If this kind of joke is made between husband and wife, it may be a laugh.

But now Bo Yunxiu is teasing her in front of her husband, just imagine that no man can bear such a thing happening.

Duan Hanshuang looked at Song Yishen with some concern, and the hatred for Bo Yunxiao in his heart increased by a point.

"Can you please not be so naïve?" Duan Hanshuang couldn't bear it and said.

Bo Yunxiu hooked his thin lips: "What, I can't stand it?" Didn't you feed me less during the day? Why can't you let go in front of your fiancé now? Didn't you feed him?"

Hearing this, Song Yishen's eyes deepened, and the fists at the bottom of his sleeves clenched slightly.

This scene is very similar to when Chu Qiao and Song Yin stood together, looking at him as if they were a sweet couple looking at an outsider.

He put his arms around Duan Hanshuang's shoulders, the corners of his mouth curled, and his voice was more like announcing ownership, "Of course my fiancée fed me, so I don't need to talk about this as an outsider."

He walked over and picked up the bowl on his table and put it to his lips.

Bo Yunxiu's brows jumped faintly, green tendons appeared in his temples, and with a wave of his big hand, a bowl of porridge was sprinkled on Song Yishen's body without a drop.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, the bowl fell to the ground, and glass slag burst everywhere.

Duan Hanshuang immediately took out a paper to wipe the stains on his body, but he didn't have time to blame Bo Yunxiu.

She knew that the temperature of this bowl of porridge was still a little hot, and it would definitely be uncomfortable to splash it on people.

He can't get wet on his hand now, because in addition to broken bones and abrasions, it's troublesome if he gets infected.

"I said I wanted a frost to feed me, don't you understand people?!" Bo Yunxiu roared, his face was full of anger, and if the cold light in his eyes could kill someone, Song Yishen would have been dismantled by now.

Duan Hanshuang looked at him worriedly, and shouted at Bo Yunxiu in front of him: "Song Yishen kindly prepared dinner for you, not only did you not appreciate him, but you also hurt him? Why is your heart so dark?"

The anger in Bo Yunxiu's heart suddenly rose, and his hands clenched into fists.

Because the bed is now raised, his legs are fine, and he is about to get up when he lifts the quilt.

He frowned, got up, didn't even put on his shoes, and walked straight to the two of them.

Duan Hanshuang saw that he was menacing, blocked in front of Song Yishen, and looked up at him: "I don't allow you to hurt him!"

Bo Yunxiu's eyes narrowed slightly, like a quenched blade, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Get out of the way!"

Duan Hanshuang raised his hand to block the front, and protected Song Yishen with his arm.

"He's my fiancé, if you don't want the hospital to abandon you, I advise you not to make trouble here."

"Your body is your own, and now you pull the wound and cause the wound to open and become infected, and if you need a second debridement, you will bear the pain yourself!"

Bo Yunxiu stared at her cold eyes, and smiled a little helplessly: "Why is your mouth so hard?"

It's obviously caring, but it makes people sound so sad to say it.

Duan Hanshuang, Duan Hanshuang, when will you admit that you like me, you love me?

Bo Yunxiu took a deep breath and looked at Song Yishen over Duan Hanshuang, "I didn't expect that the dignified Second Young Master of the Song Family now needs a woman to protect him?"

The macho Song Yishen immediately set aside Duan Hanshuang and confronted him at close range, "You say, how do you want to let us go?"

Bo Yunxiu put the tip of his tongue against his cheeks, pointed to Duan Hanshuang, who was full of nervousness on the side, and emphasized word by word: "She loves me, your fiancée, her heart is with me."

After speaking, he also specially poked Song Yishen's heart with his hand, "It's not you!"

Song Yishen's brows furrowed slightly, and his voice was still steady: "I know that she did have a good relationship with you, but it was a long time ago, and now I can be sure and sure that she doesn't love you."

"If you don't believe it," Duan Hanshuang also came out at this moment

"I can say countless times, I don't love you, and if you don't feel convinced, then I'll look you in the eye and say, I don't love you."

"I said that a long time ago."

If he faced Duan Hanshuang's rebuttal alone, he might feel sad, but with the addition of Song Yishen, his heart was full of anger, and he couldn't wait to press Song Yishen to the ground and beat him.

"It seems that you don't want to eat," Duan Hanshuang pulled Song Yishen over, "Let's go, let's go home, he doesn't look like a person with a big deal in the future, let the nurse take care of it later!"

"I told you to go?" Bo Yunxiu grabbed Duan Hanshuang's hand with one hand, while Duan Hanshuang's other hand grabbed Song Yishen's hand.

For a moment, no one let go, no one moved.

There was an embarrassment in the air.

It was Song Yishen who was the first to let go of the frost, and his voice was soft: "In that case, leave us here together to take care of him."

"You've been in the company all day today, and you need to get some rest." Duan Hanshuang frowned, she still had to go back, she still had something to ask Song Yishen.

