I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

These words almost reached Chunle Shui's heart.

It's a pity that he guessed right and there was no little red flower for Song Hanzhang.

He shook his head and explained in a panic: "It's not Hanzhang like this, it's because Lin Xi was drunk and I was just taking care of him, that sentence was just—"

"Take care of him? Use this posture? Take care of him on the bed?" Song Hanzhang interrupted him. He looked up and down at Chun Leshui who was still kneeling on the bed, "Do you think I believe it?"

In fact, this so-called "catching rape in bed" did not make Song Hanzhang particularly satisfied. The scene of catching rape was not salty enough, and he was slightly disappointed that nothing happened between the two of them, but it was enough. Just relying on Chun Leshui to suppress Lin Xi The "evidence" on the bed was enough for him to file for a divorce from his grandfather.

"Or..." Song Hanzhang approached, and opened the corner of his mouth viciously: "Do you think grandpa will believe it?"

When Chun Leshui heard it, she wanted to roll her eyes.

[Hey, Song Hanzhang, are you three years old and just started kindergarten? 】

[What else would you order besides telling the parents? 】

However, relying on his superb acting skills, he forcibly suppressed his eyes into tears, as if awakened by Song Hanzhang's words, he hurriedly let go of Lin Xi.

And Lin Xi on the bed fell into a coma without knowing when.

Chun Leshui held Lin Xi's face in both hands and turned to Song Hanzhang: "Look at the wound on his face, I'm really taking care of him."

Song Hanzhang didn't care about Lin Xi's methods and methods to trick Chun Leshui into bed. He brushed his face lightly, without any emotion in his eyes, and asked indifferently: "Oh? So what? , what does this have to do with me?"

[Scumbag. 】

Chun Leshui let go of his hand angrily, and shook off the quilt to cover Lin Xi. He turned his back to Song Hanzhang, and whispered: "I know, you asked him to come close to me."

"Not too stupid." Song Hanzhang admitted directly.

Chun Leshui bit her lips: "Do you hate me that much?"

"What do you think?" Song Hanzhang approached step by step, he leaned over to look at Chun Leshui's eyes full of disappointment, his dark pupils clearly imprinted his eyes full of hostility, "I shouldn't hate you Do you think I really believe you love me just because you act like this?"

Chun Leshui burst into tears: "I really love you."

"Love me?" Song Hanzhang sneered, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, and call me a scumbag every day, right?"

[Yo, the dog man is quite self-aware. 】

[I still know that I am a scumbag. 】

Chunle shook her head with tears in her eyes.

Song Hanzhang suppressed the sarcastic smile on his face, his cold facial features covered a layer of ice: "Do you think I don't know why you put all your effort into staying in my house? A person like you dreams of flying on a branch to become a phoenix, you Marrying me is not just to obtain the right to inherit my family, but you don't think you deserve it?"

"I do not have."

Song Hanzhang pinched the corner of the phone and patted Chun Leshui's face insultingly: "You have deceived grandpa, Uncle Xu, and me by wearing this hypocritical mask. I don't like your tricks Chun Leshui, I advise you not to waste your energy pretending to be pitiful in front of me."

Chun Leshui had tears in her eyes, as if she was stunned by the phone, she just kept shaking her head and repeating: "I don't, Hanzhang..."

Song Hanzhang straightened his upper body, distanced himself from Chun Leshui, and looked at the phone with some disgust: "I will pack these photos and send them to grandpa tomorrow morning, and I will let you get out of my house as soon as you come to my house."

"Hanzhang..." Chun Leshui reached out to grab Song Hanzhang's clothes.

Song Hanzhang left his hand, and slapped his hand away in the air without him even touching the corner of his clothes.

"Still pretending?"

His eyes were heavy, and Chun Leshui didn't dare to speak. He covered his red hand and twitched for a long time before murmuring: "I didn't..."

Song Hanzhang was too lazy to waste time with him here, glanced at Lin Xi on the bed, and said to Chun Leshui: "Treasure tonight, after all, you will have nothing until tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he walked away, and the hotel suite returned to tranquility for a moment.

Chun Leshui seemed to have been drained of all her strength, and stood slumped against the wall, with her head drooping and her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Woooooo...hehe..."

[Okay bro, it's weird whether you want to cry or laugh. ]

"No," Chun Leshui raised his hands to cover his face, the corners of his mouth were almost grinning behind his ears, "What does Song Hanzhang mean? Is he going to divorce me? Is there such a part in the original plot? Then I will immediately Can I regain my freedom? Song Hanzhang is right, I really should cherish tonight, this may be my last night as a slut! Happiness came so suddenly, why do I still feel a little bit reluctant?"

system:[……]

"What do you mean by your silence?"

[Although I really don't want to hurt you,] the system said, [But I think you need to recall carefully, is there such a paragraph in the original plot? ]

Chun Leshui: "..."

[That's what I mean by being silent. ]

Chun Leshui: "..."

