Please let her act on beauty

Chapter 642 Scheming Girls Are Alluring 77-80
What's more, he hides his thoughts like that, which shows his "dare not".

Song Chao couldn't even tell. He told Song Qian about the boy Rao Rao liked, whether he didn't want to have "too late regrets", or hoped that his father could sit down and get mentally prepared earlier.

He scratched his hair, and after so many comfortable days, it was rare for him to be so anxious.

On the third day after that, the butler replaced Song Qian to deliver a nutritious lunch and dessert to Rao Rao, and then Rao Rao learned from the housekeeper uncle that Song Qian was ill and his fever was too high to go out. He took medicine and should be sleeping now .

Rao Rao was silent for a moment, and said: "Uncle Housekeeper, help me tell Song Qian to let him recuperate well, and I will go back to see him in two days."

The housekeeper hesitated to speak, but nodded helplessly.

He put down his things and went back. As soon as he arrived at Song's house, his assistant came to call him, saying that Mr. Song was looking for him.

There is almost no need to guess, the butler knows that Song Qian is looking for him to ask about Rao Rao. He went upstairs, but the man lying on the bed silently did not say a word. In the past, when Song Qian was in a bad mood, the room was filled with smoke. The taste is now faintly sweet, and he saw the red candy paper that he pinched in the palm of his hand, the knuckles turned blue and white when he pinched it so tightly.

Song Qian looked at him with hope in his eyes.

Housekeeper: "Miss Ye said, I hope your husband will recover well, and she will come back to see you in two days."

Song Qian let go of his palms and closed his eyes, "Okay, let's go out."

……

Song Qian's fever didn't go away, he was so sick that he was in a daze, and at night he propped himself up and drank a bowl of porridge, and fell asleep after taking the medicine.

There was a heavy rainstorm at night, and the pouring rain crackled the windows. Accompanied by the sound of the rain, thunderstorms roared and lightning roared through the sky from time to time.

Song Qian was drowsy, unconscious, opened his eyes, and saw the girl he had read and recited sitting beside the bed, looking at him without blinking.

Just being looked at by her is very beautiful, so beautiful that he can't tell whether it is a dream or reality, even if it is a dream, it is so beautiful that it is thrilling.

Calling the person he had been thinking about for a long time: "Rao Rao..."

His young girl complained to him: "Let you take good care of your illness, why is it getting worse?"

He looked at her and stretched out his hand. She stretched out her hand to hold him, and said flatly, "Song Qian, I don't like the way you look sick. Take care of yourself and don't get sick."

He held her soft little hand and said seriously, "Okay."

"Then get well soon."

"it is good."

She looked at him and smiled.

His bastard girl had a pretty smile, her round eyes were curved like crescent moons, her pink lips were cutely pursed, her beautiful face was radiant and brilliant, she was his little sun.

"Rao Rao."

"Ok?"

He closed his eyes, the moment was so beautiful, so beautiful that he thought time would stop at this moment forever.

Rao Rao leaned on the pillow to look at him, he opened his eyes, and saw the girl who was close at hand.

Because it's a dream, he can look at her unscrupulously, see her delicate eyebrows, delicate nose, small lips and chin, fingers stroke the hair on her cheeks, she purses her lips and smiles, holding his hand in her arms Li, suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

The girl's sweetness came over his face, and he looked at her in surprise.

She called him: "Song Qian."

"Rao Rao..."

She moved closer again, this time kissing the corner of his lips.

Song Qian blinked his eyes, his lips were soft and sweet, and in his eyes was the beautiful red face of a young girl.

He closed his eyes and embraced his maiden with trembling hands.

Rao Rao.

As soon as dawn dawned, Song Qian opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright, he suddenly propped himself up in a panic and looked around the room, only to see that the room was empty.

"Come on, come on!"

The assistant immediately pushed the door open and entered the room, "Sir, what's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

Song Qian said coldly, "Did anyone come here last night?"

The assistant thought for a while and said, "No."

Song Qian's palms tightened and released suddenly, he rubbed his forehead, poured out all his strength at once, and lay back on the bed again.

The assistant said again: "Miss Ye made two phone calls to ask how your condition is. I hope you will take care of yourself and get well soon."

Song Qian hummed quietly, then waved his hand to drive him away.

The assistant left the room, and when he went downstairs, he saw the butler standing by the fish tank and sprinkled the fish feed. He walked over quickly and said in a low voice, "Just now, as soon as the husband woke up, he asked me if anyone had been here. I said no, and the husband was very disappointed." .”

