Madam is a rebel, please surrender quickly

The scene of Song Zheyan hugging Su Zhixing happened to be seen by Qiao Yichen.

The four eyes met in the air and the atmosphere instantly became stiff.

There was an undercurrent of conflict between the two men.

Silent smoke spread in the air.

Song Zheyan hugged Su Zhixing because she was feeling very dizzy.

It was clearly an upright action, but at this moment, he suddenly felt like he was having a sneaky affair.

Su Zhixing was held horizontally by Song Zheyan and she almost fell down because of her struggle, so she didn't dare to struggle anymore.

She thought that while she was struggling, Song Zheyan had already carried her to the sofa.

Be patient, it's only a few seconds.

As soon as this thought flashed through Su Zhixing's mind, she found that Song Zheyan suddenly froze in place and refused to move.

"Mr. Song, what's wrong?" She turned her head curiously and looked in the direction he was looking.

His sight suddenly met Qiao Yichen's deep pupils.

My heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

Qiao Yichen?

I saw Qiao Yichen supporting Ni Huiyue, his handsome face was tense and his dark eyes stared at her solemnly.

Under his high nose bridge, his thin lips were pressed into a cold and hard straight line, showing his displeasure.

Thinking of Qiao Yichen blocking her cell phone number, Su Zhixing turned her head indifferently and stopped looking at him.

She didn't know why she was so upset and angry.

There was nothing wrong with blocking her, she had also blocked him.

But the fundamental problem is that he originally disdained the childish act of blocking someone, but because of a mere word from the young female assistant, he actually blocked her immediately.

This is the most terrifying place.

This shows that he has a good impression of the female assistant, dotes on her and obeys her in everything.

Just like he doted on her back then.

Maybe a man would want to pamper different women at different stages. She and Su Yan have probably become his past.

Su Zhixing suppressed the sourness spreading in her heart and reminded Song Zheyan.

"Mr. Song, help me put it on the sofa. I feel much better now."

Song Zheyan came back to his senses after being reminded by Su Zhixing.

He quickly put Su Zhixing on the sofa and turned to explain to Qiao Yichen,

"Professor Qiao, Miss Su almost fainted just now and is in poor health."

Song Zheyan is Su Jun's favorite disciple and has also studied for a doctorate in traditional Chinese medicine.

His attainments in medical skills are naturally remarkable.

"Really?" Qiao Yichen was questioning Song Zheyan's medical skills and kindness.

But he had a crush on Su Zhixing, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that.

Su Zhixing turned her head to Qiao Yichen, and then said to Song Zheyan,

"Mr. Song, I'm really fine, don't worry."

Seeing that Su Zhixing was so indifferent to him, Qiao Yichen not only did not explain, but also ignored him directly.

His shockingly handsome face flickered under the light, and was full of mystery.

Song Zheyan also felt the unfriendliness from Qiao Yichen, but he did like Su Zhixing.

Since you can't deny it, then admit it bravely and face it frankly.

Song Zheyan asked again, "Professor Qiao, does Miss Su have any medical history?"

Qiao Yichen's eyes darkened.

He raised Su Zhixing, and he is a medical genius. How could he not know whether she has a history of medical illness?

He helped Ni Huiyue sit on the sofa, but his sharp eyes fell on Su Zhixing's little face.

After a few seconds, he opened his lips coldly.

"She is tired, there is no serious problem, just get more rest."

It’s about letting her rest more, not letting her rest in a man’s arms!

But Song Zheyan was still very nervous about Su Zhixing, which was in stark contrast to Qiao Yichen's indifferent attitude.

He lowered his tall body and squatted at Su Zhixing's feet.

One hand grabbed Su Zhixing's ankle, and the other hand was ready to take off her shoes.

Su Zhixing was so scared that her little feet shrank back.

How could she have the nerve to let a man other than her husband take off her shoes?

"Mr. Song, what are you doing?"

"Miss Su, you are dizzy at such a young age. You should pay more attention to it. Lie down on the sofa and I will take your pulse to see if it is due to insufficient Qi and blood, or stagnation of liver Qi or hyperactivity of liver Yang?"

As Song Zheyan said this, he was about to take off Su Zhixing's shoes with his own hands again.

But the next moment, a tall shadow came over.

Immediately afterwards, Song Zheyan's wrist tightened.

A beautiful, slender, white hand grasped his wrist.

Qiao Yichen also squatted down at the woman's feet, his voice tense and his tone brooking no room for argument.

"Xiao Song, Madam Su's hospitalization has been arranged. You take Madam Su to the hospital first. I will take care of my wife's health myself."

Song Zheyan did not stand up immediately. "Professor Qiao, why don't you let me help Miss Su first? It will only take a few minutes..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Qiao Yichen's cold voice.

"Xiao Song, shouldn't I call my wife Mrs. Qiao? As a professor of medicine, am I not qualified to treat my own wife?"

Song Zheyan, "Professor Qiao, that's not what I meant. I'm a Chinese medicine practitioner. The diagnostic and treatment concepts and perspectives of Chinese and Western medicine are very different. Why don't we help Miss Su... and Mrs. Qiao?"

"No need, Xiao Song!" Qiao Yichen still refused flatly.

He kept calling Song Zheyan "Little Song" and used his seniority to suppress Song Zheyan.

The tension between the two men suddenly became strong.

Su Zhixing lowered her eyes and glanced at the two black heads squatting at her feet, feeling dazed.

Song Zheyan is a doctor, and he will hug others even if they are about to faint.

How could Qiao Yichen not know this truth?

Turning her eyes to the side, Su Zhixing's brows knitted tightly.

Ni Huiyue's eyes were closed tightly and her face looked even worse.

It seemed that she was too tired today and did not sleep at night.

At this moment, Ni Huiyue couldn't care less about how tense the relationship between the two men was.

She drifted off to sleep.

"I'm really fine." Su Zhixing really didn't understand.

How come they are both successful, sensible men, but they act like children?

However, Su Zhixing was not worried that they would lose their minds.

After all, the person Qiao Yichen cares about the most is Ni Huiyue.

As long as she reminded him, wouldn’t he quickly send Ni Huiyue to the hospital?

Su Zhixing quickly spoke up to remind the two men,

"Brother, Mr. Song, please send Aunt Huiyue to the hospital as soon as possible. Don't waste any more time."

Unexpectedly, it was Song Zheyan who gave in first. "Okay, I'll take Master's wife to the hospital right away."

Seeing Song Zheyan picking up Ni Huiyue and walking out quickly, Qiao Yichen stood up.

"Brother, you go first, I'll be there later."

Su Zhixing wanted to take a short nap on the sofa first, so as to avoid feeling dizzy and nauseous when she went to the hospital.

As she spoke, she curled up her legs, leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes.

She was so tired that as soon as she closed her eyes, her consciousness became blurry.

But suddenly, the sofa sank to one side.

Then, a familiar scent of male hormones sprayed towards her face and kept drilling into her nose.

Su Zhixing was startled and immediately became alert.

"Brother, you haven't left yet?" Su Zhixing opened her eyes hurriedly, her pupils constricted.

Qiao Yichen's handsome face with sharp edges was infinitely magnified in front of her eyes.

Su Zhixing's breathing quickened, and her little head tilted back repeatedly.

"Brother, what are you doing? I'm tired, and you want to take advantage of me?"

Qiao Yichen pinched her jaw coldly, his voice full of bloodthirstiness and danger.

"Su Zhixing, how far have you and him come?"