Villain: Marrying A Vegetative Heroine, Crazy Posting

"Tomorrow night, I will wait for you at the Shanghai Metro Station."

"No matter how late it is, I will wait for you. Keep waiting, keep waiting..."

Although Lin Xuan never looked back.

But Bai Susu still shouted several times in succession to ensure that Lin Xuan could hear him, until the other party's back completely disappeared.

Immediately afterwards.

The girl turned around in despair. She had to go home and pack her luggage first to prepare for the long elopement life in the future.

As for the possibility of Lin Xuan not coming to the subway station tomorrow night...

almost none! ! !

Bai Susu firmly believes in this.

She is 95% sure that the other party will definitely come.

Because there are inseparable emotions between her and Lin Xuan...

Bond! ! !

...........

the other side.

"This woman is simply a self-motivated brainiac!"

"Forget it, try to stay away from now on! Leave it to Su Fan to deal with the headache, but..."

"It seems that because of the butterfly effect she triggered, she and Su Fan have not even had the slightest interaction with each other now."

"..."

Ignoring the shouts of the girl behind him, Lin Xuan recalled the plot.

He suddenly realized that it was because of his own reasons.

Today, the Su Family is not only safe and sound, but its power has also grown to a higher level.

This also makes there no longer any hatred of genocide between Su Fan and the Lin family and Bai family.

Triggered a series of chain reactions......

This is why Bai Susu lost the reason to turn black, and even completely lost her interaction with the protagonist.

"It's my fault! Brother, I didn't mean to compete with you for your confidante~~"

After thinking about it, Lin Xuan returned to the Su Family Manor.

Along the way, everything you saw was decorated with lights and colors, and the manor was stained with a lot of red makeup.

Especially the two red couplets posted at the entrance of the villa and the several red lanterns hanging on the top are full of festive atmosphere.

all of these.

Lin Xuan is reminded of the fact that he is about to become a "husband".

"Hello Mr. Lin."

"Mr. Lin, you are back."

"Mr. Lin, should we change our name to your uncle?"

"..."

After greeting the servants in the manor one by one.

Lin Xuan came to the second floor with a smile and pushed open the familiar girl's boudoir.

"Qingge, good morning."

He walked to the hospital bed and looked at the sleeping girl with a beautiful face.

Lin Xuan habitually sat by the bed and held the girl's white and tender hand.

At the same time, I felt the "Tie Tie" points in my mind constantly increasing automatically, and I couldn't help but feel very good.

This is the happy time he looks forward to most every day.

You can not only "stick" with the sweet-smelling girls, but also easily earn "sticking" points.

If life can go on like this, Lin Xuan thinks it's actually not bad.

In the dark prison of consciousness...

Su Qingge was originally in a bored daze.

(｀・ω・´).

Sudden.

She heard Lin Xuan's voice and was happy but also a little overwhelmed.

Because tomorrow she will get married to the person in front of her.

This left her a little confused, and she still doesn't know how to get along with Lin Xuan...

However, her little hand still struggled a little, and she signaled Lin Xuan to let go of her, and brought her pen and paper.

Su Qingge immediately held the pen in his hand and wrote on the white paper:

[Good morning. ]

Although Su Qingge's body has not fully recovered yet and she cannot even lift her hands,

But her right palm was able to move freely.

So Lin Xuan had an idea last night. He disliked the slow speed of communication by writing on the palm of his hand, and suggested that the girl could communicate directly through words on paper.

After a short period of adaptation, Su Qingge quickly mastered the trick and was able to write smoothly on white paper.

Her wrist was dancing gently, like a dancing butterfly, and the words were flowing across the paper, as if every word was breathing, beating, and blooming with life.

"How can a good-looking person write so beautifully? (♥∀♥)"

At first, Lin Xuan found it very interesting and felt that he had found a new way to communicate with the girl.

But soon.

He unconsciously had the face of an old man on the subway, feeling as if he shot himself in the foot.

Because Su Qingge kept writing on the paper.

Lin Xuan suddenly discovered that...

I can't hold the other person's tender hand so easily.

Because the girl no longer needs to communicate with him through the palm of her hand.

