Doctor Song's Hidden New Wife

A farce was staged in Jiaxing.

Because the main person in the farce was He Zihan, Director Jin of the Jiaxing Design Department was very distressed.

He called He Zihan and Sissy into the office.

Seeing that Sissy and He Zihan had their hair disheveled and their makeup messed up because of everyone, he took a deep breath and let it out again, trying to calm himself down: "Look at what you two are doing?!"

He nearly poked his fingers in the faces of the two supports.

When the sissy was scolded by the director, she immediately cried even more pitifully: "Director, it's really not my fault...it's her..."

He raised his orchid finger, pointed at He Zihan with a tear-soaked tissue, and complained, "She ran over suddenly, quarreled with me for no reason, and even spilled coffee all over me! Look, Director !"

He pulled up his white shirt and showed it to the director: "This is a new Chanel product I just bought, look at the coffee she poured on me! You want him to pay me!!"

Director Jin frowned, his head was about to explode from the sissy's shrill cries and accusations.

He Zihan thought it was disgusting to point at himself with a sissy finger.

He raised his hand and opened it.

The sissy opened her hands, and yelled resolutely: "Director, look at her, she is still so arrogant now! Look at her, she dares to do this in front of you! She is clearly relying on Feng..."

"you shut up!"

When Director Jin heard that the sissy was going to talk about Lin Fengya, he immediately stopped him.

The sissy closed her mouth a little aggrieved, looked at her dirty high-end shirt, and started crying again.

While crying, I also used a tissue to wipe the place where the coffee was spilled.

The director ignored the sissy gesture, but turned his head and looked at He Zihan with displeasure: "Xiao He, what do you want to explain?"

"It was Fei Du who told me first."

He Zihan glanced at the sissy next to him, and said: "He first scolded me for spreading rumors about me, saying I was a plagiarist, so I was angry and poured coffee on him!"

"Am I spreading rumors about you? What I said is the truth!"

Fei Du refused to close his mouth.

The director actually didn't stop him from arguing.

He Zihan's eyes stood up again with anger: "Fei Du, are you still talking nonsense?"

"Director, look at her so fierce!"

"It's not that I was fierce, it was he who spoke first and slandered me, it was..."

"Okay, stop arguing."

Director Jin interrupted He Zihan's words.

She glanced at the sissy shirt sideways and said, "This is the director's office, not the police station. I don't care why you guys are arguing. If you stain his shirt, he will pay him."

After hearing what the director said, Fei Du glanced at He Zihan with some complacency.

He knew that the director would definitely be towards her.

This plagiarist used to have Lin Fengya backing her, and people in the company also thought that she might become Song Shuang's next wife, so they walked closer to her.

Now everyone in Beicheng knew that Lin Fengya had no intention of promoting her.

Who would be afraid of her!
"It's obviously his fault, why should I pay for it?"

He Zihan wasn't short of the money to pay Fei Du's clothes, but she was just annoyed, obviously he was the first to say that he was right, why did the director prefer her to pay?

Seeing her unconvinced look, Director Jin said, "This is how I deal with it. If you are not satisfied, then you can go to the police station to solve it. If it doesn't work, you can also resign and leave."

"Resign?!"

He Zihan didn't expect that the director would directly say the words to let her resign.

She was so angry that the top of her head was smoking.

I can't wait to throw my hands away immediately.

However, thinking that the director might be ordered by Lin Fengya to drive her away, she held back her breath again.

Lin Fengya now blames her for the racecourse incident, so she wants to do everything possible to kick her out of the Song family?

Think beautiful!
Was she, He Zihan, the one who came and went as soon as the Song family called her?

When you want to use her against Gu Baisheng, treat her well.

No need, just kick her out?
What a good plan!
However, she, He Zihan, was not so easy to deal with.

"Isn't it just losing money? I have nothing else but a lot of money!"

He Zihan drew out a card on the spot, and slammed it hard on Fei Du's face.

Fei Du was slapped in the face by that shopping gold card.

The fake nose that was just made was almost crooked.

After hastily catching the card, he was also a little angry, and wanted to sue Director Jin so that Director Jin could continue to deal with He Zihan.

However, after looking down at the card, he closed his mouth again.

Gold card!
The gold card of Belle Mall!

Fog grass!

This card can buy ten shirts on your body, right?
He got cheap, so naturally he shut his mouth!
But after He Zihan left the director's office, he was so angry that he was about to explode!
When she came back from studying abroad, she came to work in the Song Group with the aim of becoming the young wife of the Song family!
It's good now, all her wishes have been in vain.

In Song's group, people still point and look down on them.

No!

I can't bear this tone!

She sits at her desk.

Gritting his teeth for a while, he dialed the phone and went out.

The person who answered the phone over there answered the phone and asked, "What happened?"

"how do you know?"

"An abandoned child is as unpleasant as a thorn in the side, and now she wants to pull you out in her dreams!"

