"Are you celebrating my birthday?"

Song Zhiyi's birthday is the same day as Song Xuewei.

It's not because they have the same birthday, but it's Song Xuewei's birthday.

The Song family didn't want to spend extra energy to hold a birthday banquet for her, so in the first year that Song Zhiyi came to the Song family, Mrs. Song said that Song Xuewei's birthday was her birthday.

And she is Song Xuewei's appendage.

Song Zhiyi smiled, and her eyes found Song Xuewei's figure, only to see that she was wearing an expensive white dress, holding a four or five-year-old boy in her hand, and was slowly walking downstairs.

The boy had a small face, and his eyebrows were cold, which was exactly the same as Gu Jinyan.

He walked a few steps, saw Song Xuewei stop, raised his eyes and glanced at Song Xuewei, so he took out his hand, walked downstairs alone, and sat next to Gu Jinyan.

"Daddy."

He screamed crisply, Gu Jinyan nodded lightly, reached out and rubbed his head.

Seeing this scene, Song Zhiyi's smile froze on her face, and she forgot the purpose of her trip for a while.

Song Xuewei and Gu Jinyan, have children?

The heart was stabbed violently, and the whole person stood stiffly in place, in disbelief.

Mrs. Song walked quickly to Song Zhiyi's side, grabbed Song Zhiyi's hand, and said in a low voice.

"If you have anything to talk about tomorrow, don't make trouble today."

Song Zhiyi was pinched by Mrs. Song, and when she came back to her senses, the sharp stabbing pain in her arm calmed her down a lot.

She raised her eyes and looked at Mrs. Song with a cold face and shook off her hand and looked up at Song Xuewei.

"You're so scared of me entering Combo?"

When Song Xuewei heard this, she sighed, and walked down, up and down, with a calm and calm attitude in the face of trouble.

"Zhiyi, you misunderstood, this is not my decision, it is Ah Yan's order."

"Kangbo's positioning is a bit special, the patients he receives are all people who are either rich or noble, and Ah Yan is also worried that you can't bear the pressure."

Song Xuewei walked in front of Song Zhiyi and stopped, and her gestures were full of confidence and elegance.

"I originally planned to introduce you to the psychiatric department tomorrow, but today the Gu family and the Song family want to discuss my marriage with Ah Yan, and the time is tight, so I didn't make the proper arrangement."

"Zhiyi, I was negligent for a while, and tomorrow morning, I will transfer your information to the psychiatric department."

As she spoke, she reached out to pull away from the seat on one side, smiling on her face.

"It's rare for you to come back, and it just so happens that everyone is here today, I know you have the most ideas, and you can also give advice to me and Ah Yan's wedding."

Song Zhiyi smiled coldly, grabbed a water cup with her hand, and threw it towards Song Xuewei.

"Wash your mask, it's too fake."

Song Xuewei was splashed with some warm water, and instinctively exclaimed.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly went to check Song Xuewei's situation.

And Song Zhiyi was also tightly held by the servants of the Song family, and during the struggle, Song Zhiyi saw a tall and straight figure walking towards her.

In a trance, there was a "pop", and a crisp slap sound sounded in the air.

"Who gave your dog the courage to go back to the Song family to make trouble?"

"Get out."

This slap was extraordinarily hard, and Song Zhiyi only felt that for a moment, her head was buzzing.

Song Zhiyi stubbornly raised her head and looked at Master Song standing in front of her, there was no fear in her expression, only resistance and sharpness.

"If I don't get out, then are you going to put me in a psychiatric hospital next? And then put a psychotic hat on me? ”