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"Ah, yes, I don't have much work, hehe..." Song Yan laughed twice.

"It seems that your responsibility is only paid for one night?" Su Xing snorted.

"How is it possible? I'm going to the Sacred Heart Hospital, so I'm going to be responsible!" Song Yan said flatteringly. After speaking, I felt something was wrong, being responsible...why does it sound like that?
After coughing twice, she quickly changed the subject: "Is there anything Su wants to eat?"

"Yuan Ji's wontons must be filled with pure meat." He was not polite.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yan hurriedly adjusted her route and went to the nearest chain store to buy wontons. She was a little happy in her heart. She didn't expect Mr. Su to like Yuanji's wontons too!
After buying wontons, I transferred to the subway and waited until I got to the Sacred Heart Hospital. It was almost six o'clock.

Carrying the wontons, she trotted all the way into the ward without knocking on the door: "It's here, it's still hot, eat it while it's hot!"

Waiting to put the wontons on the table, she felt that the atmosphere was not right. When she looked up, she met two contemptuous eyes.

The person who looked at her was a woman in her 30s, well-dressed, wearing a famous brand, and the suit was a new season, which was very expensive.

Song Yan was a little dazed, he didn't know the relationship between this woman and Su Xing for a while, thinking, judging by her attire, she probably belonged to the Su family.

Su Ningyuan is also from the Su family, but she exudes the aura of "the little girl next door", and this woman seems to be so arrogant...

"Well, President Su, you can use wontons, I... I'll go out first." Song Yan didn't really want to stay here.

But Su Xing said, "Open it for me!"

The voice was cold, very different from last night.

Song Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his eyes to look at him, and saw him pursing his lips, seeming very unhappy.

Why, he was not happy when his family came to see him?
"Come here." Su Xing gave the command, looking as if he couldn't be provoked.

At this moment, I still have to go along with it, Song Yan went over obediently, and helped him open the takeaway box.

The whole room was quiet. Although there were only three people including her, she felt that the atmosphere in the room was a bit tense and scary.

"Hey me." Su Xing continued to give orders.

Song Yan was about to scoop up wontons with a spoon, when a snow-white hand reached out and snatched the spoon from her hand.

She turned her head and saw obvious disdain and disgust in the woman's eyes: "Are you going to feed President Su this kind of junk food?"

"...", Song Yan was speechless, this is clearly what Mr. Su wanted to eat, okay?

The woman pushed the takeaway box aside, put the thermos bucket she was carrying on the table, opened it, and smiled gently at Su Xing: "Come on, let's eat the health porridge that Mom cooked for you."

mom!
Song Yan's jaw almost dropped from shock, this woman...is actually Su Xing's mother? !
Su Xing must be 26 or 20 years old. Even if she gave birth at [-], she should be in her forties now. With her outfit and skin, she looks like she is only in her thirties...

Tsk tsk, it seems that being rich is good, and people in their forties can look as good as they are in their early thirties.

However, why was Su Xing so upset when he saw his mother?

"This kind of porridge looks unappetizing, you take it away." Su Xing refused in a firm voice.

Pei Xinlan's smile froze on her face, but after a while, she regained her smile: "It's okay to have a few mouthfuls, this kind of porridge is more nutritious, I cooked it myself for several hours—"

"Okay, you can eat it yourself." Su Xing didn't appreciate it at all, and turned to look at Song Yan, "Take it away!"

Song Yan expressed his embarrassment, she had to do it when the big boss gave her orders, but that was the big boss's mother, she couldn't afford to offend her, right?
Just as he was hesitating whether to do it, Su Xing suddenly stretched out his arm and swept the table, the thermos bucket fell to the ground with a "bang", and the porridge inside spilled all over the floor.

"Ah!" Pei Xinlan let out a low cry, hopping back a few steps.

"Don't get your shoes dirty, you'd better go back." Su Xing replied coldly.

How could this man treat his mother like this?Song Yan looked at Pei Xinlan sympathetically.

A look of sullenness flashed in Pei Xinlan's eyes, and she said to Song Yan sternly, "Why are you still standing here, don't you clean up this place!" It seemed that she had vented her anger on her.

Song Yan curled his lips, seeing that she was Su Xing's mother, he didn't care about it, and bent down to pick up the thermos.

Unexpectedly, Su Xing said: "Not everyone should obey your orders, at least in my ward, I still have the final say."

"Su Xing!" Pei Xinlan called him softly, looking at him with aggrieved face.

Su Xing's face was light: "You go, I want to eat."

There seemed to be something sparkling in Pei Xinlan's eyes: "Su Xing, I came to see you with good intentions, and you don't have to be like this...I know you don't want to see me, okay, I don't hinder you!" After finishing speaking, stomp her feet and walk quickly went out.

The door of the ward closed with a "bang", although the people had left, the air was still cold.

Song Yan stood there for a while, bent down to pick up the thermos, and went to the bathroom to get a mop to clean up.

Su Xing quietly watched her busy with a gloomy face.

After everything was settled, Song Yan went to the kitchen and poured the remaining porridge in the thermos into a small bowl, and brought it to Su Xing: "This wrinkled porridge smells delicious, do you want to—"

"Don't!" Su Xing interrupted her in a cold voice, "What are you keeping, pour it all out!"

Song Yan bit his lip and said softly, "Well... she is your mother after all, mother and child have no overnight feud, so why are you so unfeeling to her..."

He raised his eyes and looked at her with cold eyes: "How much do you know? Just meddle in your own business! Just do your own thing!"

Originally trying to persuade him kindly, but was reprimanded by him, Song Yan felt aggrieved and angry, bit his lip and stopped talking.

"Why are you still standing there, the wontons are cold." After a while, he said, his tone was much slower than before.

Song Yan opened the takeaway box with downcast eyes, spooned the wontons and fed them to his mouth. She was angry and fed them quickly, mouthful after mouthful, with a sense of revenge.

He didn't say a word, he ate as fast as she fed, and she felt a little embarrassed waiting for a box of wontons to be finished. The wontons probably weren't chewed, and she didn't know if it would cause indigestion.

"That...is it a little fast?" She said in a whisper.

"You know it's too fast!" He glared at her, "I haven't brought water yet!"

Song Yan hurried to get water, he raised his head and drank it with a "gudong" and "gudong".

Watching him drink, Song Yan said in a low voice, "Don't blame me, I'll persuade you with good intentions, but you still reprimand me, I feel a little wronged."

"Ahem..." He choked on the water and coughed violently, probably because the cough involved the wound on his right shoulder, and his face looked very painful.