Song Qian had never been romantically involved with anyone when he was young, and he closed himself off after the car accident. In his thirty-six years of life, for the first time in his thirty-six years, the one who could affect his mind was the bastard girl in front of him who didn't know how high the world was.
She is only eighteen, young, immature, and as bright as the rising sun. She has the best life and the best future. If she works hard enough and has enough talent, she will meet the best people.
Song Qian curled his lower lip slightly and took the wine glass in her hand aside.
He would protect his bastard girl whenever she needed her.
"Carry Ye Zhen back to the room."
The assistant came forward and carried Ye Zhen upstairs. The housekeeper came to push Song Qian, but Song Qian waved him aside: "Let the kitchen cook some hangover soup."
The housekeeper hummed and walked to the kitchen. He couldn't help but look back. Seeing Song Qian turning his wheelchair and following behind Ye Zhen, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing slightly.
Song Qian thought that no one knew his thoughts.
But the assistant and housekeeper had been with Song Qian for at least ten years. They knew him so well, how could they not see his hidden thoughts
In the same way, because he knew it, he could feel the despair and 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 was unable to take a step to get closer to the girl he liked.
The drunk girl fell into a deep sleep after getting on the bed. She huddled up and buried her face in the quilt. Song Qian pulled the quilt for her and tucked it under his delicate chin. His sweet breath spread 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 sobering soup in a thermos cup and placed it on the bedside. He whispered: "Sir, it's very late. Can I send you up to rest?"
Song Qian said coldly: "Bring me another cup of hot water."
The housekeeper 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 light from the corridor shone in. You could clearly see the man in the wheelchair looking intently at the girl on the bed. He would occasionally pull the quilt for her. On a hot day, he would She was covered tightly.
Ye Zhen was kicked out of the quilt several times due to the heat, but after a while she was always covered again.
She struggled to open her eyes and saw the man sitting in front of the bed. She was not surprised or afraid, but said sadly: "Song Qian, don't want a quilt."
Song Qian was startled. He took back his hand and wanted to leave immediately, but found that her eyes were still dazed and she was still drunk. He said in a calm voice: "You drank, be careful of catching a cold."
"hot."
"It'll be fine in a moment."
"hot!"
"no."
Ye Zhen suddenly struggled out her hands from the quilt, and held his hand that was pressed on the quilt, "I don't want the quilt!" She kicked the quilt away with her two feet, flicked it, and threw it directly to the bottom of the bed. .
Song Qian: "..."
She huddled there sideways, holding his palm tightly with her two small hands, smiling lightly with her red cheeks, closing her eyes, and fell asleep again within a few seconds.
Song Qian looked at her and felt that the strength in her hand was getting weaker and weaker. She placed a weak and boneless hand on the back of his hand. He lowered his eyes for a long time and then took out his hand.
The housekeeper finally brought boiled water. Ye Zhen drank a few sips of water and a few sips of hangover soup, and soon fell asleep again.
The housekeeper picked up the cool quilt on the ground and put it next to the bed.
Song Qian said: "Let's go."
He looked at Song Chao. Song Chao was sleeping like a dead pig. The quilt was kicked to the ground. The assistant picked it up and threw it on him. Song Qian wheeled the wheelchair upstairs.
He lay on the bed, the bright room empty and silent.
He held the rustling popping candy in his hand, and when he remembered the warmth of the girl holding his hand, and the way she kissed him with her red cheeks, his gloomy expression softened, and he curved his lips and smiled secretly and cautiously.
Early the next morning, Song Chao lay dazed on the bed with his head in pain. He looked at the time and saw that it was already eleven o'clock. He drank a bowl of Uncle Butler's hangover soup and said, "I seemed to have drunk too much last night."
The housekeeper said: "Yes, you hugged the table leg and called me daddy all night."
Song Dynasty: "...?!_(:3ゝ∠)_"
Impossible, he is so wise and powerful, it is impossible for him to do such a 2b thing!
The housekeeper said, "We all saw it, and so did Mr. Ye."
