The Transmigrating Beauty is Poisonous

Song Gan didn't touch people when he was young. After a car accident, he closed himself up. For the first time in his thirty-six years of life, it was the **** girl who didn't know the heights in front of him.

She is only eighteen, youthful, immature, and brilliant like a morning sun. She has the best life and the best future. She works hard enough and has enough talent to meet the best people.

Song Gan curled his lower lip slightly, and took the wine glass she was holding aside.

He will protect his **** girl whenever she needs it.

"Hold Ye Zhen and return to the room."

The assistant stepped forward and held Ye Zhen upstairs. The housekeeper came to push Songgan, but Songgan waved aside: "Let the kitchen cook some sober soup."

The housekeeper hummed, and walked to the kitchen. He couldn't help but look back. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed slightly when he saw Song Gan turning his wheelchair behind Ye Zhen.

Song Gan thought that his mind was unknown.

But the assistant and the housekeeper have been with Song Gan for at least ten years. They know him too well, how can they not see his secret thoughts?

In the same way, because he knew, he could feel the kind of desperate helplessness even more-he didn't dare.

Song Qian's extreme pride and extreme low self-esteem allowed him to face his own heart, but he could not take a step closer to the girl he liked.

The drunk girl fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed. She shrank into a ball, her entire face buried in the quilt, Songkran pulled the quilt for her, was tucked under her delicate chin, her sweet breath spilled on the back of his hand , He looked at her and smoothed her messy long hair.

He sat in front of the bed for a while, the butler brought the sober soup with a thermos and put it on the bedside, he whispered: "Sir, it's late, I'll take you to rest?"

Song Gan said coldly: "Bring another cup of hot water up."

The butler paused and went downstairs.

This time, he didn't go upstairs for a long time.

The assistant was guarding the door, the bedroom door was wide open, and the corridor lights were shining in. He could clearly see the man in the wheelchair staring at the **** the bed. He occasionally pulled the quilt for her. On a hot day, She was tightly covered.

Ye Zhen was so hot that he kicked the quilt several times, and after a while he could always be covered again.

She struggled to open her eyes and saw the man sitting in front of the bed. She was not surprised or scared. She said uncomfortably, "Songgan, don't get quilts."

Song Gan was taken aback, and wanted to leave immediately, only to find that her eyes were still confused, and the wine was still not awake, and said in a calm voice: "You drink wine, be careful of catching a cold."

"heat."

"It'll be fine in a while."

"heat!"

"No way."

Ye Zhen suddenly struggled with his hands from the quilt, and held his hands on the quilt, "I don't want the quilt!" He kicked the quilt away with a few strokes, and threw it directly under the bed. .

Song Gan: "..."

She curled up there, her hands tightly holding his palms, her red cheeks smiled lightly, her eyes closed, but she fell asleep again for a few seconds.

Song Gan looked at her and felt that the strength in his hand was getting weaker and weaker, and he put it weak and boneless on the back of his hand. He looked down for a long, long time, and then took out his hand.

The housekeeper finally brought boiled water, and Ye Zhen drank a few sips of water in a daze, and drank a few sips of sober soup, and soon fell asleep again.

The housekeeper picked up Ryo from the ground and put it beside the bed.

Song Gan said, "Let's go."

He went and took a look at Song Dynasty. Song Dynasty slept like a dead pig. The quilt was kicked to the ground. The assistant picked it up and threw it on him. Song Gan turned his wheelchair upstairs.

He was lying on the bed, the bright room was empty and silent.

Holding the rustling popping candy in his hand, remembering the warmth of the girl holding his hand, the red cheeks of Han He Songgan, his gloomy expression softened, his lips were bent, and he smiled secretly and carefully.

Early the next morning, Song Chao fainted on the bed with his painful head. Seeing the time, it was eleven o'clock. He drank a bowl of uncle housekeeper's sober soup, "I seemed to have drunk too much last night."

The butler said: "Yes, you hugged the legs of the table and called to Dad all night."

Song Dynasty: "...?!_(:зゝ∠)_"

Impossible, he can't do such a 2b thing as a wise man!