The housekeeper smiled and was a little relieved: "I told Ms. Ye before that my husband was ill. I saw that Ms. Ye didn't respond, so I just asked me to come back with a sentence... Although I know this is the result that my husband wants, I still can't help feeling a little resentful." Ms. Ye doesn't care enough about her husband, after all, he treats her so well, I didn't expect her to sneak back at night, I knew that Ms Ye was smart, and she would definitely be able to guess what Mr. Ye was thinking."

The assistant nodded and said, "Since that's the case, it's better to make it clear."

The housekeeper shook his head: "Mr. knows that Ms. Ye has a boy she likes and can hold back, even if he said it, he probably wouldn't dare. Now it seems... It seems that Ms. Ye knows Mr. better than us."

As long as he can't let go, he has the courage to face it.

The weather is not so good these few days, it is windy and rainy every day, the road is wet, Song Qian sat by the window for a long time, his mind is full of his girl, thinking of the dream last night, everything in the dream makes him feel sad His heart beats, makes him addicted.

But that was just a dream.

He started to sleep seriously, wanting to see his girl again in his dream.

……

In the evening, Rao Rao really came back. She asked Song Qian that his condition was better than yesterday, and his fever had dropped to 38 degrees. After taking medicine, he was now resting in his room. Of course, when he woke up, he asked if anyone had been there. Of course, they said no. Sir looks disappointed.

Rao Rao smiled and said thank you.

Song Qian's health is not very good. He doesn't cherish himself. He has been tortured in a wheelchair for nearly ten years, which has made his body's resistance worse and worse. Even if he quit smoking recently and eats seriously, his body hasn't recovered much, let alone He is under too much pressure, and it is difficult to get better once he gets sick.

After taking the medicine at night, he fell into a deep sleep. Before going to sleep, he was still thinking about the dream of last night. He knew that as long as he read about someone for a long time, he would be able to dream about her.

Rao Rao.

Rao Rao.

Rao Rao.

……

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When he opened his eyes in his dream, he saw his girl.

She sat in front of the bed, holding a medical book in her hand, with a gentle and serious expression. When she saw him wake up, she closed the book, and touched his forehead with her tender palm: "It seems to be much better."

He pulled her palm down and held it tightly, "Rao Rao."

"Ah."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine soon."

"Well, Song Qian, if you have anything wrong, I will be sad."

Song Qian felt as if he had eaten popping candy, and his heart was filled with sweetness that he couldn't get rid of.

"Rao Rao, I won't make you sad."

"Forever?"

"In my lifetime."

"This is what you said, I remember it!"

Rao Rao laughed, she lay down beside the bed, and yawned a little: "I'm so tired, I haven't slept well recently, I want to sleep for a while."

Song Qian patted her head and said yes.

She lay there looking at him, and suddenly approached him, closed her eyes and said, "Song Qian, give me a kiss."

Song Qian saw the girl's face close at hand, saw her flushed cheeks and trembling eyelashes, and thought of her sweet and fragrant smell. He suppressed the rapid beating of his heart, and carefully touched her smooth forehead.

Just a moment.

Very light and shallow.

Careful and full of pity.

Rao Rao's heart tightened slightly, and she raised her arms to hug his neck.

"Song Qian."

"Ah."

Song Qian had been unwilling to wake up in his sleep, but in the early morning he was awakened by the thunder that resounded across the sky. He opened his eyes suddenly, and he saw only a desolate room, a girl sleeping in a daze beside the bed. Gone again.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly swung the desk lamp to the ground!

The assistant pushed the door open and entered, and saw the man with a handsome face full of gloom and pain in his eyes, like a trapped animal.

From his red eyes, his voice was eerie: "Get out, get out!"

The assistant bowed his head and closed the door.After a while, he heard the sound of something breaking inside the house.

Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, he couldn't help but sighed.

Song Qian still couldn't hold back and called Rao Rao. On the phone, her voice was cheerful and vaguely worried: "Song Qian, has your fever gone?"

Song Qian stroked his heart, feeling that the depression in his heart was soothed at this moment: "Yes."

"That's good, I'm still worried."

He snorted coldly: "I'm in good health, don't worry about it."

Rao Rao curled her lips: "Alright then, since you've recovered from your illness, I'll come back on the weekend."

Song Qian: "..."

"Let's not talk about it, I have to go to class, you are so old, you have to take care of yourself, don't worry me."

She hung up the phone, and Song Qian's face darkened.

Sure enough, Rao Rao didn't go back to Song's house in the next few days, but called the housekeeper. Knowing that Song Qian was in a bad mood, she got angry at home several times and asked her if she wanted to go back?

