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

Song Beiyou was unaware that two blushes had appeared on her cheeks. "Mmm."

Treating wounds is something doctors are used to.

A simple open back is nothing; the more private areas have been treated.

But at this moment, for some reason, Song Beiyou began to feel something strange inside, as if something unusual was slowly sprouting in his heart.

Especially under Duan Yao's careful and gentle actions.

outside the room.

Several people held their breath and pressed their faces against the door, their gossip-loving hearts eager to capture firsthand information.

Even those who used excuses like Xie Jingbai having surgery to leave or Yan Dong having soup to cook to stay put, remained rooted in their original places.

Unfortunately, the house was soundproofed so well that I couldn't hear anything.

The group exchanged glances and then voluntarily left Duan Yao's house, all to create an excellent environment for their Third Master Duan to pursue women.

inside.

Song Beiyou's back wound has been treated.

Duan Yao was called out of the room by her.

However, something big happened.

Song Beiyou realized that his clothes were dirty and full of bacteria, so he couldn't wear them again.

Especially given that her back was subjected to the impact of the explosive blast, she should have changed into clean and tidy clothes.

With a soft "Uh," he looked at the closed door and raised his hand to rub his forehead.

This is embarrassing.

What?

There's no wardrobe or anything like that in his bedroom.

"Hey~"

He sighed, walked to the door, and opened it a crack.

Through the crack in the door, Song Beiyou called out, "Third Master Duan."

No response the first time, but the second time, "Duan Yao, Duan Yao..."

Yes, there's a response.

Duan Yao walked over from the direction of the main gate, carrying a large cotton and linen bag in his hand.

Seeing Song Beiyou peek her little head through the crack in the door, tilting her head to look at her, she said, "Go ahead."

Song Beiyou wasn't the kind of woman who would mince words, and she said directly, "Could you arrange a clean set of clothes for me?"

Or should I ask Yan Dong to go home and get it for me?

Duan Yao chuckled softly and picked up the bag in his hand. "Here you go. Yan Dong had it washed and dried urgently."

Song Beiyou was taken aback. "That's amazing."

Duan Yao stood still, afraid that the young girl would be too shy to take a step forward. "Well, there must be someone outside near your house investigating whether you are alive or dead."

It would be best to have the clothes delivered to me.

Also, I know you definitely have your own plans, so I suggest you stay with me for the next few days.

Song Beiyou thought so too.

Although it's not ideal, given the differences between men and women, and Duan Yao's own selfish motives, this seems to be the only option at the moment.

If you go out, you might be watched by people lurking in the shadows.

Anyway, she'll give herself a maximum of three days. After three days, whoever caused tonight's car accident, whether human or ghost, must die!

Thinking of this, a fair and alluring arm peeked out from the crack in the door. "Thank you, Third Master Duan. Give me the clothes."

Also, I'm sorry to have bothered you these past few days.

Duan Yao nodded, then stepped forward and handed the cotton and linen bag to Song Beiyou.

Both of them had long, slender fingers, and their fingertips accidentally brushed against each other as they handed the bag over.

One was warm, the other was cold.

The tactile sensation is extremely pronounced.

Song Beiyou pretended to be calm, quickly grabbed the bag and scurried into the room, closing the door and leaving Duan Yao outside.

Duan Yao looked at the door in front of him, rubbing his fingertips that he had touched, and the smile on his lips was hard to suppress.

The clothes he prepared for Song Beiyou were very simple: loose-fitting off-white loungewear.

In addition, there were two sets of everyday clothes in the bag, also in a simple style.

Very sweet.

Song Beiyou looked around, put on her clothes, and then left the room that belonged to Duan Yao.

As soon as you step outside, you're greeted by the fragrant aroma of seafood congee.

Song Beiyou continued forward, looking at the decoration of Duan Yao's house.

Compared to her house, Duan Yao's room was twice as big.

There don't seem to be many rooms; besides the master bedroom, walk-in closet, and a study, there are only a few rooms.

The interior design is quite tasteful, featuring a low-key Italian minimalist luxury style.

Soon, they arrived at the living room.

Opposite the living room is the dining room, where Duan Yao is standing by the dining table, scooping seafood porridge from a clay pot into ceramic bowls.

Seeing Song Beiyou come out, he said, "We can't have barbecue tonight, let's have some porridge instead."

come over."

The tone was not harsh, even as gentle and clear as water in a pool.

But there was an undeniable force in it that compelled Song Beiyou to obey, and he obediently walked to the dining chair and sat down.

Duan Yao placed the porridge in front of her, saying, "Be careful, it's hot."

Looking at the steaming porridge, Song Beiyou looked up and said, "How come you have everything here?"

You can have clothes if you want them, and you can have porridge if you want it.

She had only been at his house for less than an hour, so how did this steaming hot porridge come out all at once?

Suddenly, I felt that Duan Yao was like Doraemon, able to conjure up anything.

Duan Yao's lips never curved downwards as he sat down opposite her, saying, "There are always more solutions than problems."

"Where there's a will, there's a way."

Song Beiyou withdrew her gaze from Duan Yao, her heart trembling slightly.

She wasn't stupid; how could she not know that Duan Yao was taking this opportunity to express his feelings?

I thought to myself, "Oh no, this is his house. I'm afraid he'll cheat and swindle me in the next few days."

The idea was immediately rejected by her.

will not!

For the next few minutes, she kept her head down and ate her porridge.

To be honest, this porridge is quite delicious and very flavorful.

After finishing their meal, Song Beiyou and Duan Yao discussed their plans for the next few days.

Duan Yao said he understood, but he disagreed with Song Beiyou's request for accommodation, saying, "You stay in the master bedroom, and I'll stay in the study."

Song Beiyou shook his head. How could someone ask to stay at someone else's house and then ask to borrow the master bedroom?

"No, I need the study. Otherwise, I can find a way to sneak home."

Duan Yao agreed, nodding in certainty.

After discussing it, Song Beiyou took his phone from Duan Yao and anonymously dialed Jia Buxiu's number in front of him.

Jia Buxiu is destined to have a sleepless night.

He was indeed saddened for Song Beiyou during the first hour after the car accident, but the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt that she would never just leave like that.

So he used his network of contacts to cast a wide net.

However, five whole hours passed, and there was still not a single clue.

Just when he was about to lose his temper and couldn't take it anymore, he received this anonymous call.

He jolted awake, grabbed the phone, and ducked into his car. His hands trembled as he answered the call, "Hello."

"It's me," came Song Beiyou's voice from the other end of the phone.

Jia Buxiu burst into tears on the other end of the phone.

Even though the speakers weren't turned on, the sound echoed throughout Duan Yao's entire dining room.

Duan Yao frowned slightly, his fingers curling up.

He had no idea that Song Beiyou would suddenly call Jia Buxiu, even though he was sitting right across from her.

Song Beiyou didn't care about all that. He deliberately held the phone further away to avoid rupturing his eardrums and instructed, "I can't show my face for the time being. Please help me appease the seniors over at Qingshui River."

Jia Buxiu switched between modes with ease, his crying abruptly stopping. "Okay, are you going to cause trouble?"

Do you know who was responsible for tonight's car accident?

Song Beiyou: "We haven't investigated yet, but we have a general idea."

"Something's about to happen; some things need to be settled."