Doting too much on his wife: The CEO is too double-standard

Fang Siqi doesn't seem to be afraid of his rhetoric at all. Anyway, as long as Long Songyao's pupils don't change color, he doesn't need to be afraid most of the time.

He said earnestly: "Don't think I'm long-winded, I just remind you kindly as a brother. You don't owe her anything in the first place, so there's no need to torture yourself like this for her."

"I don't need you to teach me what to do and how to treat her." Long Songyao narrowed his eyes, and his cold voice carried a hint of warning.

Hearing how he defended Lan Shuyu, Fang Siqi's expression turned serious: "It seems that she is really special in your heart, but you should know better than anyone else that falling in love with her is destined to be a problem for you." A bloody catastrophe."

Long Songyao looked at him expressionlessly, and said coldly: "Who told you that I like her?"

"You don't like her, so why did you deliberately provoke her again and again before, and then accommodate her in every possible way? Don't think I don't know, you want to stimulate her numb heart and let her have a normal person emotions, and then turned back into a flesh and blood person, so you said you didn't care and she would hate you."

Fang Siqi's usually gentle voice was slightly raised, and there was an expression of 'I've seen it through' on his elegant face.

Long Songyao didn't speak, his deep and calm dark eyes seemed to be able to see through the vicissitudes of the world.

Fang Siqi sighed, and continued to speak helplessly: "Ah Yao, you have no obligation to take care of her, but you did it anyway, what if you can't get out of this vortex in the end?"

"It seems that you have been so busy recently that you have so much time to think about my behavior wisely. Did I tell you not to interfere with me?" Joy.

Fang Siqi knew that Long Songyao would really get angry if he continued talking, so he could only explain in a good voice: "We have known each other since we were still wearing ripped pants, what kind of person are you? It is very clear that what I said today is not to interfere with you, but I am afraid that you will soften your heart to her and delay the most important task."

Long Songyao frowned, and said a little irritably: "Don't worry about it, you just have to develop all the things you should develop, and you don't need to care about other aspects, I have my own discretion."

"But..." Fang Siqi thought of the inspection results of the past few days, with a serious face: "But some things happened faster than we imagined, have you really found a way to deal with it?"

"No."

"Then you just let it develop like this? What if one day it completely escapes our control..."

"Don't worry, even if I die, I won't let that day come. If you don't believe me, you can find a way by yourself, but I have a request for you, don't have any prejudice against her because of my problem. "

When Long Songyao spoke, the expression on his face was very serious, and there was also an unidentified ruthlessness.

Fang Siqi moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but when his eyes touched the man's handsome face like a star, he swallowed his words again, and finally just sighed heavily.

At this point, there is nothing to say, Long Songyao stood up from the sofa, turned and left the office without any hesitation.

"..." Fang Siqi looked at the man's indifferent and unfeeling back, with an indescribable worry on his elegant face.

Long Songyao took the elevator to the floor where the ward was located, opened the door and walked in, and found that the ground had been cleaned up.

Lan Shuyu changed into a patient's attire, and was sitting on the bed playing with her mobile phone in a fresh outfit, with a little focus on her fair little face that had not been applied with makeup.

Long Songyao was standing next to her, she didn't know it, she was staring at her mobile phone screen in a daze.

The man looked down at her and her mobile phone on the quilt, and his and her WeChat chat pages were frozen on the screen.

There is only a brief message above.

——l11: "Where are people?"

It was sent to her when he first arrived in the ward and found that she was not there.

The message was not answered, and he also called her several times, but no one answered, so he had to adjust the surveillance.

Lan Shuyu turned her phone on silent when connecting to the computer before, but kept it in her pocket and forgot to cancel it on the way back. That's why she just found out that 'the strongest man on the surface' called her so many times. through the phone.

"Where did you go? Why didn't you answer the phone?" The man's cold voice sounded, and Lan Shuyu was startled, and when she regained her senses, she suddenly looked up at him.

Long Songyao exuded a dignified and cold aristocratic aura, and his face was still so handsome that both people and gods were angry, but the bloodthirsty hostility just now disappeared, and the glazed purple pupils also returned to the usual obsidian eyes.

She just wanted to reproach him for being scary, but when she saw his hands were wrapped in gauze from the corner of her eye, a slight surprise flashed in her eyes, and she stopped blurting out in time. 【1】【6】【6】【Small】【Say】

Obviously, except for a little sloppy footsteps just now, other aspects are still fine, how can I go out and come back, my mental state seems to be much better, but my hands are injured like this?

Lan Shuyu put down the phone, paused for a moment, then looked at him and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Seeing that she was caring about him, the cold and hard lines on Long Songyao's face seemed to soften a little.

He sat down on the chair beside the bed, not taking these minor injuries and pains to heart at all.

He said lightly: "It's just a little skin trauma, I accidentally touched it."

She didn't believe it was by accident, but it was obvious that Long Songyao was unwilling to tell her the truth, so she didn't know what to say for a while, but felt that after his pupils changed color, his whole temperament looked a little strange .

As the man approached, Lan Shuyu remembered the ambiguous scene just now, and felt a little embarrassed.

He just sat there without any overstepping movements, but Lan Shuyu felt full of oppression.

"You haven't answered where I was just now? I'm too busy to answer the phone or reply to the message?" The man fixed his strong eyes on her profile, and asked with some reluctance.

"I went home to pick up some things. I forgot to turn off the silent state of the phone. I didn't pick it up on purpose."

"Oh? Then how did you get the injury on your hand?" The man raised his eyebrows and asked.

Lan Shuyu blinked her eyes, turned her gaze out of the window, and explained calmly: "I bumped into it myself when I was at home."

I don't know whether Long Songyao believed it or not. Anyway, he just sat there silently, and didn't continue to ask questions. He just changed the subject and asked her if she was hungry.

Seeing that his hands were injured, Lan Shuyu didn't want to bother him to take her out to eat again, so she replied decisively: "I'm not hungry, I've already eaten."

Unexpectedly, the man just snorted slightly, looked up at her, and asked her in a cold tone: "What did you eat? Is the spicy chicken at noon really so delicious that you can keep yourself full until now?"

Hearing the words 'spicy chicken' in his indifferent voice, her body paused a little, and she straightened her back calmly, feeling so guilty that she didn't know how to react.