Quick Transmigration: The Drama Queen Host is Charming and Alluring

Chapter 129 The Sick Junior Begged Me to Coax Him Again (13)

This afternoon, Song Yan saw many children.

Some were very cheerful and dared to go up to him to talk to him, while others watched from the side, very shy.

When he was washing his hands after moving things, he saw a boy from a distance, about seven or eight years old, but with a pair of gloomy eyes.

Those were eyes that loathed the whole world. He had no companions, and he exuded an aura that no strangers should enter.

Song Yan easily felt the precaution and caution in his eyes, because they were the same kind of people.

The boy stood under the pavilion, staring at Song Yan quietly.

Song Yan turned off the water, shook the water drops in his hand, and then unilaterally stopped the eye contact.

If it had been before, he might have been excited about it, it was a strange sense of belonging.

But now he felt a little blocked. Not every bird whose wings were broken could be reborn.

But Zhaoge not only wants to find a way for himself, but also tries to illuminate the way of others.

is it possible?

Suddenly, two groups of children with water guns rushed out and were attacking each other.

Seeing Zhaoge, a little girl in one of the teams shouted excitedly, "Sister Xiaozhao, come and play with us."

Zhaoge turned around, looked at the fierce water battle in front of him, quickly waved his hands, and forced a smile: "Sister is old, don't play these things, you play."

When children are in the mood, it doesn't matter what you say, let alone a bunch of children.

Although they didn't force Zhaoge, they treated the open space in front of them as a battlefield, and fought back with water guns in their hands while chasing.

One of the children was hit in the eye by the water. When he closed his eyes and tilted his hand, the water gun aimed at Zhaoge.

"Sister, be careful!"

In a panic, Zhaoge subconsciously turned back, but Song Yan took a step and appeared behind her, and just happened to crash into her arms by accident.

Song Yan put his arms around Zhaoge's waist and turned around to block her, his back feeling cold instantly.

The children knew that they had caused trouble, so they quickly stopped, and each of them stood there in a daze, not daring to go forward, for fear that the big brother who was born in front of them would get angry.

Zhaoge realized later and moved away the hand that was grabbing Song Yan's sleeve. When he was nervous just now, he subconsciously grabbed it.

Now, she directly printed paint on Song Yan's clothes, and she said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I..."

Song Yan turned his head and glanced behind him, then smiled helplessly: "It seems that I sacrificed a bit too much for this repayment today."

Seeing that Song Yan was not angry, the others hurried over to apologize.Song Yan touched their heads one by one to comfort them, but the children ran away in embarrassment.

Song Yan put on the coat that was put in the car just now, and then sat close to the co-pilot.

As soon as the long legs were put away, Zhaoge met Zhaoge's apologetic eyes, "Senior sister, it's really all right, I'll just go back to school and change."

It's really immoral for him to leave people at the school gate in such a mess.

Zhaoge started the car, and said slowly: "My house is close to here, go change your clothes first. Besides, you are half wet, what if you catch a cold later?"

Just now she wanted to dry her clothes before leaving, but Song Yan took advantage of her youth and just blew her clothes a few times before pulling her away.

From the corner of his eye, Zhaoge couldn't help but glance at the faintly visible muscles under the T-shirt on Song Yan's waist.
Song Yan paused, "Sister, do you have suitable clothes at home?"

Doesn't she live alone?

Who is that man? !
Zhaoge just laughed angrily, and what he was grasping was some important points.

"My assistant bought it now, so I can't give you my clothes."

If you have time to take him to the mall to buy, it is better to let him take a hot bath first.

Song Yan coughed lightly, his face softened a little, and he did not forget to praise: "Senior is still thoughtful, I will listen to her."

At the door of the house, as soon as Zhaoge opened the door, he saw a strange and exquisite black bag at the entrance.

She stuffed the bag into Song Yan's arms after changing the shoes, "Hurry up and take a shower."

There was an electric touch between her fingers, and Song Yan gave a light "um" and walked towards the bathroom with red ears.

Zhaoge poured a glass of water, looking at his back with some puzzlement.

It's not the first time he's here, why is he so twisted?

[Host, the young man is full of anger. 】

Junjun's words made Zhaoge even more confused and angry?
Why is the anger...

"Cough cough...cough..."

She remembered what she said just now, and suddenly realized it.

Zhaoge put down the cup, and Song Yan accidentally got red ears.

When putting the cup in the pool, the lights in the living room flickered twice, Zhaoge paused, and raised his head silently.

At the same time, the Yuba in the bathroom also flickered, and Song Yan wiped off the foam flowing from the top of his head, speeding up the bath.

He put on his clothes and came out, "Sister, the lamp here..."

Seeing the scene in the living room, his voice stopped abruptly.

At this time, Zhao Ge was stepping on the ladder, holding a restraint and fumbling under the lamp.

Hearing the sound, she turned her head to look at Song Yan, and said casually: "The screw is a little loose, let me fix it. You washed it so soon?"

Her movements were unbelievably proficient, but her slender body seemed to be crumbling, which made Song Yan feel uneasy.

He stepped forward and reached out to Zhaoge, wanting to help him down, "Senior sister, let me do it."

With free labor, there is no reason not to use it.

Zhaoge handed over the tools in his hand to him, "That's fine, I'll leave it to you."

Song Yan seemed to be extremely suitable for this kind of thing, with a sharp side face, thin lips that were slightly pursed because of seriousness, and the muscles on the arms suddenly showed when he raised his hand.

Every tiny movement on his body was full of hormonal breath.

While unpacking the cake brought back from the orphanage, Zhaoge admired Song Yan's every move.

When the man looked over, she lightly looked away again.

Song Yan put the tools back to their original positions, and carefully moved the ladder back to the balcony.

Zhaoge watched him walk in, "Does the clothes fit?"

A black shirt and slacks were bought by the little assistant, picking out the most perfect match, but it worked out well on Song Yan's body, and even brought a sense of abstinence.

Song Yan opened his hands slightly, then drooped them down again, "It fits well, senior sister likes me to wear it like this?"

This question was on the verge of ambiguity, Zhaoge shrugged, and said with a light smile: "I'm wronged, this is chosen by the assistant for you."

However, one thing has to be admitted, Song Yan is one of the few who can wear a black shirt with such tension.

Perhaps, it was because of the energy in him.

Unexpectedly, Song Yan asked in the next second: "Then, the size was also chosen by the assistant of the senior?"

Zhaoge: "..."

This can make people ask.

Zhaoge lowered his eyes and focused on cutting the cake in his hand. After putting a piece on a plate and handing it to Song Yan, she pretended to be calm and said, "I reported the size, isn't it correct?"

The weight becomes lighter and the cake is taken.

Song Yan stirred the fork slightly in his hand, and said meaningfully: "Very accurate, it surprised me."

(End of this chapter)