Flash marriage ugly wife, madam has a bit too many vests

Qi Yun didn't open the door, her first reaction was to run back to Song Muyu and ask her if she wanted to open the door.

Frankly speaking, Qi Yun didn't want to smoke, but also wanted to smoke Song Xun with a big mouth.

She couldn't take a good look at a man who sowed seeds casually.

At this time, Song Muyu was still in the bathroom and did not come out.

She had no choice but to knock on the door.

Song Muyu's voice came from inside. "Qi Yun, what's the matter?"

"Miss Song, Mr. Song Xun is knocking on the door, but I haven't opened the door for him yet." Qi Yun said.

Song Muyu was taken aback, very astonished.

Song Xun came to look for her, didn't he come last night, why did he suddenly come to him again today.

She calmed down her emotions a little and said: "Go and open the door for him, just say that I am taking a shower, and I will go out later."

"Yes!" Qi Yun got the order, and then turned her head to open the door, and Song Xun was still standing at the door.

The moment the door opened, Song Xun glanced at Qi Yun, "Where is Song Muyu?"

"Mr. Song, Miss Song is taking a bath, please wait a moment." Qi Yun invited him in with the same expressionless face.

Song Xun frowned and glanced at Qi Yun, and asked, "Are you Rui Rui's assistant for Mu Yu?"

Qi Yun looked calm: "Does Mr. Song want to check the household registration? Is it important who arranged it?"

Song Xun squinted his eyes, and the whole person looked a lot colder.

But Qi Yun didn't give him a good look, but said indifferently and distantly: "What would Mr. Song want to drink?"

"Don't drink!" Song Xun said coldly: "You can go first!"

Qi Yun glanced at Song Xun, and said softly: "I'm sorry Mr. Song, you have no right to order me, I only take Miss Song's orders."

Song Xun frowned, and said again: "I have something to say to Song Muyu, is it convenient for you to be here?"

"I will go back to the room while you are talking, and I won't listen to what you have to say." Qi Yun said: "Of course, all of this has to be done with Miss Song's permission."

In other words, she would not obey Song Xun's orders.

Song Xun's eyes were deep and sharp, and fell on Qi Yun's face, but she didn't get angry, but her eyes were a little cold.

Qi Yun completely ignored it.

Although Song Xun didn't drink anything, Qi Yun went to pour a cup of tea for him and put the cup on the table.

Song Xun glanced at the tea and thanked lightly: "Thank you."

"Mr. Song is polite."

"You also have a problem with me?" Song Xun still clearly felt the girl's hostility towards him, just like Rui Rui, she was very disgusted.

Qi Yun's eyes flashed, and said: "Mr. Song may have misunderstood, and I have no intersection or interest with you."

"Does that mean you have no hostility toward me?"

"Correct!"

"Lie!" Song Xun snorted coldly.

Qi Yun: "..."

Song Muyu's little sister hasn't come out yet.

Song Xun sat on the sofa and had no patience after waiting for a long time. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. The hands of the time showed that 10 minutes had passed.

It has been so long since entering the house.

But Song Muyu hasn't come out yet.

He couldn't help asking: "What the hell is Song Muyu doing? Why hasn't she come out yet?"

"Mr. Song, I told you just now that Ms. Song is taking a bath. You just took a bath when you came, so naturally it will come out slowly. If Mr. Song is impatient to wait, you can leave first." Qi Yun naturally did not treat him well. manner.

In her opinion, Song Xun bullied Song Muyu too much.

She really has a bad attitude towards Song Xun, and she is very disgusted.

The man saw it, but so what?

Did he have no idea what he did?

"Go and ask!" Song Xun said, "If she doesn't come out yet, I'll go in and invite her."

Qi Yun frowned and asked, "Mr. Song wants to be a hooligan?"

Song Xun chewed these two words playfully: "Rogue?"

Qi Yun didn't go in to invite Song Muyu, but just looked at Song Xun indifferently, making it clear that she wouldn't invite Song Muyu, and just waited here.

Anyway, this is the attitude, if you are impatient, you can just leave.

Quite a personality!

Song Xun looked at Qi Yun's indifferent little face, and frowned, what kind of master and subordinate he was.

This attitude is clearly the same as Rui Rui's.

He got up and stood up, ready to go to Song Muyu himself.

As a result, just after taking a step, Qi Yun blocked his way. "Mr. Song, please respect yourself."

"You help me to invite, I will personally invite!" Song Xun said coldly.

Qi Yun has already put on a posture, and if he wants to force his way, she doesn't mind doing it.

Anyway, the young master's order to her is to protect Miss Song.

She naturally wanted to ensure Miss Song's safety.

The atmosphere between the two people was tense in an instant, and the atmosphere seemed to be getting more and more tense.

Suddenly, the door of the bedroom opened, and Song Muyu stood there with a pale face, her hair was wrapped in a wig, and she probably hadn't dried it.

Moreover, she also changed into a conservative two-piece home clothes, the fabric is very thick.

She walked out with a white towel around her neck.

When she saw Song Xun, her complexion was very pale, Qi Yun said: "Qi Yun, you go back to your room first, I will call you if there is something to do."

Qi Yun glanced at her, nodded, and then walked to her room.

As soon as Qi Yun left, there were only Song Xun and Song Muyu in the living room.

Song Muyu said, "I don't know what's going on with my brother?"

Song Xun didn't speak, but looked up and down Song Muyu with sharp eyes, feeling that his pale face was a bit glaring.

"Are you sick?" Song Xun asked suddenly.

Song Muyu felt guilty, and her heart beat inexplicably accelerated. She cleared her throat slightly and said, "No, thank you for your concern."

"Your face is very pale!" Song Xun said again.

Song Muyu was taken aback, and said, "Oh, it's okay, it's because of not wearing makeup!"

Song Xun's sharp eyes fell on her face again.

Song Muyu's eyes did not dare to meet her eyes, her eyes dodged, she was indeed a little nervous.

In any case, Song Xun would never know about the miscarriage.

It is useless to say more.

Song Xun looked at her lightly, and asked back: "Do you think I haven't seen you without makeup?"

Song Muyu froze there, the bright light came down and shone on her overly pale face, like a vampire, so pale that there was no blood at all.

But her eyes were so firm and powerful, after a slight flash, there was a hint of determination, as if she had made a decision.

She said: "It's just dysmenorrhea. My aunt came a little more, and she lost too much blood. That's why her face is so pale. I'm sorry to make my brother worry."

Song Xun was taken aback, and frowned: "Is your aunt here?"

Song Muyu nodded.

"I remember that your menstrual period is not today." His tone was so firm, as if asserting that she was lying.