Song Yunqiang's expression suddenly became very funny.
I wanted to stand up from my seat in anger, but I didn't have enough confidence in my heart.
Song Yunxuan looked at her elder brother with tears in her eyes and whispered: "Brother, will this become a scar?"
Song Yunqiang frowned and stretched his eyebrows, with a complicated expression on his face.
Fortunately, the injury was on the body. If the injury was on the face, it would really disfigure the face.
Song Yunqiang put on a kind expression to comfort Song Yunxuan: "Yunxuan, this is just an allergy. I will go to the hospital with you tomorrow to check it out, okay?"
"But, isn't this a beauty accident? If it were done to the face, it would be disfigured!" Song Yunxuan touched her neck, feeling very aggrieved.
Song Yunqiang wanted to comfort his sister: "Yunxuan, you go take a bath and rest first, and my brother will help you consult a doctor, okay?"
Song Yunxuan was comforted by her elder brother and temporarily calmed down.
After Song Yunqiang saw Song Yunxuan go back to her room to rest obediently, he hurriedly went upstairs to his father's room.
Song Yan was playing chess in the room, playing chess with himself. Although it was not interesting, it was rare and quiet.
Song Yunqiang opened the door. Song Yan looked back at him, then looked back at his chessboard.
Song Yunqiang did 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 firmly in the hands of the old man.
The old man has been working in the shopping mall all his life, focusing on raising his son, but he did not give up his power as soon as he fell ill.
Because of this, Song Yunqiang did not dare to refute his father without permission.
Moreover, Song Yan must be consulted on all necessary matters, both big and small.
Song Yan was in a wheelchair, holding the chess piece with his fingers. After hesitation, he settled on the chess piece and ended the game early.
Song Yunqiang, who was next to him, stretched out his hand to hold the push handle of the wheelchair, and served Song Yan filially: "Dad, why don't you go have a cup of tea and rest?"
Song Yan hummed.
Song Yunqiang immediately pushed the wheelchair to the long huanghuali wood table.
A cup of hot tea was handed to Song Yan's hand.
Song Yan took a sip, then raised his eyelids and looked lazily at his eldest son: "What's the matter with you?"
Song Yunqiang knew from his father's tone that he was tired of him always being unable to make decisions on his own.
However, if I make the decision without authorization and do something that is not in line with the old man's wishes, the result will be equally bad.
Instead of making the old man think that he is a useless person who cannot do things well, it would be better to ask the old man for advice on everything and make the old man think that he is a little calmer.
Song Yunqiang was asked, he thought about it and said carefully: "Actually, dad, this time it's not about me, it's about Yun Xuan."
The master obviously didn't take Song Yunxuan seriously and felt that nothing would happen to his daughter because she was young.
"Yunxuan, what can happen?"
Song Yunqiang looked troubled: "Yunxuan went to a beauty salon for treatment, and suddenly she became allergic. A large area of her skin could not recover. What do you mean..."
After all, Song Yan is Song Yunxuan's father, and besides, Song Yunxuan is the daughter of the Song family. If she doesn't dare to speak out about anything she does for beauty, wouldn't it make people think that the Song family has become a soft persimmon
Song Yan is a man who cares about face. Hearing what his eldest son said, he was very angry. He put the tea cup heavily on the table and asked Song Yunqiang with a dark face: "Where did she work? How can she use it after such a thing happened?" Come back and ask me?"
Song Yunqiang did not dare to speak.
Song Yan said solemnly: "Take over some beauty salon and tell her to close it immediately!"
Song Yunqiang waited for Song Yan's pressure to subside a little, then he spoke cautiously, reminding him in a very subtle tone: "Dad, it's not that I haven't thought about this, but... fragrance and beauty is Gu Changge's industry."
Song Yan's angry eyes immediately calmed down a bit. He turned his head and looked at his eldest son with dark eyes.
There was silence in the room for a few seconds.
Song Yunqiang didn't dare to speak.
After a while, Song Yan finally spoke, his voice a little tired and low: "Gu Changge, even if he was one of the top tyrants in Yuncheng, has been wiped out. All her properties have now fallen into the hands of her husband, Shao Tianze. Shao Tianze... is not a fuel-efficient lamp either. "
"Then..." Song Yunqiang was excited and asked tentatively, "Dad, what do you mean..."
"Shao Tianze is also an ambitious man. Yunxuan went to his beauty salon for a beauty treatment. It may be that the beautician deliberately made Yunxuan allergic."
After listening to his father's words, Song Yunqiang said what he had been guessing: "Dad, are you saying that Shao Tianze was afraid that the Chu family would marry our family and deliberately harmed Yunxuan to prevent Yunxuan from marrying into the Chu family?"
Song Yan nodded: "In this business circle, even the slightest clue can set off a storm. Yun Qiang, you have to think more before doing anything."
Song Yan’s words are profound.
Song Yunqiang nodded hurriedly.
"Yun Qiang, take Yun Xuan to the hospital where Yun Jia works tomorrow, and check on the condition of Gu Changge's adopted sister Gu Changle. Although the relationship between our family and the Gu family is not very good, we still need to do some superficial work. "
Song Yunqiang nodded hurriedly: "Dad, don't worry, I will go visit Gu Changle tomorrow."
