Song Yunqiang's face suddenly becomes very funny.
He wants to stand up from his seat in anger, but he doesn't have enough confidence in his heart.
Song Yunxuan looks at her brother with tears in her eyes and says, "Brother, will it become a scar?"
Song Yunqiang frowns and then unfolds his eyebrows. The expression on his face is very complicated.
Fortunately, it's only on the body. If it's on the face, it will be really disfigured.
Song Yunqiang puts on a kind expression and comforts Song Yunxuan, "Yunxuan, it's just an allergic reaction. I will go to the hospital with you tomorrow, OK?"
"But, isn't it a cosmetic accident? If it's on the face, it will be disfigured! "Song Yunxuan touches her neck and feels very aggrieved.
Song Yunqiang wants to comfort his sister, "Yunxuan, go take a bath and have a rest first. I will help you consult the doctor, OK?"
Song Yunxuan is comforted by her brother and temporarily calms down.
Song Yunqiang sees Song Yunxuan obediently go back to the room to rest, and hurries upstairs to his father's room.
Song Yan is playing chess in the room. Although it is boring, it is rare for him to be quiet.
Song Yunqiang opens the door. Song Yan looks back at him and then looks back at his chessboard.
Song Yunqiang does not dare to disturb his father.
After all, although his father has been ill for a long time, the power of the Song family is still tightly held in the hands of the old man.
The old man has been in the business world all his life and has worked hard to cultivate his son, but he does not give up the power as soon as he is ill.
Because of this, Song Yunqiang does not dare to refute his father without authorization.
And it is necessary to ask Song Yan for both major and minor things.
Song Yan is in the wheelchair, pinching the chess piece with his fingers. After hesitating, he puts it down and ends the game in advance.
Song Yunqiang next to him reaches out to hold the handle of the wheelchair and serves Song Yan with filial piety, "Dad, have a cup of tea and have a rest?"
Song Yan nodded.
Song Yunqiang immediately pushes the wheelchair to the long table made of yellow rosewood.
A cup of hot tea is handed to Song Yan's hand.
Song Yan takes a sip, raises his eyelids and looks at his eldest son lazily, "What's the matter?"
Song Yunqiang knows that his father is tired of him always being unable to make decisions.
However, if he made the decision on his own and did things that didn't meet the old master's expectations, the result would be the same.
Instead of letting the old master think that he was a useless good-for-nothing, it was better to ask the old master for advice on everything. This way, the old master would think that he was more mature.
Being asked, Song Yunqiang deliberated for a moment and said carefully, "Actually, Dad, it's not about me this time. It's about Yunxuan."
Master obviously didn't take Song Yunxuan seriously. He thought that his daughter was young and would be fine.
"Yun Xuan, what could possibly happen?"
Song Yunqiang looks worried: "Yunxuan went to the beauty salon for care, but she got allergic all of a sudden. A large part of her skin can't recover. You say …"
After all, Song Yan is Song Yunxuan's father. Besides, Song Yunxuan is the daughter of the Song Family. If the Song Family doesn't dare to denounce her for doing a beauty salon, it will make people think that the Song Family is a pushover.
Song Yan is a man who cares about his face. Hearing his eldest son's words, he is very angry. He puts the teacup heavily on the table and asks Song Yunqiang with a black face, "Where did she do it? Does she need to come back and ask me after such a thing happened?"
Song Yunqiang doesn't dare to speak.
Song Yan says in a low voice: "Close down the beauty salon and let it close down immediately!"
Song Yunqiang waits for Song Yan's pressure to calm down a little before he cautiously says in a very subtle tone: "Dad, I have thought about it, but … Tianxiang Salon is Gu Changge's industry."
Song Yan's angry eyes immediately calm down a little. He turns his head and looks at his eldest son with dark eyes.
The room is silent for a few seconds.
Song Yunqiang doesn't dare to speak either.
After a while, Song Yan opens his mouth. His voice is a little tired and low, "Even if Gu Changge was a hegemon in Yuncheng, she has now disappeared. Her property is now in the hands of her husband, Shao Tianze. Shao Tianze … is not easy to deal with."
"Then …" Song Yunqiang quivers and asks tentatively, "Dad, you mean …"
"Shao Tianze is also an ambitious man. Yunxuan went to his beauty salon for beauty treatment. Maybe the beautician deliberately made Yunxuan allergic."
After listening to his father's words, Song Yunqiang says what he has been guessing in his heart: "Dad, you mean that Shao Tianze was afraid of the Chu family's marriage with our family, so he deliberately harmed Yunxuan and prevented her from marrying into the Chu family?"
Song Yan nods: "In this business circle, a little clue can set off stormy waves. Yunqiang, you have to think more before you act."
Song Yan's words are meaningful.
Song Yunqiang nods quickly.
"Yunqiang, take Yunxuan to the hospital where Yunjia works tomorrow. By the way, see how Gu Changle, Gu Changge's adopted sister, is. Although the relationship between our family and the Gu family is not very good, we still have to pretend to be polite."