Rao Rao said: "I told Song Qian that I will be back on the weekend."

She suppressed her thoughts and was busy studying, applying to her laboratory, and writing papers.

She was so busy that Song Chao came to pick her up on weekends.

She got into the car and fell asleep right away.

Song Chao glanced at her, muttering in his heart that he must have stayed up all night again. He adjusted the air conditioner and put a blanket on Rao Rao. The car drove steadily, and the 40-minute journey took nearly an hour to arrive.

Song Qian sat in the living room with a cold face. After being ill for a few days, he looked much thinner, but his cold aura remained undiminished, and his Rao Rao eyes were deep and deep.

Rao Rao ran to his side to have a look: "Song Qian, you've lost weight."

He said oh.

Rao Rao said: "You have to eat more and make up for it."

The dinner was very rich, but Song Qian didn't seem to have a good appetite. He ate a few mouthfuls, and he didn't move much when Rao Rao gave him food. Rao Rao looked at him worriedly and said, "Is it because I'm sick that I don't have much appetite? ? Song Qian, do you have anything to eat?"

Song Qian looked up at her: "No."

"why?"

……

Of course it's because of you bastard girl!
Song Chao looked at his father, then at his sister, and buried himself in the meal.

Because Song Qian didn't eat much, Ye Zhen sent him a cup of soup after nine o'clock in the evening. Not long after he recovered, the table was full of documents waiting for him to deal with. Seeing Rao Rao coming in, he just raised the gift and looked up. , and then looked down at the document at hand, it was hard to say whether he read it or not.

Rao Rao put the soup on his face: "Drink quickly."

Song Qian glanced at the white porcelain cup, and Rao Rao had already sat down in front of him, eating the fruit bite by bite.

He finally couldn't hold back: "I heard from Song Chao that you have a boy you like?"

Rao Rao nodded immediately, and said happily, "Yes, I have someone I like."

His bastard girl said that she has someone she likes.

Song Qian felt that his heart sank into the abyss all of a sudden. Speaking of Song Chao, he only listened to it, because he had already imagined that Rao Rao's future would be bright and prosperous.

She will have the best future and meet the best people.

But he didn't know that when Rao Rao confessed, it would make him so...unbearably painful.

He clutched his heart violently, breathed heavily, coughed violently, the white porcelain spoon in his hand fell to the ground, his hand shook, and even the white porcelain cup was knocked over.

The soup splashed down, spilled all over the table, and slid down the table.

Rao Rao screamed over and pushed him out of the way, so as not to let the hot soup spill all over him.

She squatted beside his legs and asked him worriedly: "Song Qian, are you okay?"

Song Qian looked at her, he suddenly grabbed her hand, very hard, but his voice was so soft that he just opened his lips and called her with the shape of his lips: Rao Rao.

Rao Rao held him backhanded, "Song Qian?"

He looked gloomy, and even the quiet room seemed to be rendered cramped and scary by his low mood.

"You like him? How much?"

Rao Rao said, "I like it very much."

"...I like it very much, how much do I like it?"

She answered firmly and earnestly: "I want to be together forever."

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

Rao Rao looked at him suspiciously: "Huh? What if?"

Song Qian felt as if his throat was blocked by something, obviously it was what he most wanted to say, obviously it was his most sincere confession, obviously he said it to her countless times in his dream, but at this moment, he just said Not exported.

He is very old and crippled.

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

Rao Rao said: "Song Qian, are you worried about me? Don't worry, I've got to know him. He is a very good person. I like him very much. I want to confess to him. If it succeeds, I won't live there. gone."

Song Qian's heartbeat froze again: "...you want to go?"

Rao Rao smiled and said, "Song Qian, you also hope that I can find a good man to marry and start a family, right? When I get married, I will naturally not be able to live there before."

Song Qian held her tighter, he felt that he was using too much force, she should feel the pain, but there was nothing wrong with the way she smiled, but what she said made his heart feel like a knife.

Of course he always hoped that his bastard girl could find a good man to marry, treat her well, pamper her, protect her, love her and love her...

But he likes to hold her warm hand, likes to see her smile, likes her vigorous figure, likes her appearance of working hard to live.

He even clearly remembered those two dreams. In the dream, she looked at him with attachment, she kissed his cheek and lips, she would hold his hand to sleep, and the sweet voice called out his name: Song Qian, Song Qian, Song Qian.

Every sentence is full of joy, and every sentence is all about him.

But later no matter how seriously he went to sleep, no matter how many times he read her name in his dream before going to sleep, over and over again, word by word, she never appeared again. desolate.

(End of this chapter)