Xiaonuituanzi stared at Nan Yan, as if he was mumbling to himself, or asking her questions.
Nan Yan's men did not hesitate and inserted the needles one by one. But what puzzled her was that if it were an ordinary child, he would probably have started crying at this time, right?
But Lu Shijiu seemed completely unaware.
She just insisted that she didn't answer the question, and looked at her steadily with a pair of watery ink eyes.
Nan Yan twisted a silver needle and said in a brisk tone: "Whether she is sincere or not, who knows, we can't take out her heart and see."
Song Yihuan is a woman who can take advantage of anything.
Even Grandma Song, who had worked hard to raise her since she was a child, would become her tool to escape sin and pray for mercy again and again.
It seemed that Nan Yan's words were too straightforward. Xiaonuituanzi was stunned for a long time, but a smile suddenly flashed on his handsome face.
"I like the way you talk."
It's not like Grandma Zhou's comfort, nor like the coaxing from the people around you, nor like Daddy's cold rejection.
Although Tokiku is only five years old, he has seen a lot since he was a child.
Those around him either flattered, cajoled, or had ulterior motives.
Everything is because of his status, or in other words, because of his father.
Apart from Teacher Ye, only Nan Yan was the first person to talk to him on an equal footing.
Nan Yan laughed, "I didn't expect that I could gain your favor so easily."
Her tone was cold and distant, out of instinct to draw a clear line.
How can she get close to Song Yihuan's child?
Now Nan Yan only has revenge in her heart.
The smile on the little breasted dumpling's lips deepened, but then the conversation changed:
"I know you also have a purpose, but if you want to get close to daddy, you'd better give up on it as soon as possible!"
The little guy's milky voice gave a warning, and the twist was so unexpected that people were caught off guard.
But Nan Yan smiled.
"It's interesting. He is indeed Song Yihuan's child."
There are indeed many minds.
But as soon as he said these words, the smile on the little guy's face disappeared in an instant like a candle that was extinguished.
He withdrew his hand coldly and stopped talking.
Nan Yan raised her eyebrows.
Unexpectedly, this little breast dumpling had such a big reaction.
She laughed, but at this moment, her cell phone suddenly rang.
It's an email.
Nan lit up the cigarette and discovered that it was actually Song Fei who had sent it.
She invited Nan Yan to visit Song's house again.
Sure enough, you can't keep calm?
Nanyan only replied with two words: I won’t go.
Then he put away his cell phone.
She wouldn't let Song Yihuan succeed so easily, so let's leave her alone first!
After pulling out the silver needle from the little guy's hand and cleaning the small wounds, she turned around and walked out without saying another word.
At this time, Zhou's mother came out of the kitchen, still holding breakfast in her hand.
"Miss Alina, would you like to have breakfast together?"
"No, thank you for your kindness."
Nan Yan raised her phone, shook it and said, "It's getting late, I have to deal with things."
After hearing this, Zhou Ma didn't want to disturb her, so she politely sent the person out the door.
After walking out of Lu Zhai, Nan Yan's back, which had been tense, finally relaxed a little.
She left not because she really had a job, but because she was worried that if she stayed any longer, all the pretense would fall apart.
Although she had been preparing for five years, she still couldn't face these people all the time.
Not only was he worried about being discovered, but more importantly, Nan Yan was worried that he would be unable to control some subconscious actions.
Even though they have changed their appearance, some habits cannot be changed.
When she got home, her restless look caught Lin Jinchi's attention.
The man brought a cup of hot water and placed it in front of Nan Yan.
She held it in her hands and drank half of it in one breath, but she still couldn't suppress the trembling of her hands.
Lin Jinchi couldn't stand it anymore and held her cold fingers with his big warm hands.
"Take a deep breath, Nan Yan."
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Nan Yan was shaking so much that she couldn't control herself, and even when she took the medicine, she almost collapsed.
The process of waiting for the drug to take effect was very fast. When she calmed down, she said in a low voice:
"Song Yihuan has contacted me. She... probably wants to continue treatment."
Even after five years of not seeing each other, Nan Yan still knew her temperament very well.
Song Yihuan would not give up such a good treatment opportunity easily.
Lin Jinchi's smile was full of ridicule: "She has always been 'flexible and flexible'."
His eyes fell on Nan Yan, but he was full of worry: "Do you want me to accompany you?"
Nan Yan shook her head, her beautiful eyes filled with deep hatred: "I haven't agreed yet, don't worry, I can handle it. If I can't even do this well, how can I help my child and mother get revenge?"
Song Yihuan caused her to lose two children!
She will never give up, the fun has just begun!
…
The next day.
Nan Yan just opened the door and saw Song Fei standing at the door.
As soon as Song Fei saw Nan Yan, she immediately wanted to speak attentively.
But Nan Yan wanted to close the door directly.
When Song Fei saw this, she immediately became anxious.
She quickly reached out to block the door and said urgently: "Miss Alina, I...can we talk?"
"I have nothing to talk about with you."
Nan Yan's voice was cold.
But Song Fei still refused to let go. She gripped the door handle hard, with a little bruise on her wrist.
It's a defensive injury.
Nan Yan raised the corner of his mouth. It seemed that Song Fei was not having a good life either.
She deliberately looked at Song Fei's wrist without concealment, and the latter immediately took her hand back.
"Assistant Song, are you injured?"
When Song Fei heard this, she immediately pulled down her sleeves.
"No, no, no... I was injured. I accidentally fell when I went downstairs, so..."
Song Fei hesitated to explain, but still begged: "Miss Alina, I beg you, please give us another chance, Miss Song...she wants to see you, is that okay?"
It was a humble request, as if Nan Yan did not agree, Song Fei would kneel down in the next second.
Nan Yan pulled her lips and stared at Song Fei playfully.
The latter felt uncomfortable all over, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and his voice was filled with a cry:
"Miss Alina, please, Miss Song... I want to apologize to you. Please give us another chance for Mr. Lu's sake!"
As she spoke, she knelt down directly to Nan Yan. Just when she was about to kowtow, a sigh finally came from above her head.
"All right."
It's hard to do anything but it seems like you can't bear it.
Song Fei was immediately overjoyed. She quickly stood up and bowed deeply to Nan Yan.
"Thank you, I really appreciate you!"
After saying that, Song Fei immediately led Nan Yan out.
"Ms. Song has already made a reservation for the restaurant. Miss Alina, please!"
A knowing sneer appeared at the corner of Zhu Chuan's lips, and Nan Yan followed Song Fei to the car.
In a private room in a restaurant.
Nan Yan arrived late and opened the door, just in time to see Song Yihuan sitting across the table with a solemn expression.
