Don't mess with her! This powerful young lady is loved by the bigwigs of Beijing's elite c

Upon hearing this, Song Beiyou's hand slipped, and the needle he was holding accidentally pierced behind Duan Yao's ear.

"Sigh~"

This time it really hurt; there was no faking it, and it even caused a bloody mark.

Song Beiyou was startled and quickly put the needle down properly. He then picked up a cotton ball, dipped it in disinfectant, and applied it to the wound.

"I'm sorry."

Song Beiyou's position was quite unique, and the location of his wound was also quite ingenious.

It's difficult to handle without bending down.

Her face was almost touching his earlobe, and what she just said was like a breath, penetrating Duan Yao's earlobe.

Duan Yao's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his heart itching with desire.

In particular, the sensation of Song Beiyou's icy fingers lightly touching his neck made him unable to resist raising his hand and grabbing the wrist that had helped stop the bleeding.

"long."

Song Beiyou was taken aback, but not much. He just grunted and said, "If you don't want to bleed again, you'd better behave yourself."

She knew perfectly well what kind of shady things Duan Yao was up to.

Having been a doctor for so many years and having studied both traditional Chinese and Western medicine, I could tell what kind of tricks the man in front of me was up to just by looking at his slightly rapid breathing.

This is a normal behavior that any man would exhibit.

Duan Yao cooperated this time, saying, "Oh, okay."

After that, she didn't say anything more, letting Song Beiyou properly treat the bloody wound.

Then, the ward remained quiet until the last silver needle was inserted into Duan Yao's knee.

"Okay," Song Beiyou said.

Duan Yao guessed that he had been waiting too long, and after Song Beiyou came out, he insisted on the question that had almost caused an accident earlier, "So can you answer my question now?"

Song Beiyou looked at him, her expression first serious, then slowly the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

Duan Yao was filled with anticipation and an unprecedented sense of joy.

However, Song Beiyou suddenly poured cold water on the situation, saying, "I was just kidding."

Duan Yao, “…”

Who will comfort his wounded little heart?

After thinking for a moment, she sighed, and her voice was filled with resentment as soon as she opened her mouth, "You've already pressed on my lower abdomen, and you're not going to take responsibility for me?"

It might be inappropriate to say this out loud.

The lower abdomen is a very private area for a man!

Besides, you've lived in my house before, so you're practically family now. What, are you trying to renege on your debt?

Song Beiyou looked at him with a head full of question marks.

How did he suddenly turn into a resentful man after being shot and blown up like that?

Seeing Song Beiyou staring at him with a puzzled look, Duan Yao continued his rambling, "Miss Song, we must be true to our word. We can't just deny what we said because we've spoken too quickly."

You are still an adult, and you should be more responsible for your words.

Otherwise, it'll be my turn to cheat!

Song Beiyou felt a burning sensation on his neck after Duan Yao's words.

He wanted to say something to him, but he didn't know how to reply.

Last night I made those promises with such conviction, but now I feel like I'm chickening out.

He rubbed his hands together, stood in front of Duan Yao with his head slightly lowered, and said, "Well, or, um..."

She wanted to say, "Okay, let's go then."

It's just dating; if it doesn't work out, just break up.

Jia Buxiu is right. How can you know what kind of partner you're suited for if you haven't had ten or eight relationships in your life?

Unfortunately, fate had other plans, and at that moment the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Old Madam Duan rushed in, crying, "My son!"

It's a bit flamboyant and a bit pretentious.

It even startled Song Beiyou.

However, it was able to rescue her from "dire straits," giving her a temporary respite.

She shifted her position, increasing the distance between herself and Duan Yao.

Duan Yao was clearly displeased, thinking that it wasn't good for his subordinates to sometimes act too quickly.

I just gave Yan Ge instructions, and he's already spread them so quickly?

He frowned as he looked at his biological mother, "Why are you here?"

Madam Duan's eyes immediately reddened. "I was playing mahjong nearby when my friend told me that there were rumors circulating that you were about to die."

Goodness, I immediately called Yan Li.

Upon hearing that it was true, I couldn't wait to come over.

After speaking, he carefully observed Duan Yao and saw that he was indeed in a hospital bed, but not as weak as he had imagined. He instantly understood.

She knew her own son all too well; his body, as strong as an ox, recovered faster than anyone else's.

So, the scene shifted again and again, and ended up right in front of Song Beiyou.

Tears streamed down her face in a loud "whoosh, sob sob..."

My husband died young, my eldest son died young, and my eldest daughter is mentally challenged.

I only have this one youngest son who is still somewhat useful. If anything happens to him, I won't live anymore.

So Youyou, you must treat him well.

How about this, while I'm still alive, I see that you two are quite compatible in terms of personality and other aspects, so why don't you get together?

That way, if I ever kick the bucket, I can die in peace, how about that?

Duan Yao's furrowed brows relaxed at that moment, and he felt incredibly happy.

Okay, he misunderstood his mother. Good thing he came.

Song Beiyou's eyebrows and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

This old lady is not just flamboyant, she's also incredibly crazy.

What is all this about?

The old lady was right in front of her; how could she possibly answer?

With that persistent look and those pitiful little eyes, how could she possibly refuse?

"How is it?" The old man actually acted coquettishly towards Song Beiyou.

Song Beiyou couldn't hold back any longer; her reason seemed to vanish in that moment. She nodded and said, "Mm."

Since things have come to this, let's just go with the flow.

Anyway, I was going to agree to have a relationship with Duan Yao anyway.

This time, Duan Yao's eyebrows weren't furrowed at all; his heart was practically soaring to the heavens.

Old Madam Duan looked as if she were celebrating the Lunar New Year early, flashing a set of porcelain veneers. "Really?"

Song Beiyou nodded again, "Mm."

Madam Duan stepped forward and took her hand, saying, "Oh, I'm so happy."

She wasn't lying, she wasn't acting; she was genuinely happy from the bottom of her heart.

Having lived in Beijing's high society for so many years, she had seen all kinds of people. When she first met Song Beiyou, she thought he was a really good kid.

She's now her son's girlfriend, and she'll be his wife in the future. Just thinking about it makes her incredibly happy.

Immediately, he led the person to Duan Yao's bedside.

Seeing that Duan Yao didn't react for a long time, he smacked his lips and said, "You brat, don't you want your wife anymore?"

Duan Yao ignored his mother and focused his gaze on Song Beiyou.

A few seconds later, he snatched Song Beiyou's hand from his mother's and chased her away.