Chapter 7

"Miss Song, what else do you think you can do when you come to the hotel to open a room?" Li Qingyu asked her with a pale look, is it a little late for this lovely woman to come to play silly with him now.

Song Yan

She did not expect that he would say so directly, but she could not cross the moral shackles in her heart.

"Mr. Li, you must be reluctant to do such a thing, but I don't want to, and you can't force me." She said it directly, so as not to drag on. She would be taken advantage of by this man. In the bar box, his aggressive kisses made her feel scared.

This man is dangerous. She can't provoke him.

"Are you playing hard to get with me?" Li Qingyu naturally saw that she was not a casual woman, but he couldn't help trying to tease her. The closer he got to this woman, the more attracted he was to her.

For the first time in 27 years, he was sucked away by a woman who was married.

This kind of feeling is fresh and exciting.

He always likes challenging things. This woman is not fascinated by him. In his eyes, she has become a rare stream.

"Who wants to play that with you?" Song Yan doesn't stare at him. If she didn't save his son by accident, she doesn't want to have a little relationship with such a dangerous man.

What else did Li Qingyu want to say to her? At this time, his mobile phone suddenly rang. When he took it out to see the caller ID, it was from home.

"Young master, young master, he is ill." Uncle Wang, the housekeeper, anxiously reported to him.

"Is Xiaoxuan ill?" Li Qingyu gently frowned. The boy was really ill at the right time, but his eyes were slightly worried. "I'll go back right away."

Song Yan hears that Xiaoxuan is ill. She can't help but worry about it. Although she only met him once, she thinks she is very congenial to him. "Can I go to see him with you?"

"Well." Li Qingyu didn't refuse her request, which was exactly what he wanted.

Song Yan follows Li Qingyu back to the emperor Jingxuan Pavilion. Uncle Wang, the housekeeper, is surprised to see that his young master has brought a woman back. But Xu Zhiyu, who has had an affair with him, has never brought her back.

"How is Xiaoxuan?" Li Qingyu asked Uncle Wang indifferently.

"The young master has a high fever. The doctor has just come to see him. He has taken medicine and gone to sleep." Uncle Wang reported the specific situation to him one by one. You should know that the young master is the treasure of the young master. He didn't dare to hide the matter about the young master.

Li Qingyu took song Yan's hand and said, "follow me up and have a look at him."

"Good." Song Yan was holding hands by him, feeling a little uncomfortable, but did not struggle, let him lead her upstairs.

Li Qingxuan didn't sleep soundly enough. As soon as Li Qingyu and song Yan opened the door and entered his room, he woke up. When he saw song Yan, he thought he was dreaming, "sister, are you coming to see me?"

Song Yan pulls her hand away from Li Qingyu's and walks towards him. She reaches out her hand and touches him gently. "Xiaoxuan, I came to see you specially. I heard that you are ill. Do you feel better now?"

Li Qingxuan nodded in a hurry and stared at her without blinking. He was afraid that it was just his own illusion.

"Sister, can you hold me?" He looked at her, maybe because of illness, his face looked a bit morbid pale.

Song Yan picked him up and gently stroked his back, as if to appease him.

She holds the bun in her arms, and her eyes become very soft. She looks like a warm mother and son.

When Li Qingyu saw such a harmonious scene between them, he didn't know why. He had a feeling in his heart that he couldn't tell. It was like his beloved thing was robbed.

This feeling is very strange. He has no such feelings for song Yan, but he has deep feelings for her.

"Sister, your arms are so warm." Li Qingxuan very favor her arms, to her arms rubbed rubbed, "sister, your body is also particularly fragrant, when I grow up, I want to marry you as a wife."

Song Yan smiles brightly, "when you grow up, I will become an old woman."

"Then let my father marry you." Li Qingxuan eyes clear looking at her, a face handsome and lovely, can melt people's heart.

Song Yan still just smiles at him. Naturally, she likes Li Qingxuan very much, but if she wants to marry his father, forget it.

This man is too dangerous for her to handle.

"Xiaoxuan, you need a good rest now, you know?" Song Yan looks at him fondly. If he is her son, how happy she would be. She thinks of her stolen child in her heart, and her eyes are filled with light sadness.

"Sister, will you stay here with me tonight?" Li Qingxuan pleads with her in her eyes. He really likes this beautiful sister.Song Yan looks embarrassed. She subconsciously looks at Li Qingyu and seems to be asking for his advice.

Li Qingyu naturally understood her meaning and said generously, "then stay."

Words fall, song Yan and small steamed stuffed bun happily embrace together.

Li Qingyu

He has been ignored since he came into the room.

After Song Yan coaxed the bun to sleep, she got up and walked out of his room. As soon as she got out of the room, she put on a pair of dark eyes.

"Mr. Li..."

"My name is Li Qingyu. You can call me directly." Li Qingyu listened to her husband on the left and her husband on the right.

Song Yan opens her mouth and wants to call his name, but she finds that she seems to be suffering from aphasia. She can't make any effort.

Li Qingyu slightly twisted his eyebrows, with a bit of displeasure, "my name is so awkward?"

"No Song Yan explained to him, "I'm just not used to it."

"Then start practicing for me." Li Qingyu grabbed her hand and took her into his bedroom.

Song Yan hands against his chest, both defensive and nervous looking at him, "Mr. Li, what are you doing?"

Li Qingyu's hand caressed her face, eyes fell on her, "want you this goblin."

"Li Qingyu, if you dare to mess with me, I'll never end with you!" In a hurry, song Yan blurts out his name.