Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

The sound was so sticky that it made the air feel stringy.

Wendy immediately turned around and looked at the girl, wondering what their relationship was, considering her tone was so ambiguous.

But she heard that Mr. Song was single.

Song Yanzhi glanced at the time and it was indeed time for lunch.

He quickly glanced over the document and signed it.

"Okay, I'll finish eating right away."

Closing the pen, he looked at Song Xilan's wrinkled face and said, "I'm busy today and can't go out to eat. What would you like to eat, Miss? I'll have someone bring it over."

Song Xilan immediately listed a series of dishes with a smile, then looked at Wendy, "Sister Wendy, these are Yanzhi's favorites. Thank you for your help."

Wendy looked at her, then looked at Song Yanzhi and smiled, "You're welcome."

Song Yanzhi looked at Song Xilan suspiciously. If he remembered correctly, those dishes were all her favorites. How did they become his favorites now?

......

"This is for you to eat, and this one as well."

"This is for you too."

The picked carrot and cucumber pieces were all put into Song Yanzhi's bowl.

He looked up at the girl eating with gusto across the table, "So the eldest lady is also picky about food."

Don't like carrots and cucumbers.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song Xilan disdainfully gave the carrots and cucumbers that were in the way to Song Yanzhi. "This is good for your health. I'm giving it to you for your own good."

"Oh..." Song Yanzhi nodded in agreement, but there was no sign of belief on his face.

The cake base without cream was bought specifically for him after queuing up.

These vegetables that he doesn't like to eat are specially given to him.

The eldest lady's love for him is really deep.

Song Yanzhi saw her again with a frown on her face struggling with the shrimps on the plate, with a heroic expression that said "either you die or I die".

He frowned, made a "tsk" sound, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and raised his hand to take the shrimp in her bowl that was "still unwilling to close its eyes."

He peeled the whole shrimp meat in a few seconds and put it into her bowl.

"Eat, miss."

Song Xilan looked at his slender and clean hands stained with shrimp soup, and took another shrimp to peel it.

"Song Yanzhi, have I ever told you——"

"A man who likes a woman will peel shrimp for her, right?" Song Yanzhi interrupted her with a smile and put the shrimp meat in his hand into her bowl. "I saw that you like to eat it and it's not hard to peel it, so I did it for your convenience."

"I don't care! This is what my mother said!" Song Xilan stuffed the shrimp into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up, his eyes curved with a smile, "I'll just assume that you like me!"

"......" Song Yanzhi was convinced by her logic, smiled helplessly, and peeled out the entire plate of shrimp meat.

In the end, all the carrots and cucumbers that Song Xilan didn't like were eaten by Song Yanzhi.

And the whole plate of shrimp meat went into her stomach.

She touched her round belly, leaned back in the chair, and burped happily.

Seeing that she looked full and satisfied, Song Yanzhi had no plans to leave for the time being.

He glanced at the time, stood up and said with a smile, "Miss, are you full?"

"I'm full." Song Xilan smiled, looking like an old Buddha.

"Then I'll get busy." Song Yanzhi bowed slightly and said with a smile, "You can play for a while. If you feel sleepy, you can sleep on the sofa. There are also rooms upstairs."

"Hey, Song Yan—ah—"

Before Song Xilan could finish his words, a soft cry was heard.

Song Yanzhi quickly turned around and saw her lying on the ground, grimacing in pain.

"What's wrong?" He took two or three steps over, quickly pulled her hand away and looked at the place she was covering. There was immediately a bruise on his calf.

Song Xiyan was in so much pain that tears were about to come out. He pointed to the leg of the dining table and said, "I hit it here..."

"It's all blue." The blue spot on her fair legs was particularly obvious. Without saying a word, Song Yanzhi picked her up and put her on the sofa, then squatted down to look at her calves.

When Song Xilan was trained by Song Hui as a child, she didn't feel much pain. Instead, the pain in her flesh made her cry.

"If you want to call me, just sit down and call me. Why are you in such a hurry?"

As Song Yanzhi spoke, he lifted her calf with one hand and covered the bruised area with his other palm, gently rubbing it.

"Does it hurt a lot?" He rubbed her wound and looked up at her tearful eyes. "How about applying some medicine for bruises and injuries?"

Actually, Song Xilan had no other reason to call him, he was just too lazy to move after eating. Just when he was about to call him to pour a glass of water, he bumped into the table leg.

His warm palms rubbed gently, and it was like a warm current slowly flowing from between the legs to the heart.

She suddenly stopped crying and started grinning.

"Song Yanzhi, are you so gentle to everyone?"

She suddenly asked such a question, Song Yanzhi paused and looked up at her.

This was the first time he massaged a girl's legs.

Not to mention rubbing it, even touching it was my first time.

Before he could answer, his ears turned red.

Seeing Song Xilan's increasingly sweet smile, he quickly let go of her hand, stood up and cleared his throat, "How about, I'll have someone bring you some medicine."

Seeing that he let go of his hand as if it was too hot, Song Xilan stared at his shifty eyes and felt unhappy.

"Ouch..." Her face wrinkled and tears were about to fall, "It hurts so much, I feel like my bones are about to break..."

"Does it really hurt that much?" Song Yanzhi frowned when he saw the obvious bruise on her fair calf, then squatted down again, "Then I, I'll rub it again?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Song Xilan nodded repeatedly, "If you rub it, it won't hurt so much."

Song Yanzhi carefully lifted her leg again, held it in his palm, and gently rubbed it with his other hand.

Just then, a figure came in from outside the door.

"Mr. Song, you——"

Before he could finish his words, his voice suddenly stopped.

The two people on the sofa turned their heads at the same time, only to see Shen Qian standing at the door with a stack of documents. He was stunned when he saw the two of them, his eyes fixed on the squatting Song Yanzhi, "This is-"

Before Song Yanzhi could speak, Song Xilan quickly retracted his foot and said with a smile, "I'm chasing him!"

"Chase, chase our President Song?" Shen Qian laughed dryly, "Hehe."

Miss Song’s way of pursuing people is a bit special.

He clearly saw Vice President Song squatting in front of Miss Song, carefully touching her calf.

Who is chasing whom?

But no matter what it was, Shen Qian knew that he was disturbing their good thing.

But, we can't blame him entirely.

Who told them not to close the door?! Things like this should be done behind closed doors.

He quickly put down the information in his hand, glanced at the two of them gossipingly, and then consciously retreated.

Fortunately, Mr. Song has a good temper. If it were Mr. Ling, he would have deducted all his salary.

Thinking of President Ling, Shen Qian felt sad again.

Although Mr. Ling likes to deduct wages, most of the time it's just talk, and the bonuses he gives out are really a lot.

He still misses President Ling very much.

On the way back, I couldn't help but pick up the handkerchief to wipe away my tears.