Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 75 He's My Husband
On the way to the appointment, Xiao Xing felt anxious all the way.

According to previous experience, the plan that ordinary people think is bold, in the eyes of Ruan Shiyan can only be regarded as mediocre.

Then she used bold to describe it, this matter must not be as simple as Shangfangjiewa.

Xiao Xing went to Song Garden to pick up Ruan Shiyan, and wanted to ask about the plan on the way, but after Ruan Shiyan reported the destination, he closed his eyes and rested in the passenger seat, not giving him a chance to speak.

He had no choice but to suppress his curiosity and concentrate on his role as a driver.

After a while, the car finally stopped.

"Master Yan, we're here."

Ruan Shiyan slowly opened her eyes and glanced out the window.

"get off."

"Okay." Xiao Xing immediately followed suit.

The two of them walked across the not-so-wide sidewalk and stood for a few minutes in front of the closed door of the wonton shop.

When there were no passers-by for a while, Ruan Shiyan turned around and sat down directly on the steps in front of the store.

Xiao Xing was sitting next to her.

"Master Yan, can we stop being tricky? What is your plan for calling me out in such a hurry?"

Ruan Shiyan was silent for a few seconds, then slowly turned her head and looked at Xiao Xing expressionlessly.

"Little Xingxing, I will give you one last chance."

"...Huh?" Upon hearing the opening remarks, Xiao Xing could almost imagine what Ruan Shiyan would say next.

But in the current situation, he could only pretend not to understand.

Ruan Shiyan raised her eyebrows lightly and nodded her head a few times.

"Okay, Xiao Xing, I gave you the opportunity, but you didn't cherish it yourself."

"..."

"Let me ask you, Song Zehan is not my brother at all, is he?"

Although it was an interrogative sentence with a rising ending, the certainty in her tone already showed the affirmation in her heart.

Xiao Xing pretended to look away easily and smiled.

"Master Yan, did you have another messy dream last night? Otherwise, why so early in the morning..."

"He is my husband." Ruan Shiyan interrupted Xiao Xing's words with a conclusion.

"Oh, I admit that Mr. Song is rich and handsome. He is a typical domineering president in novels and TV dramas. Then you can't..."

Ruan Shiyan pinched Xiao Xing's chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.

He also interrupted what he hadn't finished speaking again.

"Make it up, keep making it up." Ruan Shiyan narrowed her eyes slightly as she said, "Xiao Xing, when a person's eyes look up, they represent thinking and memories, but when they unconsciously look left and right, they represent escape. "

"..."

"Based on what I know about you, if Song Zehan was really my brother, you wouldn't just call him Mr. Song all the time, it's too unfamiliar. When you mentioned him to me, you would always say 'your brother' or ' Our brother'."

"..."

"Your unfamiliarity is to cover up your reminder that you are afraid of leaking your words."

"..."

"What's more, it's been so many years. If you tell a lie, you will pull the corner of your clothes with your left hand, or if you get nervous, you will reveal your true nature."

"..."

"Come on, now, look at the folds on your left hem and tell me, Song Zehan—is he my husband?"

Xiao Xing was about to be forced to collapse by Ruan Shiyan.

He wanted to keep concealing it, but one piece of evidence after another was right in front of him, even if he insisted on it, it would be unrealistic.

What's more, if Ruan Shiyan was really angered, the consequences would be no joke.

After struggling again and again, he could only choose to be sorry to Song Zehan.

Anyway...he only said that his identity didn't matter, let's talk about the rest.

(End of this chapter)