Song Yunqiang could probably understand the reason why his father asked him to visit Gu Changle. It was a lie to go to see Gu Changle, but it was true to find out Shao Tianze's attitude towards the Song family.
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Song Yunxuan wiped herself clean after taking a shower and threw the big white bath towel on the shelf next to her.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, he looked at his body.
She has a very slender body, with the bones of an untouched girl at first glance, and even her cheeks have a little baby fat.
She has a very beautiful face, but compared to Gu Changle, she is still a bit different.
She took a breath, the look between her brows and eyes was light.
He raised his hands, raised his eyes, and turned around to put on his clothes.
Every movement is as smooth as flowing water.
Even when the clothes were pulled from her curvaceous waist to her shoulders, she didn't care about her charming look that was unforgettable at first sight.
Wear clothes, open your collar, apply ointment, and tie the belt loosely around your waist.
As soon as he reached his bed, before he could tighten the cap of the ointment in his hand, he saw the phone that was thrown on the bed was vibrating.
She glanced at the caller ID, a little impatiently.
He slowly tightened the lid of the ointment and put it back in the drawer.
The cell phone, ignored, kept ringing.
The first time she answered without reason, the phone started ringing relentlessly.
When it was the third time, she had to raise her hand and press the answer button: "Who are you looking for?"
A man's magnetic and elegant chuckle came from over there: "Why are you so polite? Yun Xuan."
Song Yunxuan raised her eyebrows. She recognized that the person speaking over there was Chu Mochen, and immediately cut off the call.
Chu Mochen is really haunted. The slap he gave him last time was not enough to make him remember it, but he still dared to call him.
She lifted the quilt and went to bed.
There is a faint smell of ointment on the tip of the nose.
When I slept until midnight, I turned over and felt a faint sound from the door.
Suddenly something clicked in her mind, and she reached out her hand and clicked on the desk lamp by the window.
The light poured out all of a sudden, and the warm orange light illuminated the entire space extremely warmly.
However, the room still felt cold.
She looked around the room with alert eyes, but there was nothing in the whole room.
She got off the bed, not even bothering to put on her slippers, and hurriedly checked the door lock of her room.
She has the habit of locking her room door every time she sleeps. This is a habit she had when she was still Gu Changge.
It still remains.
Check the door lock, reach out and twist it a few times, only to find that it is indeed locked.
She breathed a sigh of relief, then returned to the bed weakly, picked up the water glass on the bedside table, poured a few sleeping pills from the medicine bottle, drank the water and swallowed it.
I didn't sleep well that night either.
Turning back and forth in the middle of the night, she always felt like someone was gently touching her burned neck and the skin from her collarbone down.
She groaned in pain as the injured area was touched.
But it seemed like someone was biting the tip of her ear, scolding her in a displeased and angry voice: "What a lunatic! How dare you do this to yourself in order to win people's hearts!"
She was so groggy that she felt like she was dreaming, but the voice sounded very much like Chu Mochen's.
The next morning after that night, she woke up feeling uncomfortable. She raised her eyelids and looked at the head of the bed, and found that it was only after five o'clock, but the light on the curtains was so bright.
She lay down uncomfortably and continued to sleep, thinking it was still early.
When she was woken up by a knock on the door, she turned to look at the alarm clock by the window. It was only after seven o'clock.
She stood up and opened the door.
Wang Ma, who was holding a breakfast tray outside the door, asked her strangely: "Miss Yunxuan, why did you get up today? Are you sick?"
Song Yunxuan rubbed her neck: "I feel a little uncomfortable. I accidentally fell asleep until after seven o'clock."
She used to get up early, at six o'clock, wash up, and go downstairs for breakfast at seven o'clock on time.
It's now past seven o'clock, so it's not surprising that Wang Ma would bring breakfast.
However, Wang Ma also said in surprise: "Miss Yunxuan, it's already past ten o'clock now."
Song Yunxuan rubbed her neck with her hand and looked at Wang Ma with a strange look in her eyes: "What time do you think it is now?"
"It's past ten o'clock."
Wang Ma repeated it again.
Song Yunxuan immediately returned to the bedside to look at her alarm clock. The mechanical hands on the alarm clock moved in an orderly manner.
But the hour hand clearly points to seven.
She took out her phone again, checked the time, and found that the time on her phone was indeed ten-thirty-five.
Song Yunxuan's fingers holding the phone tightened, and her delicate eyebrows frowned in displeasure and coldness.
Then, he raised his hand and touched the burned skin inside his collar, and asked Mother Wang without looking back: "Mother Wang, did we have any guests at our house last night?"
Wang Ma was confused: "No, miss, what's wrong with you?"
Song Yunxuan raised her head slightly, raised her pointed chin, and narrowed her eyes unconsciously: "But I think we did have a visitor last night."
She has always been a person who has a very strict daily routine. If someone hadn't deliberately adjusted her clock, she would never have slept until seven o'clock.
Last night, someone came into her bedroom.