Rebirth of the Routine King

Only Wang Yan and Song Zhiwen were left in the ward.

Except for Qi Xiuquan, Wang Yan thought that his heart would no longer be moved by other girls in this life.

But when Song Zhiwen's jade hand gently wiped the cake off his face, his heartbeat unexpectedly accelerated.

This slightly cramped feeling made him a little strange and a little scared.

He knew what he had to do now, otherwise he would surely fall into Song Zhiwen's tenderness.

He wanted to say a few heartless words to make her stop in despair, and he also wanted to knock her hand off unceremoniously and make her leave in shame and anger.

As soon as these two thoughts emerged in my mind, another voice immediately sounded: Why do you always like to hurt people who are good to you?

After a battle between heaven and man, Wang Yan chose to close his eyes.

Out of sight, out of mind.

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Song Zhiwen didn't mind the cake being dirty, so she wiped the cake off with her left hand and then with her right hand. When both hands were covered with cake, she ran to the bathroom and rinsed them off.

Then he helped Wang Yan clean up the cake residue on his face...

She is like a little daughter-in-law who takes good care of her husband.

Wang Yan kept his eyes closed and remained motionless, letting Song Zhiwen's jade hands run wildly on his face and ears.

After a while, Song Zhiwen chuckled and said: "Okay! It's almost done. Go wash your face! It's greasy..."

Wang Yan then walked to the bathroom in a daze.

In the bathroom mirror, he saw what he looked like now.

It was a heavy face that was neither sad nor happy, and the light in its eyes was like the cloudy sky in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, neither anxious nor depressed.

Wang Yan just kept staring at himself, as if he wanted to find the final answer from those eyes.

Suddenly, the brow in the mirror frowned suddenly, and the disgust in his eyes was clearly visible.

"Crack!"

After Wang Yan gave himself a loud slap, he began to wash away the remaining stains from the cake on his face.

After walking out of the bathroom, he returned to his unruly Wang Yan.

Song Zhiwen is eating cake, um... the kind that relishes it.

"Why isn't Gao Lu with you?" Wang Yan found a topic.

Song Zhiwen said while eating: "She moved out today and spent the weekend with others!"

Wang Yan knew that this person must be Xu Gu, so he stopped the topic immediately and asked, "Then will you go back to the dormitory today?"

Song Zhiwen shook her head: "My home is not far from here. I usually go home on Sundays."

Wang Yan, who has always been good at language arts, felt a little short of words at this moment. In order not to make the atmosphere subtle, he said without pausing: "Thank you."

Song Zhiwen put a piece of cake into her mouth with a fork, and arched her eyebrows: "What are you thanking me for? How are you going to thank me?"

Wang Yan said seriously: "Thank you for taking care of me last night, thank you for asking your father for help..."

Song Zhiwen cut another small piece of cake with a fork, but instead of eating it herself, she brought it to Wang Yan's mouth, and then said in a tone that could not be refused: "Open your mouth."

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment by this ambiguous action and quickly refused: "I don't like eating cakes..."

Song Zhiwen refused: "It's your birthday today, so you have to eat it even if you don't like it!"

Then, Wang Yan accidentally opened his mouth.

When the soft cake came into his mouth, he not only felt the mellow aroma, but also felt that there was another taste mixed in it.

"It really scared me last night. You were lying motionless on the stretcher, and you were vomiting white liquid from your mouth from time to time..."

Wang Yan was moved in his heart, but said: "Then you didn't eat my tofu while I was unconscious, right?"

Song Zhiwen froze, then said coquettishly: "What nonsense are you talking about! Lulu and the medical staff are here. I want to eat but I can't find a chance!"

Oh my god! It's over....

The so-called silly, cute, silly and cute words describe the girl named Song Zhiwen.

"Ahem, it's already dark. If you don't go back, my uncle and aunt should be worried."

Song Zhiwen didn't seem to understand that this was Wang Yan's farewell order. She only saw a slightly lonely look on her face and replied: "They are all busy."

