The first top lady

Song Yixuan walked on the zebra crossing with heavy steps, his head lowered, and his expression could not be seen.

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A passing car suddenly braked, and a driver swore impatiently. However, Song Yixuan didn't hear any of this, she didn't even see the red light, and she didn't even refuse death.

But she made it across the street and didn't die.

It was the King of Hell who didn't want to take her. Then she had to live well.

Song Yixuan walked into a fast food restaurant and ordered two servings of fried chicken. She really liked fried chicken, but now it tasted like chewing wax, with no flavor at all, and she didn't even have the strength to chew it anymore.

She sniffed, put down the half-eaten fried chicken leg in her hand, spit out the fried chicken that she couldn't chew anymore, picked up a napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth casually, then stood up and left. There was still a completely untouched meal on the table.

She walked along the sidewalk, not knowing whether the fried chicken she swallowed was not chewed thoroughly, it was stuck in her heart, neither going up nor down, making her feel uncomfortable. It was as if it was squeezing the blood in her heart, moving it up little by little, stirring her sore throat, strangling her breathing, and finally surging in her eyes, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

Dong Peiying and Zhou Xiao mocked her and belittled her, but she didn't cry.

Jiang Cun and Ye Zhang kicked her so hard that she felt like her internal organs were shifting, but she didn't cry.

But when there was no one around, my tears began to flow uncontrollably.

Master, why do you only teach them to kick their waists? It really hurts.

Dong Peiying and the others must have felt better after taking their anger out on her, but she didn't feel good at all.

It must be because the fried chicken just now was not to her liking. She actually cried because of a chicken leg. It's ridiculous.

The phone vibrated for a long time, and her thighs were numb from the vibration. It turned out that she had been squatting on the ground for too long.

"Master's wife." Her voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of stiffness from the sobs left over from crying that she tried hard to control.

"Yixuan, are you almost home? I'll prepare dinner soon." The voice from the other end of the phone was filled with anticipation and joy, which instantly made Song Yixuan feel warm in his heart.

She smiled comfortably, "It will be soon, Master's wife."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yixuan looked at his dirty trouser legs and worn-out knees, and decisively found a store to buy some clothes, a white jumpsuit.

With one sleeve half-rolled up in the middle of his forearm and his hand in his pocket, he swung his other arm and walked forward in a carefree and unrestrained manner with his long legs.

It was as if the beating just now had never happened to her.

When I passed by a public restroom, I went in to wash my face. My hair was casually tied behind my head, and the water wet the two strands of hair on my temples. I looked cool and clear, with a bit of broken stubbornness.

When he reached the downstairs of the community, it was already completely dark. Song Yixuan straightened his collar and rang the doorbell.

"I'm here." A voice came through the door. I heard the voice before I saw the person. "These are all your favorite dishes. Come in quickly."

Tang Zhu is Wei Yilin's wife. She has short hair and looks gentle. Wei Yilin used to bring Song Yixuan here often. Tang Zhu works in the General Office of the Ministry of State Security, and they sometimes meet in the Ministry of State Security.

Song Yixuan knew that Tang Zhu treated her very well, just like her own daughter, but she caused Tang Zhu's family to fall apart.

It seemed that Tang Zhu had no intention of blaming her. He treated her as usual, asked about her well-being, cooked her favorite meals, and even kept picking food for her.

"Where have you been recently?" Although Tang Zhu didn't know Song Yixuan's identity as a member of 711, he was also clear about the nature of Song Yixuan's work in the Fifth Bureau, which required him to travel back and forth across the country.

Song Yixuan's words were all relaxed, just like she always chatted about her daily life. "I've been resting for a long time. I was just watching people filming in Shenhai." She didn't have many scenes either, she was just being lazy. "I went to Guangting a few days ago and had a few words with the eldest daughter of a business family."

She avoided the main point and didn't mention Misty Bay at all.

"Did you have a quarrel with someone?" Tang Zhu teased with a smile, "You didn't lose, did you?"

Song Yixuan laughed happily, "How could that be possible?" How could she lose?

"It's a good day today. I've dried the quilt in the sun. It will be comfortable for sleeping at night."

"Now that you mention it, I remember that I haven't dried my quilt in the sun for a long time."

Song Yixun, Song Yitian and Song Yike are rarely at home because of school, and Song Yishen is also very busy at work, so she is sometimes not at home, and when she is at home she is too lazy to move the quilts out to dry in the sun.

"You are just lazy." The tone was gentle and doting, but the next second he turned to another topic, "Yeah, I have never asked you before, have you met a boy you get along with?"

Song Yixuan reached out to pick up the food, smiling without saying a word.

"That's tacit consent. You didn't even bring your child back to me to see. Do you treat your master's wife as an outsider?"

"Master's wife, are you still worried about my marriage?" Song Yixuan joked.

"It's time for you to get married. Don't let other things delay it." They all knew what these "other things" were. Wei Yilin's departure would more or less become a worry for Song Yixuan.

"Hey, what's wrong with your arm? Is it injured?" Tang Zhu suddenly saw a red mark on the half-rolled cuff of Song Yixuan's sleeve when he reached out to pick up some food, like countless bloodshot veins exposed after two layers of skin were peeled off.

"It's okay. There was construction going on at the intersection. I wasn't paying attention and tripped, and fell to the ground." She said I was light.

Tang Zhu sighed, "It's too dangerous for a girl like you to run around outside. I'll go to the General Office tomorrow to apply for a transfer for you and see how long it will take to get you transferred to a civilian position."

"Forget about sitting in the office. You know I can't sit still."

"How can you deal with guns all day? If you get hurt, it won't just be a few scratches, it might be a direct blow to the skin."

"How about..." Song Yixuan had never refuted Tang Zhu, but she had a way to buy time, "Two more years? When I'm 25, I don't want to run around outside anymore, so I'll just follow Master's wife around every day to make a living."

"Okay, I'll prepare three meals a day for you."

Song Yixuan thought that she was not yet 22 years old, and there were still three years before she turned 25. Three years should be enough for her to hunt down Kou Shan.

She really hadn't thought about dedicating her life to the cause of drug control. Catching Kou Shan was for revenge. And destroying the Viper Gang was just a side job. If it wasn't a side job, she wouldn't go.

Housekeeper. Chengyuan Villa.

Guan Tong talked about Song Yixuan with Guan Dengrong at the dinner table, "She is just a arrogant and conceited country girl. I don't know how Guan Qian fell in love with her."

Guan Dengrong had an unfathomable look on his face. He knew very well that Guan Tong was arrogant and had always disliked Guan Qian. Perhaps he had angered Song Yixuan and that was why he was looked down upon by the other party.

If that's the case, either Song Yixuan is really stupid and dares to confront Guan Tong in person, or Song Yixuan has the confidence to challenge Guan Tong, or even the housekeeper.

Of course, he was more inclined to the latter. Song Yixuan was not that simple, and Guan Qian's vision was not that bad.

"It seems that big brother has recovered well. His voice is sonorous and powerful, and full of strength." The voice came from outside.

Guan Tong and Guan Dengrong looked towards the door at the same time, and saw Guan Qian walking in slowly. Compared with Guan Tong, he seemed weak and sound, and he was the one who had just been discharged from the hospital.

"I thought you wouldn't come today." Guan Tong snorted sarcastically.

Guan Qian sat down by himself. The servants added more dishes and chopsticks. He ignored the atmosphere at the table and ate quietly.

Guan Dengrong didn't say anything, and the meal was relatively peaceful.