Song Qianqian heard Lu Zihao's answer, his face was very happy, and he was also satisfied with his words. She tried her best to show herself a shy look, glanced at Lu Zihao beside her affectionately, raised her powder fist and hit him, "I hate it, what nonsense are you talking about in front of outsiders?"

After a delicate accusation, Song Qianqian smiled and lowered his head and stopped talking.

Song Qianqian's heart was beautiful, but Cui Yaming on the side was already angry in her heart.

Outsiders dare to say that she is an outsider!

This shameless woman, it's really time to give her a little color.

"By the way, Brother Zihao, the eldest brother's girlfriend is called Liu Yuhan, right?"

Song Qianqian didn't let her feel better, so she wouldn't make her feel comfortable.

"How do you know?"

Lu Zihao turned his head to look at her, his dark eyes were solemn. What does this woman want to do? Okay, what does Big Brother Do?

"You forgot, last time Uncle Lu invited his eldest brother's girlfriend to the old mansion, I was also there, so do I have to change my name to Sister-in-law Liu Yuhan in the future?"

Looking at Song Qianqian, who suddenly became unnatural, a trace of pride flashed on Cui Yaming's face.

Song Qianqian, fight with me, you are still tender.

"This is our Lu family's business, what does it have to do with you, besides, don't go to my house again if you have nothing to do in the future, my parents are old and don't have so much energy to take care of you." ”

Lu Zihao subconsciously glanced at Song Qianqian, and saw that her originally happy face was gloomy and cold, and he knew that Cui Yaming had succeeded in sowing discord again.

"Don't take care of me, Aunt Lu said, let me have nothing to do with her in the future, anyway, she is quite bored alone, I went just to be able to talk to her." I also said that in the future, I will treat the old house as my own home, and I can go whenever I want......"

"I'm sorry, I still have something to do, so I'll go first......"

Song Qianqian is a novice after all, and he is obviously not an opponent for an old fritter like Cui Yaming. When she heard Cui Yaming say that when Uncle Lu invited Liu Yuhan to the old mansion, she was also present, Song Qianqian's heart was confused.

Lu Zihao never mentioned this matter to her. A trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes, and her eyes were no longer so gentle when she looked at Lu Zihao.

"Miss Song, what's wrong? Did you feel uncomfortable when you saw me say a few more words to Brother Zihao? If so, then this is your fault. Brother Zihao is so good, and he is the president of the Lu family, he must have made dozens of times more friends than you, if you are so stingy, then ...... in the future"

Cui Yaming's fingers continued to fan the flames.

"Cui Yaming, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute. ”

A trace of displeasure flashed in Lu Zihao's eyes, this woman has a lot to say.

"Well, I'll listen to you. ”

Cui Yaming raised her hands and looked respectful. Looking at Song Qianqian's increasingly ugly face, her purpose has been achieved, so why bother talking more.

A wicked smile appeared on her lips, and she pulled out a chair and swaggered to sit down.

Now, it seems like it's time to watch a good show.

Song Qianqian didn't want to stay in the place where Cui Yaming was there, she picked up the backpack on the side, turned around and walked out.

Lu Zihao followed closely and gently pulled her arm, "Shallow, you won't be angry again, right? You don't have to take her words seriously, I don't know why she went to ...... in the old mansion that day."

"Okay, Zihao, I'm not angry, I'm just a little uncomfortable. ”

Song Qianqian is indeed a little uncomfortable now, and his heart is uncomfortable, like holding a breath in his heart, and he can't go up or down.

"Isn't it uncomfortable? Is it serious? I'll take you to the hospital now. ”

As he spoke, Lu Zihao helped her pull on her coat that was about to slip off, and walked out by her shoulders.

Looking at the two people who were about to walk out of the box, how could Cui Yaming miss this good opportunity in front of her, and continue to add dry firewood to the fire in Song Qianqian's heart, "You guys are leaving, Brother Zihao, don't forget, I'll wait for you in City B tomorrow, see you or leave!"

Cui Yaming sat on the chair and shouted delicately, looking at Lu Zihao's figure of helping Song Qianqian to walk out, with an expression of conspiracy success on her face.

Hearing Cui Yaming's words, Song Qianqian's body stiffened, and the pace under his feet was much faster.

Lu Zihao helped Song Qianqian get into the car, helped her fasten her seat belt, and then drove in the direction of the hospital.

Looking at the traffic outside the car, as well as the night scene that keeps reversing, Song Qianqian's eyes seem to be a movie, a movie about her and Lu Zihao.

The time she and Lu Zihao spent together, scene by scene passed by her eyes. The two of them once agreed that they couldn't hide anything from each other, but in just a few days, Lu Zihao not only hid something from her, but even wanted to lie to her.

I don't know when, the gap between her and Lu Zihao seems to be getting more and more.

Opening the car window, the cold wind blew, Song Qianqian subconsciously hugged her arms tightly, her body was cold, but her heart was even colder.

