A glance at love: Mr. Fu is menacing

There was a flash of struggle in Song Xuan's eyes.

Finally, unable to hold back his desire, he stretched out his hand.

Shen Xian accepted with a smile.

Before entering the hall door of the villa, they were all talking to Song Xuan.

Her soft-spoken and patient appearance calmed down Song Yuchen's dissatisfaction with being ignored, and his gaze fell on her uncontrollably.

Song Yuchen couldn't help but sigh in his heart, time has passed, and she turned out to be so beautiful that he couldn't think of, making him want to take it for himself!

Shen Xian was not unaware.

That gaze was too burning to ignore.

There is no joy, only resistance from the bottom of my heart.

"Does Mr. Song have any comments?" Shen Xian's question caught Song Yuchen off guard, and made Song Yuchen open his mouth, unable to speak a word.

Shen Xian didn't seem to feel it, and her tone was light, "Mr. Song should actually listen to Xuan Xuan more, this is a way for children to express."

If there is no way to implement normal communication at all, then the child will adopt another method, for example, expressing his inner dissatisfaction and thoughts in an extreme behavior.

Song Yuchen looked taught, "The main reason is that he is usually busy with managing the company, so he really doesn't have time to pay attention to these things."

"But don't worry, I will definitely pay attention in the future."

Shen Xian faintly felt that his words were a bit strange, but she didn't go into details, she nodded and replied straightforwardly, "Even if the company is busy, there must be some responsibility."

"..."

Song Yuchen was successfully choked and didn't know how to answer Shen Xian for a while.

Hall door arrives.

Before Shen Xian could take a step, she heard a female voice, "This is Dr. Shen, welcome."

"Put on a shoe cover, I just cleaned this room."

Shen Xian didn't move, and looked at the middle-aged woman who was coming from one side. She was dressed elegantly, but a little rough.

In this luxuriously decorated environment, it has become an independent body that cannot be integrated into it at all.

What Shen Xian was surprised was not this, but... She recognized this woman.

In high school, Luo Zi took her to take the bus together in order to experience life.

The bus is very crowded, and all kinds of smells are mixed together, and the taste is very sour.

It was the first time for Luo Zi to take the bus, and the freshness passed immediately. She wanted to get off the bus, but she couldn't get off, and she got motion sickness!

Fortunately, there was a young man who gave Luo Zi a seat so that he wouldn't have to stand all the time.

However, not long after Luo Zi sat down, a woman squeezed directly in front of them with that indomitable momentum.

Shen Xian still clearly remembered that she fell directly behind her under such momentum that day, and everyone behind her was implicated.

The woman who was the culprit didn't realize how much her actions had affected others, and pointed at Luo Zi arrogantly, "You are a little girl, at a young age, you lose weight standing up."

Luo Zi was so dizzy that she didn't even want to say a word, she was afraid that she would vomit overwhelmingly if she opened her mouth, and she didn't have the strength to stand in the rickety carriage.

Then, the woman made an amazing move!

She reached out and grabbed Luo Zi directly, sat on the bus seat with her buttocks, and yelled confidently, "Young people nowadays really don't know how to respect the old and love the young at all!"

After being treated so roughly, Luo Zi finally vomited.

Moreover, he still vomited on the woman.

At that time, the woman's expression was as ugly as if she had eaten Xiang, and she even raised her hand to slap Luo Zi, cursing vulgarly, "You little bastard who was born without a mother! How dare you spit on my old lady! Do you know how much I paid for this dress, 25 yuan!"

"Put on the shoe covers." The commanding tone was not very polite, pulling Shen Xian back from his memory, looking at the shoe covers that were about to poke in front of him.

Shen Xian suddenly remembered the act of trying to make Luo Zi swallow the vomit back into her stomach after the woman was vomited behind her on the bus.

His face changed slightly.

"Mom!" Song Yuchen noticed Shen Xian's uneasy expression, and a look of gloom flashed across his eyes, "Aren't there clean and unused slippers?"

"Shoe covers..." Mother Song wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words under Song Yuchen's gaze.

Shen Xian doesn't deliberately guess what other people think, but inexplicably, she remembers what Song's mother hadn't finished saying, "Shoe covers are cheap."

She took a deep breath, stopped Mother Song who wanted to get the slippers, and took the shoe cover, "No need, just use the shoe cover."

She doesn't come often, so why waste a new pair of slippers and end up complaining.

Mother Song showed a smile, "Sure enough, being a doctor is different."

Shen Xian smiled and said nothing.

After changing the shoe covers, Shen Xian first asked, "Can you take me to Xuanxuan's room to have a look?"

From some small details of daily life, we can actually see a lot of problems.

Before Song Yuchen finished speaking, Song's mother was a little dissatisfied and said, "How can it be done, there are many valuable things in the room."

"..."

"mom!"