The steward said: "We have all seen, and so have Mr. and Miss Ye."

Song Dynasty: "..." To die! "Where is Zhen Zhen? I remember she seemed to drink a lot."

Steward: "Miss Ye is okay. She got up and ran a few laps in the morning."

Song Dynasty felt that he would never want to drink in front of Ye Zhen anymore, his dignity as an older brother would be lost.

He went to take a shower, changed clothes and went downstairs. He saw his dad and his sister in the living room, his dad was reading magazines on the first floor, and his sister was eating cakes and medical books. He waved when he saw him. Little Fork: "Brother, you finally woke up. It was fun that you went drunk and crazy last night."

Song Chao turned his head seriously: "...Dad, I'm hungry, I want to eat."

Song Gan finally raised his head and glanced at him, gloomy and cold: "I'm not going to find food when I'm so old?"

Song Dynasty: ...QAQ obviously sister every time he uses this trick, his dad will call for dinner! Forget it, my sister really wants to be spoiled.

He went to the kitchen by himself, and when he came out he brought a plate of fruit to fill his stomach, and his stomach was uncomfortable and he wanted to eat something light.

But Ye Zhen said: "I rented a house near the Medical University, and I will move there when I am done."

Song Chao was startled. He lost all his appetite now. He looked at Ye Zhen and said, "Sister, why do we want to move? Why do we have to move if we live well?"

Even Song Gan squeezed his hand holding the magazine tightly. The veiled joy that lasted all night and all morning collapsed completely. He did not look at Ye Zhen, his eyes fell on the page, but he read a word. Not enter.

Ye Zhen said: "Brother, I know you are good for me and worry about me, but I have bothered you for a long time. Besides, now I am an adult and I am able to take care of myself."

Song Chao immediately said, "Don't bother, why are you bothering? What are you saying to bother? And ah, you are only eighteen. Can you take care of yourself when you live alone? Can you cook, wash and sell vegetables? Most importantly, Zhen Zhen, are you really going to leave me and dad alone and be happy?"

Song Gan glanced at the Song Dynasty, and for the first time felt that this cheap son was a bit useful even though he was owed.

Ye Zhen: "...I didn't leave you behind, and I will live on campus when school starts, and I will eat in the cafeteria at that time. No problem, I can take care of myself.

Song Chao was shocked: "You are going to leave, don't you leave us? Isn't it, Dad?"

Song Gan did not respond. He looked at Ye Zhen, and Ye Zhen also looked at him. She smiled and said, "Song Gan, I will come back to see you in the future, and I will never break my words if I said to honor you."

Song Gan tightened his fingers and said lightly, "I said you can stay."

Ye Zhen shook his head: "No, you and your brother are good to me, I can't rely on you."

Song Gan retracted his gaze, he looked at the vague writing, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, you can afford ten of my Song family."

Ye Zhen said, "I can't try my best to take advantage because you have money."

Song Dynasty was sad: "Zhen Zhen, do you really want to leave?"

Ye Zhen nodded: "Well, I have to go."

Song Qian tried his best to restrain himself and didn't crush the magazine in his hand.

He didn't eat a few bites for lunch and went back to the study to start smoking again.

He decided not to avoid her, treat her well, pet her, and protect her, but she was leaving.

As long as he thinks that there is no Ye Zhen in this place, he feels cold and breathless.

In the afternoon, Ye Zhen brought a cup of nourishing soup and some fruits but looked for Songgan in the study. She said that he hadn't eaten a few bites of food at noon, so he must be hungry now.

Give him some soup, but he eats the fruit by himself.

Song Gan lowered his eyes and took a few sips, then inadvertently looked at the bright girl: "Really leaving?"

Ye Zhen nodded: "Yeah."

He quietly drank a cup of soup, Ye Zhen finished eating the fruit, he suddenly raised his head: "Ye Zhen, you can stay."

Ye Zhen looked at him, pursed his lips and smiled: "Song Gan, why do you keep letting me stay? You really treat me as a daughter?"