You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

"Ah..." Song Buci was also stunned. "Don't you have it?" she asked.

"I really didn't." Fu Nanfeng shook his head, leaning his head on Song Buci, his voice becoming aggrieved.

So is this the reason why Song Buci wants to break up with him?

After Fu Nanfeng understood, he was a little amused. He touched Song Buci's hands again and again and said, "That's not the case."

"I'm dependent on you for the rest of my life, so don't even think about running away." Fu Nanfeng leaned his head close to her ear and whispered, "If you dare to run, I'll lock you up on a deserted island."

"There are only you and me on the island."

"You can't run away like this."

When Fu Nanfeng said this, he looked like one of those damp male ghosts, sinister, scary and frightening, with madness in his blue eyes.

As long as Song Buci dared to say the word "run", he could kidnap the person now.

Anyway, he has already bought the island.

Song Buci was so frightened by his behavior that she sat there at a loss. She opened her mouth and her voice became smaller: "I didn't say I was going to run away."

When Fu Nanfeng heard this, he became his previous self again, considerate and gentle, with a smile on his face, looking at Song Buci with affection.

He lowered his head and kissed the corner of Song Buci's mouth, then said with a smile, "Yeah."

Seeing him like this, Song Buci felt a little overwhelmed.

How could Fu Nanfeng become like this? A complete pervert.

When the nurse came in with milk tea, she saw the two of them cuddling together. She cried out, turned around and was about to leave.

After being seen, Song Buci's cheeks turned slightly red. He raised his hand and pushed Fu Nanfeng, but because his hand had just healed a little, he didn't feel anything from the push.

"Get out of the way and eat your meal!" Song Buci shouted with red cheeks.

"Yeah." Fu Nanfeng no longer restrained his desire. He raised his hands to hold Song Buci's head and then kissed her hard on the forehead.

Or the kind with sound.

Song Buci's cheeks turned even redder.

She has lived two lives, and this is her first time falling in love.

He is just talking big but has no practical experience, and the only experience he has is from novels.

The nurse came in again and saw that the two had separated. Fu Nanfeng was sitting at the table and continuing to eat his meal, while Song Buci was holding his mobile phone and watching videos frantically.

DJ music sounded in the ward. No one spoke at this time, and the music was even more harsh.

"Miss Song, here's the milk tea you ordered." The nurse looked at the strange atmosphere, quickly put the milk tea aside and went out with a smile.

After the nurse left, Song Buci opened the tablet and continued to practice the sensitivity of her hands.

After Fu Nanfeng cleared the dishes on the table, he came over and put a straw in her milk tea.

"Practicing sensitivity?"

"Ah."

Song Buci pressed the screen with his ten fingers clumsily, and when the speed became faster, Song Buci couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all.

She could only watch as the keys slipped away, and every time she opened her hands widely, she felt a slight sting.

The pain seemed to be reminding Song Buci that her hand was not healed yet and she still needed rest.

But Song Buci was like a masochist, practicing again and again and feeling the pain again and again.

Song Buci didn't stop until his fingertips were trembling and it hurt every time he moved.

A thin layer of sweat seeped out of her forehead, and the strands of hair sticking to her forehead were wet, making her look a little disheveled.

"Rest and practice tomorrow." Fu Nanfeng reached out and took her tablet and put it aside, then reached out to take a tissue and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Ah."

After the misunderstanding between the two was resolved, their relationship became better than before. Under the persuasion of Song Buci and Fu Nanfeng, Song Yunshen agreed to let her be discharged from the hospital two days before New Year's Eve.

After receiving permission to be discharged from the hospital, Song Buci happily hugged her brother and shouted, "Brother is so nice!"

When they left the hospital, Song Buci and Fu Nanfeng's belongings filled three suitcases and two boxes.

Sitting in the car going home, Song Buci was extremely excited.

This year we spent the Chinese New Year in the Rose Garden, and my father always wanted them to have a family reunion during the New Year.

This is the first year of reunion since my mother passed away.

The housekeeper was extremely excited when he learned that several young masters and young ladies were going to celebrate the New Year in the rose garden.

He asked the servants to clean all the rooms early in the morning, then bought new quilts and made the rooms. After doing all this, he began to decorate the rose garden, which had always been deserted, with lights and decorations.

Song Chenyu sat in the living room, watching the servants and housekeeper busying around, and began to feel excited.

When he was young, he could not accept the death of his wife, so he changed and spent every year guarding this deserted rose garden.

No matter how the housekeeper tried to persuade him, he refused to listen and walked into a dead end alone.

After seeing Song Buci on the verge of death, Song Chenyu regretted that if he had paid more attention to these children, perhaps this would not have happened.

He is sorry for these children.

After Fu Nanfeng knew that the brothers and sisters had returned to live on Song Chenyu, he had to separate from Song Buci no matter how reluctant he was.

After returning to the big bungalow, Fu Nanfeng immediately sent a message.

[Fu Nanfeng: Will we not see each other for a long time?]

[Fu Nanfeng: Cat is wronged.jpg]

[Fu Nanfeng: If I send you a video, will you answer it?]

【Fu Nanfeng: Cat Looking Forward.jpg】

Sitting in the car, Song Buci looked at the message sent by Fu Nanfeng and couldn't help but smile.

I type slowly on the keyboard, and because I am slow, the words come out slowly.

By the time Song Buci could reply, Fu Nanfeng on the opposite side had already bombarded him with messages.

Looking at the news that Fu Nanfeng bombarded him with, Song Buci was very happy.

[Song Buci: I type slowly now.]

Fu Nanfeng: It’s okay. You can talk to me via voice or video.

The eldest and third brothers who were sitting next to her saw her playing with her phone with her head down with a sweet smile on her face. They looked at each other and frowned.

Could it be that their younger sister was really kidnapped by that boy?

Seeing her smiling at the phone with such a lustful look on her face was simply unbearable.

After arriving at the place, the driver got out of the car and opened the door for the young masters and young ladies, then ran to get the luggage for the servants.

After entering, Song Chenyu and the housekeeper were already waiting in the living room.

As they walked in, they felt that this year's rose garden was much more lively than in previous years.

There are also two tall tangerine trees placed at the door, with many red envelopes hanging on them.

Song Buci has pinched those red envelopes. They are thick and contain money!

"You're back. You must be hungry. I'll have someone serve the food." The butler came forward and took the coats of the young masters and young ladies one by one with a smile on his face.

"Okay." Song Baiqian nodded. He ran to the hospital as soon as he got off the plane. He hadn't eaten a single bite from the time he got on the plane to the Rose Garden, and he was already hungry.