Shen Xian was speechless.

Song Yuchen's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he gritted his teeth and shouted.

After seeing Song's mother lowering her head, she calmed down and looked at Shen Xian, "Don't mind, my mother actually has no other intentions..."

Shen Xian didn't think much about it, because she felt that there was no need to affect her emotions for the sake of a stranger.

She briefly analyzed Song's mother's words and asked, "According to your mother, does Xuanxuan live in the same room as your mother?"

Song Yuchen hesitated before replying, "Yes."

Shen Xian frowned, and vaguely reminded, "Xuanxuan is already eight or nine years old, so he should have a private space..."

Generally speaking, when children are four or five years old, they should completely sleep in separate beds with their parents and elders, so as to cultivate independent ability and independent personality.

"He's my grandson, so there's nothing wrong with living together." Song's mother was unhappy listening to it, as if she had been greatly insulted, "What else can I do to my grandson, you people The thought is too dirty."

Shen Xian with dirty thoughts, "..."

What's wrong with communicating a little bit.

Song Yuchen's face was completely dark, "Mom..."

"Oh, I suddenly remembered, there is still soup in the pot!" Mother Song's heart trembled when she heard her son calling her, and she ran away.

Song Yuchen was a little flustered in the wind, what are these things.

He turned his head to look at Shen Xian, a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Shen Xian, my mother actually has no evil intentions."

"If it's convenient, just take me to the room." Shen Xian didn't go on politely with Song Yuchen, and went back to the topic directly.

Whether she has bad intentions or not, she can still tell the difference.

Moreover, this kind of words is no different from the words "she is still a child" that is often heard on the Internet.

Song Yuchen paused.

"Is it inconvenient?" Shen Xian frowned, "When Mr. Song calls, he should be mentally prepared."

A room is a private and intimate place for many people, even she doesn't like others entering her room and prying into her privacy.

It's just that, as a psychologist, she is now entering this room to analyze the patient's inner world.

Not a search for privacy.

Mother Song's repeated words of distrust and Song Yuchen's vacillating attitude made her patience begin to collapse.

She is not impatient.

However, Song Yuchen repeatedly challenged her bottom line and patience.

Song Yuchen also felt Shen Xian's displeasure, frowned slightly, and finally agreed, "Then please come with me."

Shen Xian didn't follow, but said, "If Mr. Song feels forced, then there's no need." She wouldn't force others in this regard.

Song Yuchen smiled reluctantly, "Actually, it's not forced, I'm just a little embarrassed. After all, I really didn't handle the family well."

"..." What's the use of telling her these things, it's better to spend more time and think about what you should do.

Shen Xian followed Song Yuchen to Song Xuan's room.

As she thought before, Song Xuan lived in the same room as Song's mother.

The room faces the sun, but because of the curtains, it looks a bit gloomy. There is still a slight musty smell in the air, and there is no feeling of air flow at all.

Sure enough, the floor-to-ceiling windows were all closed tightly, making the decoration extraordinarily redundant.

The things in the room are quite satisfactory, not particularly clean, but not dirty, but giving people a messy feeling.

"Isn't Xuanxuan going to school? There's no desk?" Shen Xian looked at the messy room and asked suspiciously.

study?

She thought that with Song Yuchen's busy schedule, she couldn't remember that such a configuration was needed.

Sure enough, Song Yuchen laughed again.

She had seen that awkward smile many times, and she already understood what he meant.

Shen Xian didn't talk nonsense either.

When his eyes fell on the bed, he frowned slightly, "This is..."

"My mother lives with Song Xuan." Song Yuchen didn't know why, so he replied.

Shen Xian felt that it was useless to ask Song Yuchen, so she simply turned to Song Xuan, "Xuanxuan, can you introduce this room to me?"

She could no longer define whose room this was.

Song Xuan nodded.

He began to introduce Shen Xian.

Then, Shen Xian frequently heard the words "this is from my grandma" from Song Xuan's mouth, and finally got a little tired of listening.

She recorded every bit of it in her mind.

"Okay, thank you Xuanxuan." Coming down from a room, Shen Xian had roughly understood the basic situation. After thanking Song Xuan, she asked, "Where does Xuanxuan usually go when he is at home?"

Shen Xian followed Song Xuan.

In fact, it proved to be the best option.

Without any obstruction, you can clearly understand Song Xuan's daily life.

His life is really monotonous!
Not at all the colorfulness that children have nowadays.

Shen Xian even wanted to doubt the truth of Song Yuchen's words "I want Song Xuan to receive a better education".

"Okay, thank you very much our little guide Xuanxuan!" Shen Xian thanked very seriously.

Song Xuan was a little shy and shy, but he still stood on tiptoe and touched Shen Xian's ear, "You're welcome, Aunt Shen is very nice, I like Aunt Shen very much!"