Goodnight, Mr. CEO!

Night falls.

Song Garden.

As soon as Song Chenxi came back from outside, she noticed that the atmosphere at home seemed different.

The expressions on the servants' faces were strange.

Seeing her coming back, he stopped talking.

But before he could say anything, there was movement from the kitchen.

"Ahem, is my sister back?"

Soon, Song Zhiyun, who had been so weak from fever that he couldn't even get out of bed, walked out with a bowl of hot soup.

Seeing Song Chenxi, Song Zhiyun quickly put on a flattering smile on his face.

"I made soup for my sister..."

As he spoke, Song Zhiyun lifted the bowl in his hand.

Song Chenxi said nothing, looking at Song Zhiyun who was showing his kindness to her with an expressionless expression.

After knowing the truth from Han Xing, this bowl of soup seemed more like irony to her!

"What soup?"

Song Zhiyun, who felt like a drum after being stared at by her sister, was startled by the question that suddenly rang in her ears.

"Just... just ordinary..."

"Let me ask you, what kind of soup is this?"

Before Song Zhiyun could finish speaking, Song Chenxi asked again with cold eyes.

How could Song Zhiyun be able to compete with that aura?

"Replenish...tonify the kidneys...nourish..."

Before he could finish saying the word "qi", the hot and scorching liquid was poured on his head, causing Song Zhiyun to cry out in shock.

Subconsciously, he covered his face with his hands and squatted on the ground.

"what are you doing!"

Song Zhiyun kept screaming, and even the people around him were dumbfounded and dared not come forward.

No one expected that Song Chenxi would pour the bowl of hot soup on Song Zhiyun's head before anyone could react!

"I'm not dead yet."

Five simple words, but Song Zhiyun's cry of pain suddenly stopped, and his face covered by his palms could not hide his guilt!

The heart is beating wildly!

Subconsciously, I felt that my sister had already known about her conspiracy with the second princess, otherwise how could she treat me with such an attitude!

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt.

Everyone was as silent as a cicada and dared not speak out.

Song Chenxi looked up and met Gong Chen who had just returned from outside.

"I'm still not dead!"

A sarcastic smile slowly appeared on that delicate little face, which seemed to contain malicious provocation.

"Song Zhiyun, are you doing this soup for me or for yourself?"

With these words, the bowl in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Just like this human relationship that cannot be repaired...

………………

In the bedroom.

Song Chenxi walked out of the bathroom and paused.

Gong Chen appeared in her room at some point and looked up when he saw her coming out.

"If you have any emotions, just come to me."

A low magnetic voice sounded.

"She's still a patient."

Gong Chen knew how bad the opening statement he chose was, but other than that, he didn't know what to say.

"Ah."

Song Chenxi was wrapped in a white bathrobe and walked slowly.

"I'm tired of hearing similar words."

She sat down in front of the dressing table without even looking at Gong Chen who was standing nearby.

Pour the lotion into the palm of your hand and slowly spread it with your hands.

"Growing up, because Zhiyun is a patient, everything has to be given to her first. Because Zhiyun is a patient, all the mistakes are borne by me alone..."

The fragrant lotion fragrance spread in the air. When Song Chenxi said these words, there was no anger or resentment.

"Why?"

In the reflection of the mirror, Song Chenxi looked at Gong Chen almost indifferently.

The words were sarcastic.