After being loved by a yandere, she turned black

Little Song Ming was so frightened by Su Qingci's words, "I'll never see Wanwan again" that she kept crying. No matter how much the housekeeper tried to coax her, she couldn't.

Su Qingci was upset by his crying and gave him a cold look, "If you cry again, I will kick you out of the Su family now!"

Xiao Song Ming was so frightened by his stern expression that her body trembled, and she forgot to cry for a moment. However, the next second, he cried louder.

Not only did she cry louder, she also lay directly on the ground, crying uncontrollably, with runny nose and tears, so pitiful.

The housekeeper glanced at Su Qingci. Seeing that his face was getting gloomier, he hurriedly knelt down and tried to pick Song Ming up, but was pushed away by him.

He had no choice but to hurriedly catch Song Ming's flailing limbs and comforted her with a gentle voice, "Young Master, stop crying. Sir, he was just scaring you."

"My husband loves you very much and will not kick you out. Young Master, please stop crying. If you cry too much, your eyes will feel uncomfortable."

The housekeeper coaxed him patiently.

This was the first time Song Ming cried so miserably after returning to Su's house, and she couldn't be coaxed.

Although she was always bullied into crying by her husband, due to his majesty, Song Ming only dared to cry for a while and then stopped crying.

But for some reason today, no matter how hard Su Qingci glared at him, Song Ming kept crying, as if he was deeply wronged.

The housekeeper had a headache and wanted to take Song Ming away before Su Qingci got angry, but Song Ming was flexible and wouldn't let him get close.

As soon as he came closer and wanted to hug him, he rolled away, not afraid of making Su Qingci angry, so he cried and avoided the housekeeper.

Su Qingci's patience was exhausted by Song Ming. He closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them again, there was a sinister look in his eyes, and he shouted coldly, "Butler."

The housekeeper had been with Su Qingci for many years and knew that this was a sign of his anger. He quickly stood up respectfully and asked, "Master, what are your orders?"

"Throw this traitor out of the Su family now!"

After giving the instructions in a cold voice, he turned around and walked towards the bedroom without looking at Song Ming again.

The housekeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, sighed silently, and looked at the young master sympathetically.

No one can change the decision made by Mr. Su. It seems that the only choice is to let the young master go out and suffer some hardships.

"Young Master."

He walked slowly to Song Ming, grabbed Song Ming's wrist, lifted him off the ground, and held him in his arms.

Song Ming kept struggling, scratching and scratching, and even opened her mouth to bite the butler's shoulder. Fortunately, he reacted in time and prevented him from biting her.

"Young Master, Sir is really just scaring you. You and Sir will admit your mistake, and Sir will not argue with you."

The housekeeper took out his handkerchief and wiped the snot from Song Ming's face without showing any disdain.

Xiao Song Ming glared at Su Qingci's back fiercely. When she heard the butler's words, she clenched her fists in anger and roared, "I'm not wrong!"

"I'm right! I don't want to apologize to that bad man!"

He raised his fist and waved it in the air a few times, gritting his teeth.

"Bad man! Give me my mother back!"

Seeing that Su Qingci's back was about to disappear, Xiao Song Ming shouted hurriedly.

The housekeeper broke into a cold sweat and raised his hand to cover his mouth to prevent him from making Mr. Su even more angry by shouting and yelling, which would really mean that he would never see his wife again.

In any case, Song Ming is also Su Qingci's son. He can't really leave him outside and ignore him. He still has to send someone to take care of him.

The housekeeper is still very clear about this.

He winked at the bodyguard next to him, hugged Song Ming to him, and said in a stern tone: "Be sure to keep an eye on the young master! If anything happens to the young master, you are the only one to ask!"

The bodyguard nodded heavily, turned and left with Song Ming in his arms.

Xiao Song Ming's mouth was tightly covered, and she looked at the housekeeper further and further away with tears in her eyes, but she couldn't make any sound.

Song Wan woke up faintly in the bedroom on the second floor. When Su Qingci came in, she seemed to hear Song Ming's shouting. Just as she was about to get up to check, Su Qingci held down her shoulders.

"Wanwan, you must be exhausted. If you sleep a little longer, I will ask the servant to prepare the meal. You can eat when you wake up."

Su Qingci gently gathered the broken hair on the side of her face, her eyes were lingering, and her big palm brushed her flat belly intentionally or unintentionally.

"I seemed to hear Xiao Ming's voice just now, you..." Song Wan frowned slightly and hesitated before speaking, "Did you bully him again?"

Su Qingci grinned, lay down beside her, and said aggrievedly: "Wanwan, then you have wronged me. Whenever I bully him, he is the only one who is angry with me, okay?"

"But I really heard his cry just now..." Song Wan was forced to lie down and looked sideways at Su Qingci's soft and sinister face.

Under the illumination of the warm lamp, it was as if a layer of filter had been put on her, her brows and eyes were gentle and charming.

"Wanwan, you heard wrong." Su Qingci reached out and pressed her soft lips, "I asked the housekeeper to take him back to his room to rest. He's not here at all."

Song Wan looked at his serious expression and didn't dwell too much on the matter. She was indeed very tired and didn't want to move at all. Every move made her whole body sore.

Her eyelids were also extremely heavy. Su Qingci noticed her sleepiness, passed one hand under her neck, put his arm around her round shoulders, and brought her into his arms.

"Wanwan, if you feel sleepy, just sleep a little longer."

He patted Song Wan's shoulder gently and hummed a light tune.

Song Wan didn't think much, found a comfortable position in his arms and fell asleep again.

When she woke up again, Su Qingci had already had the food prepared and brought to the room.

"Wanwan, you're awake." Su Qingci stepped forward to help her up and put a large bathrobe on her body.

He took the wet towel from the servant and wiped her face and hands gently.

Song Wan saw that there was still a servant in the room, and her cheeks turned slightly red. Although it was not the first time that she appeared in front of a servant like this, she just felt awkward.

He burrowed under the quilt again and lowered his head.

Su Qingci saw her shyness and motioned to the servant to go down.

The tall body leaned forward and approached Song Wan, with a magnetic voice, "Wanwan, why are you still so shy? Haven't you gotten used to it after so long?"

Song Wan frowned, pursed her lips tightly, raised her eyes and glared at him, but did not answer his question, "I want to take a shower."

My body felt sticky and uncomfortable.

Su Qingci smiled lowly, "Wanwan, let's eat first."

"But, it's uncomfortable..." She twisted uncomfortably, her face suddenly changed, and she grasped the quilt tightly with both hands.

After realizing what it was, Song Wan's face immediately turned red and she turned her head away, not daring to look at Su Qingci.

Su Qingci guessed the reason when he saw her embarrassed look and her whole body being stiff and motionless.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled evilly, pretending not to know anything, "Wanwan, what's wrong with you? It can't be..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Wan hurriedly raised her hand to cover his mouth, fearing that he would say something stupid.

"Let's eat."

Song Wan raised his eyes and glanced at Su Qingci, seeing that he had already cleaned himself, but he didn't clean himself, so he knew he did it on purpose.

In the past, every time the two of them finished exercising, no matter how late it was, Su Qingci would hold her to clean her, and change the bedsheets and quilt covers.

She knew he was mysophobic.

Song Wan lowered his head and looked at his abdomen discreetly, his eyes darkening.