"You woke up, didn't you?"
The person on the bed, still in that deep sleep state, did not give any response.
Yan Jiang's throat rolled up, and he sucked his nose hard to stop the tears and snot that almost fell. Sitting down by the bed, Yan Jiang looked at Song Fei's ruddy and petite face, and suddenly said: "Song Fei, when you left my house this morning, you were photographed by a reporter."
After Yan Jiang finished speaking, he saw Song Fei's eyelashes trembling. Seeing this, Yan Jiang's mood suddenly became agitated. He squeezed Song Fei's hand, and his voice broke when he spoke again, "It's really you, are you awake, Song Fei?"
Song Fei couldn't pretend anymore, she slowly opened her eyes, and saw a handsome face that was about to cry or not. Song Fei was in a daze. Eight years had passed, and the coward back then hadn't grown much more courageous, but cried more often.
"Why are you crying?" Song Fei snorted contemptuously, "You look so ugly when you cry."
This was the first time Yan Jiang heard Song Fei's voice as an adult, as cold as snow on a high mountain.
He likes it so much!
Yan Jiang suddenly pulled Song Fei into his arms. He pressed Song Fei against his chest, choked up and said, "You're really awake, it's not an illusion, you're really awake!" Only the real Song Fei Only then did she have such an air of arrogance and disdain. When she looked at him, she would always look at him with a look of hatred.
Suddenly being embraced by an adult man, Song Fei felt displeased about being violated. "Release." Song Fei was not used to getting close to people.
Realizing what he had just done, Yan Jiang was embarrassed and guilty. He let go of Song Fei and stepped back, his eyes flickering non-stop, not daring to look directly into Song Fei's eyes.
Song Fei stared at his beautiful and handsome face, and asked with some doubts: "Do you have plastic surgery?"
Yan Jiang hurriedly shook his head, his face flushed. He hastened to explain: "No plastic surgery, just straight teeth." Yan Jiang's teeth were a bit messy before, but after having them corrected, the shape of his mouth has changed a bit, making it look more refined.
Fearing that Song Fei would not believe it, Yan Jiang took the initiative to grin, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth. "Look, are my teeth straightened a lot?"
Song Fei waved her hand in disgust, "Stay away." She was too stupid to look directly at her.
Yan Jiang sat on the side obediently, not daring to make mistakes.
Song Fei leaned against the head of the bed, feeling uncomfortable, so she picked up a pillow and put it behind her waist. Seeing her frown, Yan Jiang said very considerately: "Is the bed uncomfortable? I'll send someone to send a leather bed tomorrow, the kind that can adjust the backrest of the bed."
Song Fei didn't speak, but just stared at him coldly, that look made Yan Jiang feel uneasy, and he didn't dare to speak. In front of Song Fei, Yan Jiang would always be that little coward who was bullied but didn't even have the courage to fight back.
Song Fei suddenly hooked her lips and asked in a dangerous tone: "Wife?"
Yan Jiang: "Huh?" He was a little embarrassed, and he embarrassedly corrected Song Fei: "I'm a man, I should be Lao Lao." Yan Jiang didn't have the guts to say the title of husband, for fear of being hammered.
Song Fei laughed at Yan Jiang's innocent and cute look. "Are you dreaming?"
Thinking of the two days when Yan Jiang was holding her and screaming at each other, Song Fei felt a little complicated. Unexpectedly, this little coward actually liked her, to the point of being paranoid and pathological.
Song Fei questioned Yan Jiang: "Who gave you the courage to call me your wife?"
Yan Jiang's head slammed, it exploded! He looked up in shock, looked at Song Fei in astonishment, and questioned in disbelief: "You've been pretending? When did you wake up?"
"The morning before yesterday." Thinking of something, Song Fei glanced at Yan Jiang's well-dressed appearance, and praised: "The figure is good, but the habit of not wearing clothes is not good."
What's unclothed
After thinking about it carefully, Yan Jiang figured it out. After taking a shower last night, he did come out without any clothes on.
"You peeked at me!" But it was what happened last night. Yan Jiang looked at Song Fei with hurt eyes, "You woke up yesterday? Why didn't you tell me when you woke up! It's fun to play me like this?"
Song Fei sneered, "Then what about you kissing me secretly?"
Yan Jiang covered his mouth.
Song Fei: "I don't know if you did anything disrespectful to me when I was in a coma. I can't see it. Not only are you cowardly, you are also a pervert."
Song Fei's disdainful eyes stimulated Yan Jiang. He lowered his head deeply, and there were a few little hairs shaking on that blue hair, looking a little cute. Song Fei stared at those stupid hairs, endured and endured, and finally restrained the urge to grab them.
Song Fei exposed all the despicable things he did in the past, but Yan Jiang felt a sense of relief. He suddenly raised his head and boldly looked directly at Song Fei, his eyes were unprecedentedly deep.
Meeting Yan Jiang's eyes, Song Fei was a little surprised.
Her hand was suddenly held by Yan Jiang.
Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang silently, without saying a word, but she didn't pull her hand out either.
Yan Jiang's handsome cheeks were slightly red, but his expression was so serious, he was a little reserved and a little embarrassed. Yan Jiang like this exudes an addictive magic power that wants to treat him better.
Song Fei actually felt a little uncomfortable, she wanted to pull her hand out, but Yan Jiang felt her intention, but squeezed even tighter.
Song Fei didn't move.
Looking into Song Fei's glacial and snowy eyes, Yan Jiang's attitude was sincere and his eyes were devout. He said to Song Fei, "I haven't seen you for eight years. Song Fei, I'm Yan Jiang."
Song Fei curled her lips, "No plastic surgery, I can recognize it."
Yan Jiang brewed up a stomach full of truth words, and almost failed. He was quiet and calmed down, before he spoke to Song Fei again, "There is something that I haven't told you all this time."
Song Fei: "Then say it."
Yan Jiang: "Don't rush me."
Song Fei: "Oh."
Yan Jiang: ""
Yan Jiang suddenly didn't know where to start.
The ambiguous atmosphere that was finally created was completely destroyed by Song Fei. Yan Jiang gave up on the romantic route. He said bluntly, "Eight years ago, on your fourteenth birthday, I was the one who stole the love letter into your bag."
Song Fei thought for a while before she remembered such a thing. She gave a faint oh and said, "There are too many love letters, which one is yours?"
Yan Jiang:!
He ground his teeth up and down, and asked expressionlessly, "Too many love letters?"
Song Fei nodded, with a confident appearance that her sister's charm is not lacking in suitors, "Well, you also know that I am smart and beautiful, with many younger sisters and younger brothers, and love letters, isn't it normal?"
Yan Jiang didn't believe it, he said: "Song Ci said, you grew up so old, you only received a love letter on your birthday that year."
Song Fei couldn't hold back her expression, she sneered, "What does that little idiot know!"
Yan Jiang was a little suspicious. He was gloomy and a little depressed. He said: "I wrote the love letter that was two long pages long without a signature, and I wrote it."
520, let me give you one~
(end of this chapter)