Well, I will be alone when I go back..."

Wang Yan didn't seem to hear the loneliness in Song Zhiwen's words, and said: "Then you go back to the dormitory, it would be great to chat and laugh together!"

Song Zhiwen shook her head: "I go home every week. My home is not far from school. If I don't go home after a break, they will definitely think that I have no friends..."

Only then did Wang Yan feel the change in Song Zhiwen's mood, which seemed to be less lively than before.

Hearing her say again: "Actually, I... really don't have any friends."

Wang Yan was surprised and said: "How is that possible? You are so beautiful, and there must be many guys and girlfriends surrounding you!"

Song Zhiwen ate another piece of cake, and her eyes returned to their usual look, "There are a lot of them, but they are not fun. Girls only talk to me when we meet and don't contact me in private, but boys... they talk to me

All connections have a purpose.”

Wang Yanxin said, girls don’t play with you because your appearance is too impressive. Boys! The purpose is obvious, they must regard you as Master Kong... I want to pick you up!

Seeing that Song Zhiwen was about to feed him cake again, he was so frightened that he quickly picked up a plate of cut cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

Song Zhiwen was surprised: "Don't you like eating cakes?"

Wang Yan said vaguely: "I just took a small bite and it felt quite delicious."

The air was temporarily frozen.

After a while, Song Zhiwen raised her head, looked directly at Wang Yan and said, "Why did you lie to me?"

Wang Yan was startled and said with a guilty conscience: "Which time are you talking about?"

"That time on the bus?"

Wang Yan had a vague premonition, smiled a little reluctantly, and said: "Have you and I ever taken a bus together? Why don't I remember, oops! It couldn't be the sap trick that gave me amnesia last night.

Alright?"

Song Zhiwen ignored Wang Yan's performance and still stared into his eyes, saying seriously: "It doesn't matter if I lose my memory. Fortunately, I remember it. Then I'll say it again..."

Wang Yan quickly interrupted and shouted towards the door: "Boss, have you heard enough? If you don't come in, Song Zhiwen will soon eat up all the cake!"

I only heard a flurry of footsteps coming from the door, but the door didn't move at all.

Seeing that this group of friends did not help him out, Wang Yan cursed in his heart: Damn it! If you can successfully catch up with Tian Qingqing, my Wang Yan will take your surname!

Song Zhiwen glanced at the door. Although her pretty face was slightly red, the determination in her eyes did not fade at all.

"Am I disgusting to you?"

Wang Yan heard Song Zhiwen's confusion and helplessness, and felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. He hurriedly said: "No, no, you are very good, really! In my whole life, I have never seen any girl treat me so well!"

"

Song Zhiwen's eyes were filled with joy, and she pouted and said, "Then why are you still so mean to me?"

Wang Yan hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "You don't understand me. I treat you as a friend and I only made you angry on purpose. Didn't you see that I also scolded and scolded Wang Weihang and others?"

Song Zhiwen's mind was very simple. After hearing Wang Yan's explanation, her eyes became even more happy: "Is it true?"

Wang Yan vaguely echoed: "Really, really..."

Song Zhiwen's tone was much lighter: "You may not believe it, but I have never met a boy like you since I was a child. It makes me angry and fascinated at the same time..."

Wang Yan was a little speechless and thought to himself, I have never seen a girl like you! She is as beautiful as a fairy, but she doesn’t know what it means to be reserved? How can you express your affection to a boy casually?

Perhaps sensing that Wang Yan was about to interrupt again, Song Zhiwen hurriedly said: "Listen to me, I'm... afraid that if I don't say it out, I won't have the courage to say it again in the future."

Wang Yan looked at Song Zhiwen's excited yet shy eyes and said seriously: "You go ahead and I won't interrupt you."

"I asked you on the bus that day. I said... I said that although we have only known each other for a few days and met a few times, I have a very strange feeling for you, as if I have known you for a long time, and we have been with you for a long time.