Lin Xuan was too embarrassed to forcefully hold the opponent's hand, and shamelessly asked the opponent to give up the more efficient method and write in his palm, right? !

Fortunately, there are policies from above and countermeasures from below.

Since we spend less time holding hands, we spend more time doing massaging. As time goes by, it seems that the points are accumulating faster~~

After all, the contact range of hands, how can the contact range of body be so comprehensive and fragrant~~

Yoxi~~

A blessing in disguise~~

At this time.

Perhaps sensing that Lin Xuan didn't respond, Su Qingge was a little confused and asked on the paper:

[What's wrong? Why don't you speak? Not happy? ]

See this.

Lin Xuan laughed, scratched his head, and responded jokingly:

"No, I was too happy."

"Just now I was admiring your beauty, and I became a little distracted."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... My wife is so beautiful! The fish sinks and the geese fall, the moon is shy of the flowers, the hibiscus emerges from the water, the country and the city are captivated..."

As soon as these disgusting words came out.

The pen in Su Qing's singer trembled unconsciously, drawing a horizontal line on the white paper, feeling confused.

Oops~~

What is Lin Xuan talking about?

Humph, shameless. o(*////▽////*)q

How could it be so exaggerated to talk about appreciating beauty in a prosperous age? !

And he actually peeked at me, no wonder I always feel a little uncomfortable.

now.

In Su Qingge's mind, there seemed to be a picture of Lin Xuan with a smile on her lips and scanning her body up and down with "strange" eyes.

I’m so embarrassed~~(✿◡‿◡)

If she could move now, she would definitely be tempted to find a hole to hide...

In fact, the girl's guess was not bad. Lin Xuan was peeping at the moment...

No, he was looking at Su Qingge's graceful figure with "appreciative" eyes.

That graceful and graceful figure...

That butt, that pineapple...

One word, perfect!

؏؏☝ᖗ乛◡乛ᖘ☝؏؏

Of course, this was when Su Qingge couldn't open her eyes...

Only Lin Xuan can look at things so openly, beautify his eyes and cultivate his sentiments.

He is often troubled.

What if Su Qingge wakes up in the future and can't be so presumptuous?

After all, in front of girls, you still have to pay attention to your image and not be too piggy.

Don’t forget, we are a gentleman~~~

Perhaps it was Lin Xuan's eyes that were too naked. (♥∀♥)

Even Su Qingge, who was in the dark space of consciousness, always felt uncomfortable, as if a big bad wolf was drooling (¯﹃¯) and staring at him eagerly.

There is an illusion that he will pounce on him in the next second and eat him dry.

then.

Su Qingge picked up the pen and quickly wrote on the white paper:

[I'm a little cold. ]

[Can you put the quilt on me? ]

Lin Xuan: "......"

Damn you!

It's so sunny outside, I feel so hot all over my body now, where is the cold~~

It's obviously to guard against me~~

"Qingge, I'm sad."

"Do you hate me? Sadness flows back into the river! (Sobbing sound~~~)"

Hear the words.

Su Qingge was a little panicked. She thought that she had gone too far.

Lin Xuan is a gentleman!

How could he be the kind of wretched person I thought he was? !

Impossible, absolutely impossible! ! !

And she actually wasn't disgusted with the other person's gaze.

It's just that I feel a little embarrassed instinctively, not "disgusted" as Lin Xuan thought.

In order to prevent Lin Xuan from overthinking, Su Qingge hurriedly began to explain:

[You misunderstood, I don’t hate you. ]

"Don't hate me? Does this mean...you like me?"

[........]

"Hahaha, I'm not kidding you anymore. Speaking of which! Even if you write blindly, your handwriting is so beautiful. Did you have special training?"

Lin Xuan has a high emotional intelligence and quickly changed the topic.

as expected.

Su Qingge's attention was diverted and he immediately forgot to ask for a quilt.

Just like this, her graceful figure continued to be exposed to Lin Xuan's "appreciative" gaze, and he replied:

[No! Don't be too exaggerated! ]

Su Qingge smiled bitterly in his heart.

I write blindly based on my feelings. If the handwriting is good, it’s good. How could it be so exaggerated as Lin Xuan said?

"I'm not lying to you. Maybe that's what the words mean."