"I want to meet you."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at your house tonight."

…………

Song Shuang arrived in Yuncheng before noon.

Yuncheng has a mother river running through the city.

When I went there in the morning, I could see the wonderful scene of clouds rising on the river.

However, it was almost noon now, and the fog had cleared.

The Tibetan driver who came to pick him up was a kind and talkative middle-aged man.

So he drove him from the riverside road to the Tibetan family's old house.

While talking to him: "Mr. Song came here alone?"

"Yes."

"We, Miss Song, heard that Mr. Song was coming, and thought you would bring your wife along, so we are looking forward to it."

"My wife is pregnant, so it's not convenient to come to Yuncheng."

"Well, congratulations to Mr. Song in advance."

The driver sent him to the collector.

The collector is a very peculiar house.

Because the previous Tibetan headed family was fond of traditional culture, the courtyards were all antique Chinese-style buildings, and the courtyards were built and repaired to look like Suzhou gardens.

The current head of the family is a head of the family who has returned from studying in Japan.

I like both Chinese traditional architecture and Japanese traditional architecture.

Therefore, on the basis of the previous house, it was extended to the back land, and behind the own house site, the current courtyard building was built.

Song Shuang was led through the front building to the back yard.

From afar, I heard the sound of babbling and playing opera.

Song Shuang heard the footsteps.

The driver leading the way smiled: "Let's Miss Song be singing an opera."

"I heard that Miss Song's aunt also likes to sing."

The driver smiled: "It has been passed down in the same vein, our eldest lady's opera was taught by the previous head of the family."

Song Shuang nodded.

The driver continued to take Song Shuang forward.

The two passed through the circular moon gate connecting the old courtyard with the new courtyard.

The garden in front of me was completely new.

The previous Suzhou garden-style rockery with beautiful waters, winding corridors, animal ridges and cornices have all become simple Japanese-style wooden buildings.

The yard in Baishadi, the round bluestone slabs, and the stone lighthouse stand beside the courtyard pond.

On the wooden floor in the corridor, there is a water-sleeved fan.

Beside her was a petite and petite girl, wearing heavy make-up, fiddling with her sleeves and singing.

She turned her phoenix eyes, and when she saw Song Shuang, her red lips and phoenix eyes showed a smile.

Song Shuang listened carefully and realized that she was singing the famous Liang Zhu's "Butterfly Transformation".

"Miss..."

The driver called to her.

She smiled and stopped what she was doing, and walked towards Song Shuang with small steps.

The lively expression of the beautiful eyebrows and eyes, under the professional opera makeup, makes people feel that they can't take their eyes off.

"Brother Song Shuang?"

Her voice was delicate, with a slight melody.

"Yes." Song Shuang replied.

"Let me take off my makeup."

She sang.

Then he opened the paper sliding door with small steps and left.

Song Shuang sat on the wooden floor in the corridor.

The driver, Uncle He, poured two cups of tea and brought them over.

Then backed off.

There are two cats on the porch, they are two lovely puppet cats.

Very beautiful, with big blue eyes, it can be seen that it is worth a lot of money at a glance.

Song Shuang reached out to the two cats, and the two cats walked over tentatively with cute cat steps.

It's just that the two cats were not completely unsuspecting.

While looking at Song Shuang's outstretched hand, he raised his little paw, tested it, and then put the paw on Song Shuang's hand.

Song Shuang chuckled lightly, reached out and hugged one of them.

The cat was brought over and rubbed on his lap.

Cute and well-behaved.

"Mr. Song also likes cats?"

A girl's voice sounded like a silver bell.

Without the Jiao Didi when she was wearing the costume just now, she is much more casual.

Song Shuang raised her head and looked over.

Song Chuning was still wearing a costume, but all the makeup and headgear had been removed.

She has short hair, looks sassy but also quirky and cute.

"When I sent you to Yuncheng, I never dreamed that you would become the adoptive daughter of a Tibetan family."

"My aunt is not married and has no children. It is pure fate that she adopted me."

Barefoot, she came over and sat beside Song Shuang, her two little feet hanging down.

Swinging in front of the corridor, he joked with him: "I am destined to be with my aunt, and I am also destined to be with you."

"Why not call it luck?"

Song Shuang asked.

She smiled: "Luck can't be eaten for a lifetime, but fate can."

Song Shuang lifted the kitten in her arms and put it aside, and looked at her: "If I hadn't come to see you in person, I wouldn't have believed it, it was you who cooperated with Xiao Rong."

Song Chuning laughed: "Surprised?"

"No, very pleasantly surprised." Song Shuang said calmly, "If it wasn't for you, this matter might have become more complicated."

"Yes, if it were me, I would agree to whatever request you ask me to do."

Song Chuning looked at him with gentle and nimble eyes: "After all, you are my reinvented benefactor, and I, too, follow your surname Song."