You are also inexplicably down-to-earth when we are together, and you are said to be like a fascinating mystery, constantly driving me to find the answer to the mystery..."

Wang Yan nodded: "I remembered it as soon as you said it. At that time, I seemed to be saying that curiosity is everyone's nature. You don't need to treat me like this.

So curious..."

Song Zhiwen was a little unhappy: "I haven't finished speaking yet! You interrupted me again."

Wang Yan smiled unnaturally: "Ah! I haven't finished speaking yet! You said you said..."

Song Zhiwen adjusted her mood and continued: "Let me ask you, if a girl is so obsessed with a boy, does this count as liking her?"

Wang Yan fell silent.

Song Zhiwen stopped looking at him, lowered her head and said, "You said it wasn't like you. But I asked several girls, and they told me that it was like you! Why did you lie to me?"

Wang Yan's head was always looking up at the 45-degree roof, and he murmured: "They lied to you. This is not like them at all..."

Song Zhiwen raised her head and mustered up the courage to say: "But my heart also tells me that this is love!"

Wang Yan felt that he could not delay it any longer. When he wiped the cake on his face just now, he should have refused directly.

If I had refused cruelly at that time, I would not have said what I am saying now.

If I continue to be ambiguous and perfunctory, not only Song Zhiwen, but I am afraid that I will fall deeper and deeper into trouble.

While the flames of love are still burning, the best option is to extinguish them with a slap!

Wang Yan slowly withdrew his gaze, looked directly at Song Zhiwen, and said calmly: "So what? My heart tells me that you are not my type."

"Wow!"

Two lines of tears streamed down the corners of Song Zhiwen's eyes.

How proud she used to be!

I don’t know how many love letters she has received from boys, and how many sweet words she has heard from boys. Even today, some boys asked her to go out to watch a movie.

But her heart was already filled with the shadow of a boy.

She always remembered that today was this boy's birthday.

So she only did one thing for the whole day - buy cakes.

When she arrived at the hospital carrying the cake, she was worried that he would be unhappy after seeing her.

Today is his birthday, so we can't make him unhappy.

So, she kept wandering downstairs with the cake in hand. An hour later, she waited until Pan Yafei and the others arrived.

Even though Pan Yafei and others strongly invited her, she still chose to go back.

In fact, she really wanted to go up and see him.

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Her thoughts are also very simple!

She just wants to find an interesting boy to be her boyfriend. In this case, she can be happy every day.

However, even if she took the initiative to show her kindness, she still did not get the expected results.

She couldn't describe her current mood, whether it was loss, discomfort, sadness, or all of them.

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Just when Song Zhiwen stood up and was about to rush out of the door, Wang Yan took her hand and did not look into her eyes. He just said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I made you sad."

Song Zhiwen wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and replied with a smile: "No, I'm just overthinking it."

Wang Yan said seriously: "You just asked me how I plan to thank you. I want to know how you plan to let me thank you. As long as you tell me, I will definitely be able to do it!"

Song Zhiwen took out her hand, tried to calm down her emotions, and said: "I originally wanted you to treat me to a delicious meal alone..."

Wang Yan hurriedly replied: "Okay! I'll call you next Sunday and tell you where you want to go to eat."

Wang Yan knew that her birthday was National Day, and next Sunday happened to be September 31st. After eating this meal, he had a reason not to attend tomorrow's birthday party.

Anyway, we just had dinner together yesterday.

"Is this still necessary?"

Wang Yan smiled and said: "Of course it is necessary! You have helped me so much. If I don't treat you to a meal, Wang Weihang will scold me to death."

Song Zhiwen hesitated for a moment and said okay.

Wang Yan hesitated for a moment and then said: "If you are unhappy one day, you can call me and I promise to make your mood clear."

Song Zhiwen didn't reply to him, just opened the door and left.

Naturally, Wang Yan would not know that all her unhappiness in the future was just because of his 'dislike' just now.

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