"The font written by the fairy is so perfect no matter what you write."

Lin Xuan smiled playfully and opened his mouth.

Anyway, let’s not worry about what the girl thinks, just praise her as hard as you can.

After all, human nature likes to hear compliments.

No normal person likes to be criticized, so it’s okay to praise.

It's a pity that Lin Xuan forgot that Su Qingge was special. She suffered from male misogyny.

Even though he was a little happy to be praised by Lin Xuan, his evaluation was:

[Glib-tongued and glib. ]

[Is this really your first time falling in love? ]

[This skillful performance is exactly the same as that of some scumbags I have seen? ]

(⊙o⊙)Uh...

Looking at the handwriting that questioned him as a scumbag, Lin Xuan looked very innocent.

After two lifetimes, he is really single. As for the reason, the question is just one word:

"poverty".

"This is too much! Qingge, this is a naked injustice!"

"I just appreciate it..."

"Look at every word you write. There is a kind of elegance and rhythm between the strokes. It seems so coordinated and natural."

"In your writing, every word seems to have its own soul and story, like a speck of dust in the world, carefully carved into a work of art by you."

“Especially when your brush strokes fall on the paper, the graceful gestures swaying between the pen and paper are like a noble dancer dancing on the stage.

"Every word you write is like emerald inlaid in jade, shining brightly."

"This is the legendary beauty writing! It gives people a visual enjoyment and gives others spiritual pleasure."

"Your handwriting is so well written, it seems to have a kind of magic that can make people indulge in it and forget the troubles of the world."

"Watching you write, I'm somehow attracted to...a certain mysterious power of elegance and ease."

"Every stroke you make is just like Qingge yourself, full of confidence and charm, making people irresistible and falling deeper and deeper..."

"..."

Lin Xuan's eyes are not red, his heart is not beating, and he is talking nonsense seriously.

He spoke with gusto and emotion.

But the client on the hospital bed was already overwhelmed by the continuous wave of compliments.

Listening to this, Su Qingge was filled with embarrassment and curled up her white toes unconsciously.

Fortunately, I can't touch the ground now.

Otherwise, she could use her toes to dig out three rooms and one living room from the ground.

Lived for so many years.

She really didn't know that her handwriting was so "6" that she could get such exaggerated praise.

but.......

Even though I knew Lin Xuan was exaggerating.

But Su Qingge still instinctively felt happy.

It's not about right or wrong, it's just human nature.

Maybe in the eyes of others...

Lin Xuan's speech is very outrageous and has the image of a dog-licking speech.

But in the girl's eyes, she just wrote a few words.

Lin Xuan is willing to spend so much words, spend so much time and energy, and rack his brains to praise her and praise her.

The intention behind this flattery was what touched her.

In a word.

Because of Lin Xuan's existence, she is very happy today and can be happy all day long.

That's enough, isn't it? !

[Lin Xuan, always... thank you. ]

[If it weren’t for you, I might not be able to survive today. When I first became a vegetative state, I was desperate, collapsed, and wanted to die. ]

[These days, your company has given me hope and the courage to face the darkness. ]

[I have a lot to say, but a thousand words... turn into one sentence...]

[Thank you. ]

[I owe you my life. ]

...........

Since this was the first time, I solemnly communicated with Lin Xuan in person to express my gratitude.

Although Su Qingge was a little embarrassed.

But still, stroke by stroke, I rarely open my heart and write slowly, as if I want to integrate my gratitude into every word.

"Qingge, you..."

Lin Xuan was still talking non-stop.

Seeing the words containing the girl's gratitude on the white paper, the voice gradually became smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.

At this moment, everything is silent.

The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth curled up unconsciously.

to be honest.

The girl's sincere response made him feel warm.

There is also a little excitement that a girl next door is growing up, and a long time of hard work is finally being rewarded.

Then, Lin Xuan reached out and pinched the girl's pink cheeks, pretending to be teasing:

"Qingge, I accept your thank you."

"But the ancients often said: The grace of saving one's life should be given with one's own body."

"Ahem...I think what our ancestors said makes sense. What do you think?"

Su Qingge was silent for a moment.

Then on the white paper, write down one word:

[good. ]