and left.
The moment the door closed, Nan Yan didn't see that the man's big hand was slowly tightening.
When Nan Yan walked out of Song's house, Lin Jinchi was already waiting in the car.
He sat in the back seat, the stretched Lincoln parked under the shade of a tree.
As soon as the driver saw Nan Yan, he immediately stepped forward and helped her put the medicine box in the trunk.
"Alina!" The driver was very respectful.
Nan Yan nodded and got into the car. When he saw that clear and familiar profile, he was still in a trance for a moment.
Five years.
Nan Yan still couldn't get familiar with Lin Jinchi, and always unconsciously compared the similarities with him at a certain moment or angle.
The man was dealing with files on the computer. When he saw Nan Yan getting into the car, he smiled gently at her, but the next second, his eyes fell on Nan Yan's red neck.
Lin Jinchi's eyes immediately became serious and he put down the computer in his hand.
"He hurt you?" There was a faint chill in his voice.
Nan Yan naturally knew who the "he" in his mouth was referring to.