Duan Hanshuang turned his head to look out the door, "Where's the bodyguard? Let me in."

As soon as the words fell, a row of bodyguards stood neatly in front of Duan Hanshuang, and suddenly, the huge ward became a little cramped.

"Take care of your boss, don't let him move, if necessary, find a doctor to give sedatives, we still have something to do, so we won't stay here!"

"Now carry your boss to bed."

After all, he is still a sick number, and he has no ability to really resist Duan Hanshuang.

Although the current bodyguards are also afraid of Bo Yunxiu, they are far less afraid of Duan Hanshuang.

In just one day, they also saw that this woman was the person the boss had been looking for.

Under Bo Yunxiu's fierce gaze, the bodyguard approached stubbornly: "I'm sorry boss, you haven't recovered from your injuries yet, let's go to bed and lie down first."

"If you dare to touch me, try it!" Bo Yunxiu put down his cruel words: "Whoever dares to touch me, don't appear in front of me after today!"

Duan Hanshuang: "Then I'll hire you!" From this day forward, you are my men! I am the second young grandmother of the Song family, and I won't even be able to pay your salary."

When the bodyguard heard this, he fell into embarrassment.

During this period, Duan Hanshuang took advantage of Bo Yunxiu's glare and quickly tore his hand away and stood beside Song Yishen.

Pulling his head and walking out without looking back, he didn't forget to advise: "Take care of your tender boss!"

Several bodyguards stopped him, and he paid attention to his body.

Bo Yunxiu kicked away the bodyguard in discouragement, lay on the bed, and gritted his teeth with a gloomy face: "Duan Hanshuang, I should really cut open your heart and see what color it is!"

——

On the way back, Frost looked at his *** arm, flushing red.

"I'll put some scalding cream on you when I go back, it's still a bit of a problem." Duan Hanshuang said thoughtfully.

Song Yishen's mind was not on this, he looked out the window and said lightly: "What are you going to do?" He's even more paranoid than I thought."

Duan Hanshuang's hands stiffened when he heard this, and his voice carried an indelible sorrow: "Let's get married."

Song Yishen didn't look at her face because he didn't want to think of Chu Qiao and affect his thinking, but this sentence still made his brain shut down, and he went blank in an instant.

"What did you say?" He didn't seem to believe his ears and asked, "Are you sure you've thought about it?" Are you really married to me?"

"Didn't you say it before, it's just an agreement to get married, even if I divorce, it won't be a second marriage, so it won't hurt each other."

Duan Hanshuang looked at him, his expression was more like he was discussing cooperation with a customer, and the official was alienated.

He forgot that even if he didn't look at her face, hearing the sound would still affect him.

He couldn't help but be a little worried, he seemed to like her a little?

Because of Chu Qiao, he fell in love with this substitute.

Suddenly, Song Yishen looked at Duan Hanshuang's eyes full of complexity

Emotions are unpredictable.

He has prepared a new pair of glasses, with a black frame, with his clean short hair, the whole person is neat and clean, like a school bully male god in a campus drama.

The warm eyes are dark and deep, the facial lines are smooth and full, and under the delicate long eyebrows are a pair of affectionate narrow eyes.

The warm light shines on his face, with a milky white sheen, which makes people look at it and create a feeling of positive sunlight.

Duan Hanshuang nodded firmly, "I know you treat me as Chu Qiao, and I really need to really break away from Bo Yunxiu now, we have no love when we get married, but it is beneficial to both parties."

She didn't want to find Song Yin because she regarded Song Yin as a good friend, and Song Yishen had never been kind.

She herself knows that she is not a good thing, and being able to marry Song Yishen can be regarded as two stinkers together.

No one harms the good people.

Song Yishen seemed to see through her thoughts, and hooked his lips: "Your idea is good."

Duan Hanshuang: "So?"

Song Yishen nodded, "You are looking for me to marry, how can I not get married?"

A trace of strangeness flashed under Duan Hanshuang's eyes, and the feeling in his heart could not be described in words, and there was some infarction.

Just in time for the traffic light, the car stopped, and the surroundings gradually quieted down.

Dead silence.

Dead silence in the front row of the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

Duan Hanshuang only felt that the space was narrow, and the air that could make her breathe thinner and thinner.

Just as she lowered the window, she heard the words of the person next to her, "Sign tomorrow or tonight?"

The descending window paused for a moment, then continued to descend.

"Tonight."

——

Song Yishen's study is a modern and simple design, bright and calm, the combination of white and haze blue is not very jumpy, and the bookshelves behind him are full of books, sweeping over at a glance, dazzling.

Duan Hanshuang stood across his desk like a reporting secretary, watching his fingers tap quickly on the keyboard.

After a while, a few pieces of paper came out from the printer next to me.

Song Yishen took the paper and pushed it in front of her, Duan Hanshuang picked up the paper that was still warm, and looked at the terms on it.

"It's all according to what you said before, and it's already in the add-on agreement."