Doctor Song's Hidden New Wife

Song Yi was silent for a moment in the room.

After a few minutes of deliberation, he finally picked up the car keys on the table and walked out of the room.

The door lock clicked shut.

Over there, in the hotel.

Song Chaolu raised her eyes from the bathtub.

The glass door of the bathroom was pushed open, and the young man had an intoxicating tenderness in his brows and eyes.

"lady."

Deliberately flattering voice, and too soft tone.

It made Song Chaolu feel aloof and being held in high esteem.

She had been widowed for a long time, and even a strong woman would feel lonely sometimes.

And the man in front of her was her new boyfriend after arriving in Beicheng.

Or... Xinhuan, Lezi.

The man's surname is Ma.

His name is Ma Dejian.

He looks very young, but in fact, he is already 25 years old.

Song Chaolu liked him very much.

Seeing him coming in with a red wine glass, he smiled slightly and held out his hand to her.

Ma Dejian walked over, put the red wine glass on the floor beside the bathtub, took the rose essential oil beside the bathtub, gently poured some on Song Chaolu's arm, and gave her a massage.

Song Chaolu closed her eyes comfortably.

However, the displeasure between her brows was still engraved on her face.

Ma Dejian had heard Song Chaolu's excitement when she was talking to her son on the phone just now, so she fell silent for a while, and then spoke softly to Song Chaolu: "Ma'am, is this comfortable?"

"Hmm~."

Song Chaolu closed her eyes and responded comfortably.

Ma Dejian smiled, not daring to relax his hands.

But it started to go deeper little by little, and continued to find topics to talk to Song Chaolu.

"Madam seems very tired."

"Yes," she was indeed tired, but still tired.

"I'll help Madam massage more, Madam may feel better."

Ma Dejian's massage technique is not bad.

Gently press Song Chaolu's arm, along the way up, shoulder, collarbone.

Almost to the chest.

His hands paused subconsciously.

Song Chaolu also noticed the moment he stopped.

Open your eyes and look up at him: "What's wrong?"

Being looked at by Song Chaolu like this.

Ma Dejian was also a little apprehensive.

"lady……"

"Aren't you going to help me massage more?" Song Chaolu reached out, took his hand, and slid it under her collarbone.

Almost, his hand was going to be in that place.

At this time, the doorbell suddenly rang outside.

Ma Dejian's hands froze.

The scorching atmosphere in the bathroom suddenly cooled down.

Song Chaolu obviously felt very impatient to be interrupted at this time.

Let go of Ma Dejian's hand and tell him, "Go out and see what's going on."

Ma Dejian withdrew his hand, and according to what Song Chaolu said, got up and went outside to open the door.

And Song Chaolu suppressed the heat in her heart, closed her eyes again, and enjoyed the feeling of warm water enveloping her body in the jacuzzi.

She closed her eyes.

Quietly listen to the movement outside.

Soon, a familiar voice was heard.

Her eyes also opened suddenly.

"Step aside!"

Outside the bathroom, Ma Dejian desperately tried to stop Song Yi.

Song Yi was already very impatient to see such a handsome boy appearing in his mother's hotel suite.

Now he was blocking his way again, and he had the urge to hit someone even more.

"Mr. Song, Madam is really busy."

"Go away!"

Song Yi pushed him away.

Seeing that he looks like a little boy, when he pushed it out, he didn't think he was a strong man.

Ma Dejian was pushed to the ground.

He raised his hand to knock on the bathroom door.

Just as her finger was about to land on the door, Song Chaolu in the room stretched out her hand and opened the door.

She has put on her bathrobe.

Seeing his son raising his hand to knock on the door, he frowned.

Looking away from the corner of the eye, seeing Ma Dejian being pushed to the ground by Song Yizao, his brows tightened even more.

"Come here, come, why make such a big commotion?"

Obviously, Song Chaolu was slightly dissatisfied with the fact that her son beat Ma Dejian.

However, it was not very obvious.

"Who is he?"

Song Yi pointed to Ma Dejian's nose and asked his mother.

Song Chaolu didn't think there was anything wrong. Wrapped in a bathrobe, she glanced at Ma Dejian who had gotten up from the ground, and said lightly to her son, "Who do you think he is?"

Song Yi is no longer a child.

Of course I could see that this was my mother's new love.

My heart suddenly became more angry.

Even if my father is dead, but my mother has a new love so soon, isn't it a bit too fickle?
"Xiao Ma, you go out first."

"Yes, ma'am."

Ma Dejian responded in a low voice, looked at Song Yi with some taboo, and then turned around and went out as Song Chaolu said.

As soon as Ma Dejian left, Song Yi said dissatisfiedly to his mother: "My mother used to live in a hotel, if this style of behavior spreads, it would be a bit bad."

"What's wrong, your father is dead."

Song Chaolu didn't think there was any problem, nor did she feel taboo at all.