Song Dynasty: "..." I'm going to die! "Where's Zhen Zhen? I remember that she seemed to drink quite a lot."
Butler: "Ms. Ye is fine. She got up and ran a few laps in the morning."
Song Chao felt that he never wanted to drink in front of Ye Zhen again, as his dignity as an elder brother was gone.
He went to take a shower, changed his clothes and went downstairs. He saw his father and sister in the living room. His father was reading a magazine on the first floor, and his sister was eating cake and reading medical books. She waved when she saw him. Little Chazi: "Brother, you finally woke up. You were so drunk last night that it was so fun."
Song Chao turned his head seriously: "...Dad, I'm hungry, I want to eat."
Song Qian finally raised his head and glanced at him, with a gloomy and cold voice: "You're so old and you don't know how to find food?"
Song Dynasty: ... qaq Obviously every time my sister uses this trick, his father will call for dinner! Forget it, my sister does have to be pampered.
He went to the kitchen by himself and came out with a plate of fruit to fill his stomach. He felt uncomfortable in his stomach and wanted to eat something light.
But I heard Ye Zhen say: "I rented a house near the Medical University and will move there after I pack it up."
Song Chao was shocked, and now he had no appetite. He looked at Ye Zhen and said, "Sister, why do you want to move? Why do we need to move when we live well?"
Even Song Qian's hand holding the magazine tightened. The vague joy that lasted all night and all morning completely collapsed. He didn't look at Ye Zhen. His eyes fell on the page of the book, but he couldn't read a single word. Not entering.
Ye Zhen said: "Brother, I know you do your best for me and worry about me, but I have been bothering you for a long time. Besides, now that I am an adult, I am able to take care of myself."
Song Chao immediately said: "Don't disturb, how can you disturb? What can our family say to disturb! Also, you are only eighteen, can you take care of yourself when you live alone? Can you cook, wash and sell vegetables? The most important thing is, Zhen Zhen, do you really want to leave me and dad alone to be happy?"
Song Qian glanced at Song Chao, and for the first time he felt that this cheap son was of some use even though he was incompetent.
Ye Zhen: "... I have not abandoned you, and I will live on campus when school starts. I will eat in the cafeteria then. It will be no problem. I can take care of myself."
Song Chao was shocked: "You are leaving, aren't you abandoning us? Isn't it, Dad?"
Song Qian did not respond. He looked at Ye Zhen, who also looked at him. She smiled slightly and said, "Song Qian, I will come back to see you in the future. I will never break my promise to honor you."
Song Qian tightened his fingers slightly and said calmly: "I said you can stay."
Ye Zhen shook her head: "No, you and your brother are good to me, I can't rely on you."
Song Qian withdrew his gaze and looked at the blurry writing, "It doesn't matter, you can afford to raise ten of us in the Song family anyway."
Ye Zhen said: "I can't take advantage of you just because you have money."
Song Chao was very sad: "Zhen Zhen, do you really want to leave?"
Ye Zhen nodded: "Yes, I have to go."
Song Qian tried his best to restrain himself from crumpling the magazine in his hand.
He didn't take a few bites of lunch, so he returned to the study and started smoking again.
He just decided not to run away from her, to be nice to her, to pamper her, to protect her, but she was about to leave.
Just thinking about Ye Zhen no longer in this place made him feel so cold that he could hardly breathe.
In the afternoon, Ye Zhen brought a cup of tonic soup and some fruits to Song Qian in the study. She said that he must be hungry now that he hadn't eaten a few bites at noon.
He was given soup to drink, but he ate the fruit by himself.
Song Qian lowered his eyes and took a few sips, then looked at the bright girl casually: "Do you really want to leave?"
Ye Zhen nodded: "Yes."
He drank a cup of soup quietly. After Ye Zhen finished the fruit, he suddenly looked up: "Ye Zhen, you can stay."
Ye Zhen looked at him, pursed her lips and smiled: "Song Qian, why do you keep asking me to stay? Do you really treat me as your daughter?"