System: [You have chosen the path of humble subject, there is only one way to gain freedom, and that is to get terminally ill. Watching the relationship between Song Hanzhang and Zhengpai Shou heat up day by day, the prodigal son turned back but it was not for you, and then he was disheartened and waited to die alone . ]

Chun Leshui: "..."

"So...?" Is it necessary to say such details to pierce my heart?

[You can't live without it. ]

On the bed, Lin Xi slept peacefully, and Chun Leshui looked at him with eyes that had lost their brightness: "So...?"

The system is cruel and ruthless: [Don't think about it, let's go to the next life. ]

Chunle shed tears on the spot, this time crying with sincerity.

I hate it.

the next day.

Chun Leshui got up early in the morning, and drove to the Song family's old house before dawn. When he got home, he met the old man who had just woken up and was standing in the backyard watering the flowers in a coat.

Today's weather is neither bad nor bad, no sun but no rain, cloudy early in the morning.

The flowers in the garden were planted by the old man with Uncle Xu in his free time, and as long as he had time, he would take care of them himself and never leave it to others.

The sweet-scented osmanthus in the center of the courtyard was in full bloom, and the fragrance of the flowers was strong. The old man squeezed the water pipe, and the fine water droplets fell on the brightly colored petals, making the flowers tender and tender.

"Grandpa." Chun Leshui pushed open the door.

Song Shiqing heard the movement and looked over. He suffered a lot when he was young. Before he really started his business, he did hard work that hurt his body. With obvious age spots.

Upon closer inspection, one can find that half of Song Hanzhang's appearance is inherited from him, especially those sharp eyes that are not angry and majestic, and even the old man's aura is stronger, but he has a great sense of oppression at a glance.

But only for a moment, he looked at Chun Leshui with kindness and kindness.

He turned on the switch, smiled and waved to Chun Leshui: "Leshui came just in time, come and help grandpa water the flowers."

Chun Leshui walked over to take over the water pipe, and took a look into the room. Standing in this position, she could just see the kitchen, the window was open, and Aunt Xu, the nanny, was busy, and the hot pot on the stove was steaming.

Passing by the kitchen is the living room, the back door is open, Uncle Xu is walking around in the room without knowing what he is doing.

Chun Leshui looked up at Song Hanzhang's room, the curtains were open, and he was not at home.

Chun Leshui thought that he wanted a divorce so much that he would rush back last night so that he could put those so-called cheating photos on his grandfather's desk after he opened his eyes.

And looking at the way grandpa is drinking tea and reading the newspaper leisurely, it is obvious that he doesn't know anything.

Chun Leshui watered the flowers absent-mindedly, thinking about how to speak.

Uncle Xu came out from the back door with a pot of flowers in his arms, and was slightly surprised when he saw Chun Leshui: "Is Leshui here?"

"Morning, Uncle Xu." Chun Leshui greeted with a smile, and it was only when he approached that he realized that what he was holding in his arms was a pot of unbloomed epiphyllum.

Uncle Xu put the flowers beside the flower garden, and said to Chun Leshui: "It's not the right time, if I were at home last night, I would have seen the old man's pot of epiphyllum bloom. Last night, you, Aunt Xu, and the old man kept watch for most of the night. "

Song Shiqing folded the newspaper he had finished reading in half and then put it on the small table at hand.

In the bowl next to it was a cup of tea so thick that the tea soup was almost black, he blew on the tea noodles, pinched the bowl lid and pointed at Chunle Water, but he said to Uncle Xu: "How can he care about your flower?" , look at those who can't keep their souls from watering a flower, they almost drowned my pot of Erqiao (mandarin duck and chrysanthemum)."

Chun Leshui came back to his senses, and hastily turned off the faucet, for fear that it would really cause an accident to the old man's little ones.

He secretly looked at Song Shiqing, and the old man was waiting for him, looking at him with a tea bowl: "Tell me, what's the matter with grandpa when you came here in the morning, did that brat Hanzhang bully you again?"

Song Hanzhang's three words are like a switch, Chun Leshui's eyes turned red when he heard it, he blinked and turned his face sideways: "No, it has nothing to do with Hanzhang, I just miss you, come to see you, by the way..." He laughed, "Let's grab Aunt Xu's and eat earlier. I haven't eaten Aunt Xu's food for half a month. It's weird." Song Shiqing put down the tea bowl: "Aunt Xu is happy to hear that."

He looked at Uncle Xu, Uncle Xu stepped forward to help him up, Song Shiqing pulled the coat on his shoulders: "Let's go, go into the room and say, it just so happens that your Aunt Xu's meal is also ready."

The old man injured his leg in the car accident where Chun Leshui's father died, and the sequelae appeared as he got older. He couldn't stand for a long time at ordinary times, and it would be a bit difficult to walk if he had nowhere to borrow his strength.

Chun Leshui stepped forward to hold his other arm.

Song Shiqing patted his hand: "It's okay, Grandpa will make the decision for you."