Song Yunqiang nods quickly: "Dad, don't worry. I will go to see Gu Changle tomorrow."
Song Yunqiang can probably understand the reason why his father asks him to see Gu Changle. It is not to see Gu Changle, but to find out Shao Tianze's attitude towards the Song family.
…
After taking a bath, Song Yunxuan wipes her body and throws the big white bath towel on the shelf next to her.
She stands in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom and looks at her body.
Her body is very thin and delicate. At first glance, it is the skeleton of a virgin girl. Even there is a little baby fat on her cheeks.
It is a very beautiful face, but compared with Gu Changle, it is still a far cry.
She takes a breath, and the look between her eyebrows and eyes is indifferent.
She raises her hands and eyes, turns around and puts on her clothes.
Every movement is as light and smooth as floating clouds and flowing water.
Even when her clothes were pulled down from her curvy waist to her shoulders, she didn't care about her unforgettable charm.
After putting on the clothes, she applies the ointment with the collar open, and the belt around the waist is loosely tied.
As soon as she comes to her bed, before she has time to screw the cap of the ointment in her hand, she sees the mobile phone thrown on the bed vibrating.
She glances at the caller ID, a little impatient.
She unhurriedly screws the cap of the ointment, and then puts it back in the drawer.
The phone, which is ignored, keeps ringing.
She doesn't answer it for the first time, and the phone begins to ring.
When it rings for the third time, she has to raise her hand and press the answer button, "Who are you looking for?"
There comes a man's magnetic and elegant chuckle, "Why are you so polite? Yunxuan. "
Song Yunxuan raises her eyebrows. Hearing that it is Chu Mochen who is talking over there, she immediately hangs up the phone.
Chu Mochen is really haunting her. The slap she gave him last time is not enough for him to learn a lesson. He even dares to call her.
She lifts the quilt and goes to bed.
There is a faint smell of ointment on the tip of her nose.
In the middle of the night, she turned over and vaguely heard the sound of the door creaking.
Her mind suddenly quivered, and she reached out her hand to turn on the lamp by the window.
The light pours out at once, and the warm orange light makes the whole space abnormally warm.
However, this room still feels cold.
She looks around the room with vigilance, but there is nothing in the whole room.
She gets out of bed and hurries to check the door lock of her room without even wearing slippers.
She has the habit of locking the door every time she goes to sleep, which is a habit she had when she was Gu Changge.
She still keeps it now.
Checking the door lock, she reaches out to twist it a few times, and finds that it is indeed locked.
She breathes a sigh of relief, and then returns to the bed weakly. She picks up the water glass on the bedside table, pours a few sleeping pills from the medicine bottle, and swallows them.
She doesn't sleep very well this night.
Turning over and over in the middle of the night, she always feels that someone is gently touching the skin below her scalded neck and collarbone.
She moans a few times because of the touch on the wound.
But it seems that someone bites the tip of her ear, and scolds her with displeasure and anger, "What a lunatic! In order to buy people's hearts, she dares to humiliate herself like this! "
She is dizzy and only feels that she is dreaming, but the voice is very like Chu Mochen's voice.
The next morning after the night, she wakes up uncomfortably. Raising her eyelids to look at the clock at the bedside, she finds that it is just over five o 'clock, but the light on the curtain is so bright.
She lies back uncomfortably and continues to sleep, feeling that it is still early.
When she is woken up by a knock on the door, she turns to look at the alarm clock by the window. It is just over seven o 'clock.
She gets up and opens the door.
Nurse Wang, who is holding a breakfast tray outside the door, asks her strangely, "Miss Yunxuan, why do you get up so late today? Are you ill? "
Song Yunxuan rubs her neck, "A little uncomfortable. I accidentally slept until over seven o 'clock."
She used to get up early, get up at six o 'clock, then wash up, and go downstairs for breakfast at seven o' clock on time.
Now it is over seven o 'clock, so it is not strange that Nurse Wang brings breakfast up.
However, Nurse Wang is also very surprised, "Miss Yunxuan, it is over ten o 'clock now."
Song Yunxuan stops rubbing her neck, and looks at Nurse Wang with a strange look, "What time do you think it is?"
"Over ten o 'clock."
Nurse Wang repeats it again.
Song Yunxuan immediately returns to the bedside to look at her alarm clock. The mechanical hands on the alarm clock move methodically.
But the hour hand clearly points to seven o 'clock.
She takes out her mobile phone again, compares the time, and finds that it is indeed 10: 35 on the mobile phone.
Song Yunxuan's fingers holding the mobile phone tighten little by little, and her delicate and delicate eyebrows also wrinkle with displeasure and coldness.
Then, she raises her hand to touch the scalded skin inside her neckline, and asks Nurse Wang without turning her head, "Nurse Wang, did we have guests last night?"
Nurse Wang is confused, "No, Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Song Yunxuan raises her head slightly, raises her pointed chin, and unconsciously narrows her eyes, "But I think we did have guests last night."
She has always been a very strict person in life. If someone has not deliberately adjusted her clock, she will never sleep after seven o 'clock.
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