Song Zhiyi looked at Song Xuewei with a sneer, and deliberately provoked.

"It's no wonder to me, he himself is willing to send it to the door for me to hurt, you have the ability, you stop him."

Song Xuewei's face changed slightly, and the hands hanging down her side couldn't help but clench them tightly.

Still smiling, Song Zhiyi slowly got up from her chair and stopped when the two were only one step away.

"He would rather send it to the door to make me angry than have another child with you, which shows how disgusting you are."

She pursed her red lips lightly and looked at Song Xuewei with scrutinizing eyes.

"When you were able to successfully conceive Gu Junting, it shouldn't have been because you used some unclean means."

Song Xuewei's face changed suddenly, and the anger in her heart was easily aroused by Song Zhiyi, and her chest rose and fell with anger.

The corners of Song Zhiyi's lips were slightly hooked, she smiled indifferently, her eyes swept at Song Xuewei's tightly clenched palm, and the smile on her face deepened.

Song Xuewei tried to beat her several times but didn't take any advantage, but this time she learned to be smart, directly suppressed her anger, and was no longer willing to raise her head to beat her.

She gritted her teeth and looked at her, her red and swollen eyes full of hatred.

"Ah Yan and I really love each other."

"We had a great time with each other, and that's a fact that no matter how much you provoke, you can't erase it."

"And Junting is the proof that we have loved each other!"

Song Xuewei tried her best to control all her anger, and she was calm enough to organize these words.

Song Zhiyi's apricot eyes were slightly cold, and her heart felt like she had been pricked, and a pain that could not be ignored was derived.

She looked at Song Xuewei's angry face coldly and smiled indifferently.

"That's even more ironic."

Song Xuewei's face froze.

Song Zhiyi pursed her lips and withdrew her gaze lightly.

Those good memories between them will eventually become a thorn in Song Xuewei's heart, and she can't pull it out if she wants to.

In the past six years, Song Xuewei will not be able to escape the mental torture she has suffered.

Song Xuewei gritted her teeth secretly, glared at Song Zhiyi angrily, and was about to speak, when the door of the emergency room opened.

Song Zhiyi glanced sideways, and saw that Gu Jinyan was already standing at the door of the emergency room, as if he was nothing.

Song Xuewei immediately walked towards Gu Jinyan, her eyes were full of concern, and tears flowed out again as if she had broken a thread.

"Ah Yan, are you alright?"

Gu Jinyan's eyes were indifferent, he bowed slightly, glanced at Song Zhiyi, and then said coldly.

"It's fine."

Song Xuewei bit the corner of her lip lightly, raised her head to look at Gu Jinyan, but found that the man's gaze in front of her was not on her at all.

His deep dark eyes stared at Song Zhiyi tightly, as if he was passing through Song Zhiyi to see another person.

Song Xuewei's heart immediately lifted.

She gritted her teeth fiercely and hurriedly grabbed Gu Jinyan's arm to attract his attention.

"Ayan."

"You've always been healthy, why are you having frequent headaches and distress lately?"

"Could it be that something is potentially affecting your health?"

"Let's have a good check."

Gu Jinyan frowned slightly, and deep down in his heart, he extremely disliked Song Xuewei getting close to him.

In the past, he could still have a little ability, but now, as long as Song Xuewei is close to him, the feeling of rejection in his heart has been piling up in his chest, making him uncomfortable.

Instinctively wanted to stay away from this woman.

He pulled his hand out of Song Xuewei's hand with a calm face, his face full of indifference.

"I'm fine."

What his physical condition is, he knows very well.

Only when I met Song Zhiyi, that strange and uncontrollable feeling would appear.