Quick Transmigration: The Drama Queen Host is Charming and Alluring

Chapter 128 The Sick Junior Begged Me to Coax Him Again (12)

The scenery outside the window kept being left behind, and Song Yan just got into Zhaoge's car.

He even felt absurdly that this was like an elopement, romantic and exciting.

The appearance of Zhang Qianqian gave him a headache, but he was not helpless, but he still accepted Zhaoge's "rescue".

It seems that there will be more connections between him and this senior.

Song Yan looked at Zhaoge, who was driving seriously, from the corner of his eye, his thoughts were flying wildly uncontrollably.

Zhaoge felt the scorching eyes fall on him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Sister, you saved me again."

There was a smile in his voice, and there was something in his words.

This "again" is suspected of deliberately evoking Zhaoge's memories.

Ke Zhaoge just didn't pick up on it.

Not only did he not answer, but he also brought up another topic, and said unhurriedly: "Oh? Then have you thought about how to repay?"

After thinking about it, she added, "It's best to be sincere."

It's not a verbal thank you, let alone a small gift.

When she said this, she looked very difficult to fool.

Song Yan pondered for a while, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Sincerity...does it mean that senior sister wants me to promise you with your body?"

The two clashed again, Zhaoge deliberately avoided, Song Yan wanted to change the topic to this.

Zhaoge chuckled, "You are the flower of the motherland, the future pillar of talent. If my sister does this, the tears of the little girls will flood the door of the house tomorrow.

So, I thought of another way to repay your favor for you. "

She tilted her head slightly and motioned to Song Yan for the back seat.

Only then did Song Yan realize that there were many gift boxes and bags piled up in the back seat of the car.

In fact, the gift box bags are not limited to those in the back seat, and the trunk is also full.

"This is······"

"Any other activities this afternoon?"

Song Yan understood the meaning of her words, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "I have no other arrangements for the rest of the time, and I will be at my senior's disposal at any time."

These words obviously made Zhaoge happy. She explained: "I will have a public welfare event later, and I am still short of manpower. I wonder if you are interested in accompanying me."

Xia Yu's Dafa of chasing people popped up in his mind, and Song Yan turned his gaze back to Zhaoge's profile, "Of course."

When Zhaoge drove the car into the orphanage, there were two people waiting at the gate.

Seeing the car stop, he hurried up to meet him.

"Dean, why are you waiting here?"

After Zhaoge got off the car, he walked towards the people, his words were full of acquaintance and respect.

The gray-haired old woman took Zhaoge's hand and smiled kindly, "It's all right, I heard you're coming soon, so I'll come out and have a look."

She looked at the handsome young man following behind, and asked curiously, "Who is this?"

"This is my friend, named Song Yan, and I'm here to help you.

Song Yan, this is Dean Qi. "

Song Yan took a step forward and said politely, "Hello, Dean Qi."

If his face does not show its sharpness in front of the elders, it will be extremely deceptive.Dean Qi nodded, with admiration in his eyes, he replied: "Hey, what a good boy."

Taking advantage of the pleasantries between the two, Song Yan handed over the gifts prepared in Zhaoge's car to the staff.When he closed the trunk, Zhao Ge had just finished speaking with the dean.

When Song Yan walked over, he saw her staring at the sign of the orphanage in a daze, her sense of loneliness was at odds with the people around her.

This orphanage is quite famous, in addition to its own factors, it is also related to Zhaoge.

It's no secret that famous painters are orphans.

And here is where she stayed when she was a child.

As if sensing Song Yan's movement, she turned around.

The two walked side by side, Song Yan said: "Those gift boxes and bags are for children?"

Zhaoge nodded, and said softly: "Many children in the orphanage don't know when their birthday is, so Children's Day is considered their birthday. So today is the birthday of all the children in the orphanage."

While talking, the two came to the backyard kitchen. At the door of the kitchen stood a fifteen or sixteen-year-old brother with a volunteer logo on his arm. Seeing Zhaoge coming, he hurried over, "Sister Zhaoge!"

Zhaoge smiled and said, "Thank you, has the truck arrived?"

"It's here, they are short of people to move the goods, and I am going there."

Looking in the direction of his finger, Song Yan saw two large trucks approaching the open space ahead.Everyone was so busy that they hurriedly moved the supplies in the car.

Zhaoge nodded, pulled Song Yan aside and said, "It's just right, this brother is going with you."

She leaned closer to Song Yan and said in a low voice, "It's time for you to repay your favor, junior, I'll wait for you in the kitchen."

Song Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly, looked in the direction of the kitchen, and said, "Okay, I'll come to you later."

After Song Yan left, Zhao Ge was not idle, and turned around to help in the kitchen.

After Song Yan finished his work and walked into the kitchen, he only saw Zhaoge making noodles.

He raised his foot and walked towards Zhaoge, "Where are the others?"

"I just made a batch of cakes, and they sent them over. There are a lot of activities today, and everyone is going to join in the fun. Anyway, it's still early to leave for dinner..."

Feeling a shadow hanging over him, Zhaoge raised his hand, and saw Song Yan had already walked in front of him, and his eyes fell on her face.

She paused slightly with her face, "What's wrong?"

Song Yan pointed to his side face, and motioned to Zhaoge, "Your face is covered with flour."

"what?"

Zhao Ge raised his wrist and wiped it, and asked Song Yan for confirmation: "Is there any more?"

The eyes met inadvertently, she opened a pair of bright and innocent eyes, and the faces under her hands were pinched into various gadgets, which was quite different from her usual appearance.

Her hands are slender and white, whether she is holding a paintbrush or kneading dough, she is beautiful.

With such hands, I don't know how it feels to hold them.

Song Yan leaned over slightly, raised his hand and wiped off the unclean flour on Zhaoge's face with his fingertips.

It was soft to the touch, and the palms of his hands that were quickly put down were slightly sweaty.

He pretended to be calm and said, "It's clean now."

Zhaoge was slightly taken aback, "Thank you."

Before leaving, Zhaoge took away the little cake that belonged to her on the table.There is a large banner in the backyard with colorful handprints, big and small.

Zhaoge took the initiative to explain: "When the event is over, everyone will leave their fingerprints as a souvenir."

After finishing speaking, she pulled up her sleeves, painted her handprints on the upper left of the banner, then turned her head and said to Song Yan: "Song Yan, I will lend you your hand."

Song Yan looked at the paint on Zhao Ge, and picked out the same accessory as her, then stretched out his hand in front of Zhao Ge, and said in a gentlemanly way: "Sister, please."

Zhaoge chuckled lightly, grabbed his wrist with his clean hand, and imprinted his palm on the upper left side as well.

The palms of one big and one small overlapped more than half, and after Song Yan let go, the handprints of the two formed a "little sun".

Song Yan was taken aback, staring at the "little sun" in a daze.

(End of this chapter)