Lu Zihao looked at her iron-blue face and clenched arms, thinking that her stomach was uncomfortable again, and hurriedly stretched out a hand, wanting to hold her little hand and give her a little comfort.

But Song Qianqian's body flashed and dodged his touch.

"Shallow, bear with me, I'm going to the hospital soon. ”

Lu Zihao said softly, with a hint of anxiety in his tone.

Song Qianqian didn't reply, twisted his head, and looked out of the car with his eyes out of focus.

Can the hospital heal her wounded and sad heart?

"Zihao, are you going to City B?"

There was a red light in front of me, and I saw a long line of cars in front of me from a distance.

"No, don't listen to Cui Yaming's nonsense, you stupid girl, don't you see that she is deliberately provoking our relationship?"

Take advantage of the red light in front of you. Lu Zihao stretched out his hand and rubbed her head dotingly, he had already seen that this girl was angry.

"Really, you didn't lie to me?" Song replied lightly, and there was no emotion in his tone.

"Of course, how could I lie to you? I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, but not to City B. ”

Lu Zihao turned his head to look at Song Qianqian, a trace of injury flashed on Jun's face, is this girl suspicious of him?

Song Qianqian stopped talking, and continued to turn his head to look out of the car. Her heart is very messy, very messy......

Even if what Lu Zihao said is true now, Song Qianqian doesn't dare to believe it anymore. Why does he always explain something after she knows about it, but what about in the old mansion? Cui Yaming is obviously also in the old mansion, but why did everyone mention it when he came back, and he skipped Cui Yaming?

There are still a lot of questions, but Song Qianqian doesn't want to ask anymore. She was afraid that she would be more sad and hurt if she heard it.

"Didi ......"

The sound of the horn behind the car disturbed the silence in the car, Lu Zihao looked up, the red light at the intersection did not know when it turned green, and the long queue in front of it did not know when it disappeared without a trace.

Lu Zihao took a deep look at the silent Song Qianqian, sighed lightly, and then slowly started the car.

There was silence in the car, and even a pin dropped on the ground could be heard.

Lu Zihao observed Song Qianqian while driving, he was always afraid that she would be sad and sad, but it turned out that he always seemed to make her angry and make her sad.

The wind drifted in through the car window, blowing up Song Qian's hair and her heart even more.

There was a faint tingling pain in her stomach, and it rained overnight in the leak of the house, and it seemed that she was really uncomfortable.

Song Qianqian bent over, pressed his stomach tightly with his hands, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead one after another.

Her stomach cramped and ached, as if there were thousands of horses tossing inside.

"What's the matter, bear with it a little longer, I'm going to the hospital soon. ”

Looking at Song Qianqian's painful expression, Lu Zihao stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the speed of the car drove towards the hospital at a fast speed.

Song Qianqian pressed his stomach, closed his eyes and curled up in the passenger seat, he was really a crow's mouth, he didn't expect to lie once, and it really worked.

The pain in her stomach grew worse and worse, and for a moment, she thought she was going to die.

Soon, the hospital arrived, and when Lu Zihao ran into the emergency room with Song Qianqian in his arms, the dean and the people from the internal medicine department were already waiting there, watching the two come in, and hurriedly ordered Song Qianqian to be sent to a separate diagnosis and treatment room.

After a series of examinations, Song Qianqian was finally sent to the VIP ward, looking at the needle injector in her hand, she not only laughed at herself, Song Qianqian, Song Qianqian, can you still be a little more promising?

One meal made her like this!

"Mr. Lu, Song Qianqian is still ** sick, her stomach is not very good, she may not be in a good mood recently, her diet is also a little irregular, and she is a little depressed at the beginning, which will cause the onset of acute gastritis. However, after treatment, Miss Song is no longer in serious trouble, and she will be cured after a few days of rest. ”

Lu Zihao rubbed his eyebrows and motioned to the dean to go down first.

He stood outside the door and looked at Song Qianqian in the ward through the glass window, she was really thin, lying on the bed like a paper man. If he hadn't seen her admitted to this room, he would have wondered if there was anyone lying on this bed.

Depressed!

Sure, Cui Yaming's appearance just now made her feel uncomfortable!

He took out his phone and dialed a number, and the other end of the phone would soon pick it up, and then it would be a deafening dance music in his ears.

This woman is really restless!

"Brother Zihao, why did you call me? What's wrong? Miss me?"

Cui Yaming covered her ears with one hand, held her mobile phone in the other and shouted in her ear, the music on the dance floor was so loud that she had to raise her voice, and even then, she was not sure if Lu Zihao would be able to hear what she was saying.

"Cui Yaming, do you want to die? Or are you living too comfortably, looking for some excitement?"

Lu Zihao's voice was stiff and cruel, and when he heard Cui Yaming's ears, it was like a heavy hammer slamming into her heart.

Cui Yaming held the mobile phone, and through the microphone, she already felt the murderous aura from Lu Zihao, the kind of ferocity that wanted to cure her to death.