The Transmigrating Beauty is Poisonous

His **** girl said that she has someone she likes.

Song Gan felt that his heart sank into the abyss. Song Dynasty said that he should only listen to it, because he had imagined that Ye Zhen's future is full of flowers, and she will have the best future and meet The best person. But he didn't know that when Ye Zhen personally admitted that it would make him so...painful.

He slammed his heart, breathing quickly, and coughing violently. The white porcelain spoon he held in his hand fell to the ground, his hand shook, and even the white porcelain cup was knocked over.

The soup splashed and spilled over the table, sliding down the table.

Ye Zhen came over in exclamation and pushed him to get away, but he didn't let the hot soup spill over him.

She squatted over his legs and asked him worriedly, "Songgan, are you okay?"

Song Gan looked at her, he suddenly grabbed her hand, very hard, but his voice was so soft that he just opened his lips, calling her with his lips: Zhen Zhen.

Ye Zhen held him backhand, "Song Gan?"

He looked gloomy as a whole, and even the quiet room seemed to be rendered by his low mood, becoming cramped and terrifying.

"Do you like him? How much?"

Ye Zhen said, "I like it very much."

"...How do you like it?"

She answered firmly and earnestly: "I want to be together for a lifetime."

He suddenly lost his strength, his eyes were dark, and he let go of her hand. Ye Zhen looked at him and was about to withdraw, but he suddenly squeezed her tightly: "If, if...I said if..."

Ye Zhen looked at him suspiciously: "Huh? What if?"

Song Gan felt that his throat was blocked by something. It was clearly what he wanted to say the most. It was clearly his most sincere confession. He had told her countless times in his dream, but at this moment, he just said Not export.

He is very old and crippled.

He squeezed his leg violently, squeezed it tightly, hating and hating it.

Ye Zhen said: "Song Gan, are you worried about me? Don't worry, I have understood. He is a very good person. I like him very much. I want to confess to him. If I succeed, I won't live there. Up."

Song Gan's heartbeat freezes again: "...you want to leave?"

Ye Zhen smiled and said, "Song Gan, do you also hope that I can find a good man to get married and start a family, right? When I get married, naturally I can't live there before."

Song Gan held her tighter, he felt that he was too hard, she should feel pain, but she couldn't see the slightest difference in the way she was smiling, but what she said made him feel like a knife.

Of course he has always hoped that his **** girl can find a good man to marry, treat her well, pet her, love her, and love her... But he likes to hold her warm hand, likes to see her smile, likes her full of vigor The figure, I like the appearance of her working hard.

He even remembered those two dreams clearly. In the dream, she looked at him obsessively. She kissed him on the cheek and lips. She would hold his hand to sleep and call out his name in a sweet voice: Song Dry, Songkran, Songkran.

Every sentence is filled with joy, and every sentence is his.

But then no matter how serious he went to bed, no matter how many times he read her name in his dream before going to bed, read it over and over again, and read it word by word, but she no longer appeared, the dream was cold, and when he woke up, desolate.

He could not imagine that if his world did not have her at all and lost her, he would really be worse than dead.

Time was long for him, but only when he was with his **** girl, he felt that he disappeared too quickly every minute.

At least at this moment, he could no longer let go of her hand.

He looked down at Ye Zhen who was quietly looking at him, grabbing his thigh and letting go. He smoothed the broken hair on her forehead, and for the first time he really called him to say the words countless times in his heart: " Zhen Zhen."

Ye Zhen hummed, bending his eyes and laughing: "Song Gan, it's best to listen to me when you call me Zhen Zhen."

Song Gan said, "Zhen Zhen, I never wanted to be your father."

"Then Uncle Song?"

"No."

"what is that?"

He looked at her with a little seriousness and nervousness in his deep eyes. He opened his eyes very quickly, and he hardly dared to look at each other.

Ye Zhen shook his hand, and he finally turned his head back, perhaps because he felt that he had no hope, or he wanted to keep the only love in his life, he was finally willing to confide in his heart, intermittently, full of affection.

"...I don't know when I will start...I am all thinking of you..."

"Zhen Zhen, you live in my heart."

He was very nervous, and the hand holding Ye Zhen began to sweat again, and even his face became pale after illness. Although he was still handsome and vigorous, he had a stiff and straight chest, and there was time at the end of his eyes. The lines.

Ye Zhen looked at him, suddenly laughed, closed his eyes and moved closer: "Song Gan, you give me a kiss."

Song Gan froze in a nervous and frightened look. His pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at her white and beautiful face. Ye Zhen opened his eyes and curled his lips: "You kissed before, don't you kiss now?"

Song Gan almost pressed her throat and called her: "Ye Zhen!"

"Huh? I like you to call me Zhen Zhen."

"……you you!"

He spoke incoherently, holding her hand and looking at her tightly, his whole person was shaking slightly, as if confirming something, confirming something very anxiously.

Ye Zhen smiled and hugged his neck, his lips pressed to his ear: "Fool, Song Gan, you are so stupid."

She rubbed his cheek against him, and said joyfully: "Song Gan, I want to live in your heart for the rest of my life."

"...In a lifetime?"

"Ok."

Song Gan couldn't tell how he felt at the moment, he only knew that from then on, he didn't need to hide and eat popping candy by himself.

He no longer needs to pray for him to meet his girl in a dream, he can tell her all the thoughts he has hidden for a long time.

He could call her every day: Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen, Zhenzhen.

"Zhen Zhen."

"Ok."

She held him and sat on his lap, "Songgan, go to the window."

He turned her wheelchair to take her over, she drew open the curtains and saw the heavy rain outside the window, and the water was falling down the window. She smiled and looked up at him: "Song Gan, you kiss me."

Song Gan looked at her slightly upturned face and saw that her delicate eyebrows were full of warmth. His slender fingers touched her cheeks with broken hair, and his rough palms gently held her face, bowed his head, gently touching her eyebrows. The seal of a kiss.

"Zhen Zhen."

She opened her eyes, leaned on his shoulder, and dangled her suspended legs gently.

He held her tightly, and his fast beating heart never stopped. He kept looking down at her, as if confirming that this was not another of his dreams.

He finally drew some sense of reason and asked her: "I was ill before. Are you back?"

"Ok."

"It turned out not to be a dream, so I never dreamed of you afterwards."

"Silly Songgan."