The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 2042 Didn’t I tell you to hide?

This one sentence choked Song Yuan.

"I finally managed to get your father back by asking my friends in Beijing for help. He didn't even know the exact extent of your leg injury. Madam Bo, you should keep it a secret. Take this opportunity to get closer to Bo Yanqing, but you should also know your limits. Don't reveal your feelings too early. You should know your limits, especially when Nan Jiaojiao is around. Just act like a queen. Sooner or later, this woman will give way to you."

These words really touched Song Yuan's heart. Her expression looked better. She turned her head to glance at the bedroom door, frowned slightly, and became defensive. She moved her wheelchair inside.

"But today, the doctor from the Bo family came to check on my leg injury."

"What! What are you doing!?"

Mrs. Song was so shocked that half of her facial mask fell off. "Didn't I tell you to hide it? Why did you call the doctor? The doctor can see through your injury at a glance!"

"How would I know?" Song Yuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and then she realized, "I just lost track of what I was saying. I didn't want to stay there and watch Bo Yanqing and that bitch being intimate, so I deliberately mentioned my injury. Later, I regretted it and privately told Aunt Wu that there was no need to call a doctor, but the old servant seemed not to understand and still called someone over."

Mrs. Song was so angry that she had a headache. "Did you bribe the doctor? Did you handle it?"

"I think so..." Song Yuan felt guilty and flustered, "I originally prepared some money, but I didn't take it out at that time. But after I persuaded her with words, she agreed not to reveal it."

"Are you sure he agreed?" Mrs. Song pressed.

Song Yuan was getting more and more nervous and trembling, and she didn't say anything. Mrs. Song understood, she took a deep breath and suppressed it, "Okay, I got it, I'll contact the people in Rongcheng and clean up your mess, you remember it, hide your wound, act pitiful, can't you? Change the bandage yourself, and deliberately let the old lady see the changed gauze, so that she will feel sorry for you, and occasionally show your cowardice in front of Bo Yanqing, why didn't you remember what I taught you before I left, and call me when you panic!"

Song Yuan didn't care what methods her mother would use on the doctor. She originally made this call to vent her anger, but was scolded instead. She had nothing to say in return. She just listened to a few words perfunctorily and then hung up.

She hadn't washed up yet and was restless in the room. Whenever she thought of Bo Yanqing and Nan Jiaojiao living in the same room, she became jealous and crazy.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, I vaguely heard some noise outside.

Song Yuan listened at the door for a while, and seemed to hear Bo Yanqing's voice. She wanted to open the door and go out immediately. After thinking about it, she stood up from the wheelchair, went into the bathroom, wet her hair and neck, put on a sexy nightgown, but felt it was inappropriate, so she draped another one over her shoulders, which was half-covered and half-transparent, just highlighting her good figure.

After a lot of fussing, she returned to the wheelchair, opened the door, and pushed the wheelchair out anxiously. As the wind blew over her body, she became clear-headed and slowed down.

There was only one warm lamp left in the living room, casting a hazy glow, while a large section of bright light came from the dining room.

Song Yuan moved closer with a purpose, and whispered softly, "Third brother, why are you..."

When she looked up, the scene in front of her was so exciting that she almost bit her tongue.

Just with a glance, and by chance, I saw Bo Yanqing carrying Nan Jiaojiao to the dining table.