However, Song Yi listened to his mother's words and felt that her mother was ruthless.

"Dad has only been dead for a few years. Is that how you are?"

"Death is death. Is it possible that I will be sad for him for the rest of my life?"

Song Chaolu found it funny;
Song Yi completely disagrees with his mother's statement.

"You are husband and wife anyway."

"We are still mother and son, don't you also disobey mother's words?"

Song Chaolu walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.

Song Yi choked suddenly at his mother's words.

Seeing that her son was choked and stopped talking, Song Chaolu shook the cigarette ash into the ashtray, looked at him and said, "I am your mother, no matter what I do, it is for your own good, but now you Do you think the decisions I made were all intentional to harm you?"

"of course not."

Song Yi denies it.

"Then why didn't you listen to me and reject the cooperation with the Lu family?"

Song Chaolu was brooding over this matter.

Song Yi put his fingers by his side, clenched them tightly and then stretched them out. He struggled for a moment before finally asking, "Am I just a cash cow to my mother?"

Song Chaolu frowned, and immediately scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"If my mother didn't just regard me as a cash cow, why did she control my career and hide so many things from me?"

Song Chaolu obviously did not expect her son to say this.

He frowned and said, "Why do you control your career and hide your affairs? When did I hide your affairs? Besides, I control your career for the smoother development of your career. I did this for the sake of Harm you?"

"If it wasn't for harming me, then my mother told me why I broke up with Xiao Rong after cooperating with Xiao Rong, and why can't I have a cooperative relationship with Song Shuang's friends?"

Song Yi's question really stumped Song Chaolu.

"You do not understand……"

Song Chaolu didn't want to tell him too much.

Song Yi insisted on asking the truth: "What do I not understand?"

"Xiao Rong and Song Shuang."

"Is there any relationship between Xiao Rong and Song Shuang?"

Song Chaolu frowned: "Since we are in the same boat as Xiao Rong, we have to draw a strict line with Song Shuang."

"Because of this, why don't you let me have contact with Song Shuang's friends?"

Song Chaolu did not deny it.

"Who the hell is Xiao Rong?"

Song Yi finally asked the questions that he had been struggling with all the way.

It seems that Xiao Rong's identity is not as simple as he understands.

If only it were that easy.

There was no need for his mother to let him and Song Shuang draw a clear line of boundaries.

However, how difficult is Xiao Rong's identity?

"Xiao Rong, he..."

Song Chaolu hesitated for a moment, seeing her son staring at her so closely.

In desperation, he said, "He and Song Shuang..."

Seeing that every word his mother said was so difficult, Song Yi couldn't help but become more suspicious.

"How about Song Shuang?"

Song Chaolu sighed, feeling that she couldn't explain clearly, she stood up and went to the study to get a document.

Turning around, he handed it to his son: "Look for yourself."

……

Xiao Rong got up early in the morning to catch the plane.

It was just dawn.

Just dragged the suitcase out the door.

Xiao You on the first floor was pouring water in the kitchen, when he heard movement outside, he came out with a water glass.

It was Xiao Rong who saw that he was dragging the suitcase and going out.

I couldn't help but twitched the corner of my lips: "So early?"

Xiao Rong glanced sideways, saw that it was Xiao You, and nodded.

Xiao You didn't mind that he didn't stop to greet her in sign language, but walked towards the door with a glass of water.

Moreover, she was very kind and helped Xiao Rong open the door when he was about to go out.

Xiao Rong raised his eyes and looked at Xiao You.

Xiao You's eyes slightly raised.

It is a very beautiful red phoenix eye.

Good-looking is good-looking, but because of her character, she looks a little fierce.

Xiao You folded his arms, waiting for him to go out.

As if to close the door quickly after he went out.

Xiao Rong didn't do what she wanted.

Hands, sign language: "After I went to Sioux City, Dad..."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of Dad for you." After finishing speaking, Xiao You smirked again, looked in the direction of the second floor, and said quietly, "Of course, I will also take good care of Mom for you."

Xiao Rong frowned.

After he left, Xiao You would probably embarrass Han Lu in this house.

However, it was not easy for Han Lu to get to where she is today.

Xiao You couldn't uproot Han Lu either.

'Then I'll go. '

Xiao Rong made a gesture, put the suitcase outside the door, and walked out.

Just went out.

The door behind him was immediately closed by Xiao You.

It was as if Xiao Rong was finally expelled from his own world.

Xiao You smiled and clapped his hands, with a smile on his lips, and walked up to the second floor.

Xiao Rong turned around, looking quietly at the closed gate of the Xiao family's old house.

After a moment of silence, he turned around and left with his luggage.

The pulleys of the suitcase sounded clearly on the cement road in the early morning.

Xiao Rong didn't feel at all that leaving Beicheng this time was an exile after being expelled.

On the contrary, he had been looking forward to this departure.

Because compared to Beicheng, the current Sioux City is more yearning for him.