She is secretly married to Dr. Lu

It was almost twelve o'clock when the fish soup was ready, Shen Jiamian put the fish soup into the incubator, and when he came out of the kitchen, the villa was already quiet, Zhang Ma and the other two maids were asleep.

Song Yiheng usually lives in a private apartment just one street away from the Song family.

Shen Jiamian called a car with Didi, and it showed that the journey would take 15 minutes.

When she walked to the gate of the community with a thermos cup in hand, the car she had booked just arrived.After Shen Jiamian got into the car, she couldn't stand it any longer, she yawned and fell asleep in seconds.

As soon as she fell asleep, she fell asleep directly. When she got to the place, the driver called her several times before waking her up.

Shen Jiamian was sleepy, and after getting off the car, a gust of cold wind blew in her face, she couldn't help shivering.

She shook her head, feeling dizzy and feeling sick to her stomach.

Touching her face, she thought that she was too tired today, and she thought it would be good to go home after delivering the fish soup, take a shower and sleep.

But the security of the high-end apartment is very strict, and she was stopped outside the door by the security. "Non-community owners cannot enter without authorization."

"Uncle, I'm bringing supper to my family!"

The security guard glanced at the old woolen coat she was wearing, and his tone was somewhat disdainful. "I've never seen you, do you know who the people who live here are?"

Shen Jiamian heard that there was something in Anbao's words, she rubbed her itchy nose, and patiently explained to him: "I am a maid of the Song family, and I will deliver supper to my young master."

When Anbao heard that she was the Song family's maid, he believed it. "It would have been nice if you said no earlier! But I haven't seen you, wait a minute, I'll ask the owner for instructions."

"it is good."

Shen Jiamian stood outside the security booth, watching the security on the phone.

Not long after, the security guard waved her in.

Shen Jiamian carried the thermos pot and strode into the community.

At this time, on the 32nd floor, in the apartment where Song Yiheng lived, Liu Yugang hung up the doorbell to communicate, turned around and went upstairs, and knocked on the door of the study.

"Enter."

Liu Yu pushed the door and entered, walked to the desk, bowed and said, "Master, just now the security downstairs said that the maid of the Song family brought you supper, I think it should be Miss Shen."

The man sitting in front of the desk has a straight back, the cuffs of the arms resting on the desk are slightly rolled up, and the half of the forearm exposed is white and strong.

There was a desktop computer in front of him, and the light from the screen shone on his flowing chin. When he heard the word 'Miss Shen', his deep eyes narrowed subconsciously.

After a while, his slender fingers covering the mouse moved away slightly, and the fingertips tapped the desktop. "Go get my wheelchair and mask."

Liu Yu nodded, "Yes"

……

Shen Jiamian arrived at the door of the apartment smoothly, rang the doorbell, and Liu Yu quickly opened the door.

"Miss Shen, please."

"I won't go in." Shen Jiamian handed the incubator to Liu Yu: "You let the young master drink this fish soup while it's hot. I have to go to work in the hospital tomorrow, so I'll go back and rest first."

Liu Yu didn't pick it up, and said with an official smile as usual: "The eldest young master asked you to send it up in person, and he is waiting for you in the study."

"..."

Everyone in the Song family is quite capable of tossing people around!
Shen Jiamian felt like scolding the dog in her heart, carrying the incubator into the apartment sullenly.

Liu Yu took her outside the study door and went downstairs.

Shen Jiamian took a deep breath, summoned up her courage and knocked on the door lightly.

"Come in."

Shen Jiamian heard the sound, opened the door and walked in.

There was only a small orange light on in the study, and the light was dim. Shen Jiamian saw the figure in the wheelchair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows at first sight.

The man turned his back to her, and the wheelchair turned around as she walked in.

After a few steps away, the man looked over, too deep, too fast!

Shen Jiamian subconsciously paused and held her breath, but for some reason, those ambiguous images from last night were crazily squeezed into her mind at this moment.

Her face couldn't help but get a little hot, she quickly lowered her head to avoid looking at him, and said awkwardly: "Well, I'll put the fish soup on the table, you should rest early after drinking it! I'll go back first!"

Impatiently putting down the fish soup, she turned around and was about to leave.

"I let you go?"

"..." Shen Jiamian could only brake suddenly.

She turned her back to him with an expression on the verge of collapse, then took a deep breath and adjusted before turning around with a smile on her face. "Is there any other orders, young master?"

Song Yiheng frowned, "Who am I to you?"

Shen Jiamian was stunned for a moment, and under the oppressive gaze of the man, she replied dryly: "Zhang, husband."

"Then what should you call me?"

"..." Can she choose to die?
"Answer me." Song Yiheng's tone was a bit tough.

Shen Jiamian lowered her head, muttering with burning ears: "Husband."

"So wronged. Do you despise me for being disabled?"

"No!" Shen Jiamian hurriedly waved her hands and explained anxiously: "I don't look down on you, it's because I'm not good enough for you. I know I'm a tool bought by your Song family to celebrate your happiness. I know I'm not worthy of this young mistress, but you Don't worry, I took your money, and I will definitely do my job well!"

"What's your job?" Song Yiheng suddenly remote controlled the wheelchair and came to her, reached out to grab her wrist, and pulled her over forcefully.

Shen Jiamian was suddenly pulled by him, and fell directly on his lap. This posture was too ambiguous, Shen Jiamian's face blushed immediately, her eyes were reddish, and she pushed in embarrassment: "Let go..."

"Don't move." The man snorted coldly, and pinched her round chin with his other hand, controlling the strength so as not to hurt her.

Shen Jiamian was so intimidated by his aura that she didn't even dare to struggle, she could only open a pair of big reddish eyes and look at him aggrieved.

Her eyes were innocent, and when she stared at others, she was simply sinful.

Song Yiheng's face under the mask couldn't help but tense up, and somewhere in his body, there was a little restlessness.

The Adam's apple slipped slightly, he frowned, adjusted his breath and said, "Who told you that you are a tool?"