After the divorce, the CEO begged me to get back together

There was an undercurrent in Song Qian's eyes, he seemed to understand why Qin Sang was so indifferent to him for a moment.

Perhaps it was the extreme disappointment that made her avoid approaching him.

Seeing his expression, Qin Sang felt that he was becoming less and less like the Song Qian he knew, so she hurriedly said, "Don't get me wrong, I won't give you any chance, you just die." heart."

After speaking, Qin Sang put away the ointment, and pulled off the gauze to re-bandage him.

Too much was pulled out at once, and it fell to the ground. Qin Sang was in a mess just after explaining. She frowned, and quickly squatted down to roll up the gauze, but accidentally touched Song Qian's back.

Song Qian gasped, "Hiss—"

Qin Sang saw that Song Qian was hurting, and before she could pick up the gauze, she quickly stepped back, but her feet were entangled in the gauze, and she tripped over the gauze and leaned forward——

Song Qian wrapped her arms around her waist with one hand to prevent her from falling to the ground, but the eyes of the two met without hindrance. Song Qian narrowed his eyes, and suddenly he pulled her into his arms with force. middle.

Every time Qin Sang was by his side, he was always like a young man in love, he couldn't help but want to get close to her, he bent down, and slowly approached Qin Sang.

Qin Sang's hand hanging by her side gradually clenched into a fist, as long as Song Qian tried to plot something wrong, she would die with him!

Although she thought so in her heart, Qin Sang didn't push him away for some reason.

In such an ambiguous atmosphere, the two seem to be pulling and testing each other.

However, Song Qian just lightly kissed Qin Sang on the forehead and sighed, "I'm sorry."

Although Qin Sang never wanted to hear his apology, and his apology would not mean anything to her, but when she heard this sentence unexpectedly, the wronged memories from her previous life resurfaced, and she couldn't help but feel sour.

It seems that the resentment towards Song Qian in my heart has never really dissipated.

Song Qian lowered his eyes to see Qin Sang's expression, and felt a little distressed in his heart. His eyes gradually fell on Qin Sang's lips——

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Both of them seemed to wake up from a dream, and their sanity became clear. Qin Sang even pushed Song Qian away, and couldn't care less about the gauze wrapped around his body.

"Who?"

Qin Yang outside the door was stunned when he heard this, who else could be in this house?Qin Sang always felt obedient when she asked this question.

Like... a little guilty?

"Your elder brother me, who else can I be?"

Hearing Qin Yang's voice, Qin Sang also calmed down a little.

"Aunt Lin's dishes are ready, when will you come out for dinner?"

Qin Sang began to wrap up the gauze methodically, "We'll go out right away."

Hearing Qin Yang's footsteps leaving outside the door, Song Qian looked at her figure with a bit of aggrieved expression, "The gauze hasn't been wrapped yet."

"You can't die if you don't pack it." Qin Sang dropped the sentence coldly, opened the door and went out.

Qin Sang's hot and cold Qin Sang made Song Qian a little confused, but thinking of Qin Sang's emotional changes just now, the corners of his lips gradually curled up.

It seems that Qin Sang's psychological defense is not so indestructible.

At least, at a certain moment just now, he felt her concern.

Even if it's just a little bit.

Hong Yuchen watched the two of them walking down the stairs one after the other, the smile on his lips gradually deepened, but his eyes gradually turned cold.

Aunt Lin quickly arranged the dishes, and the four of them sat down. Qin Yang sat in the main seat, opposite to Qin Sang was Hong Yuchen, and next to him was Song Qian.

"Since Qin Sang is back, let's congratulate Qin Sang for winning the art award!" Hong Yuchen raised his wine glass and knocked it lightly with Qin Sang's.

Qin Sang smiled, "Thank you very much."

"Thank you too." Song Qian raised his wine glass, raised it towards Hong Yuchen, and then took a sip with his head raised.

Qin Sang was stunned, firstly because Song Qian actually drank, and secondly because Song Qian's words were ambiguous.

After all, the two people in front of them didn't even know that Song Qian had replaced Xu Yilin's identity and became her newest partner.

Whether she admits it or not, this is a fact in black and white.

"Oh? How do you say that?" Sure enough, Hong Yuchen raised his eyebrows as a question.

Just as Song Qian was about to speak, Qin Sang prepared his words, "What he meant was that as my fiancé, I also thank you for your congratulations."

fiancé?

The most surprised person was none other than Qin Yang.

He kind of understands why it is said that a woman's heart is stabbed in the bottom of her heart. He can't even understand his own sister.

Could it be that what happened to them in the room just now?

Song Qian's lips curled up, and he put his hand on Qin Sang's shoulder, and smiled slightly, "Sang Sang still understands me."

Qin Sang suddenly had goosebumps, and she gave Qin Sang an angry look, "Don't think that I should always bear with you when you are hurt, I warn you, don't say such nasty words, otherwise—"

"Otherwise?" Song Qian didn't hesitate at all, instead he approached Qin Sang with every inch. He was sure that Qin Sang would not let him reveal the identity of his partner.

Because Qin Sang really wanted to prove himself.

She would not let others think that her honor had nothing to do with him.

In fact, Qin Sang did think so.

At least not when Hong Yuchen was present, after all, she still couldn't fully trust him.

Hong Yuchen watched the intimate interaction between the two, but he was not annoyed, with a faint smile on his face all the time, and even raised his glass again, "Then I wish you two a happy marriage for a hundred years."

Qin Yang was stupid.

He didn't call Hong Yuchen over to see such a harmonious picture.

Fight, grab, isn't the Eighth Young Master of the Hong family interested in Sangsang?

Qin Sang coughed twice, took a sip of wine to hide his embarrassment, "That's not enough to say that."

But she also shot herself in the foot, and now she has no choice but to admit the identity of Song Qian's fiancé.

Song Qian was in a good mood and picked up a piece of fresh bamboo shoots for Qin Sang, "This pickled Duxian is your favorite."

Qin Sang took a deep breath, put down her chopsticks, and looked at Song Qian with a half-smile, "Your back is alright, isn't it?"

Song Qian smiled slightly, "Thanks to your careful application of the medicine, it's almost healed, so you don't have to worry."

"Who's worried? I just don't want to owe you favors." Qin Sang rolled her eyes and ate the fresh bamboo shoots. The taste was still the same. Aunt Lin's craftsmanship was still her favorite.

Qin Yang, who ate this meal, knew the taste of food. He put down the chopsticks, his face was very stinky, "You take your time, I'll finish it."

Qin Sang also put down her chopsticks, "Since you're almost better, you can go back."

Hearing Qin Sang's eviction order, Qin Yang suddenly didn't want to leave, and wanted to sit down and watch a good show.