Sweet and Soft Little Beauty Shura Field Coquettish Manual

Hearing the voice in the bathroom, Wei Huaichen suddenly turned around.

His eyes fell on the tightly closed bathroom door, and the emotion in his eyes fluctuated slightly.

Wei Huaichen put the ripped off cuff into his close pocket.

Then he stood up and went to the bathroom, and asked softly, "Songsong, what's wrong?"

His voice was very gentle, and there was nothing strange about it just now.

There is even a bit of concern in it, just like an ordinary brother treats his younger brother.

I am such a big person, but I still fall on the ground.

Even though Shi Song was drunk and dazed, he still felt a little embarrassed in his trance.

Shi Song subconsciously clenched his lips.

"Are you ok."

Wei Huaichen put his hand on the doorknob.

After touching the icy coldness, he quickly retracted his hand as if he had suddenly realized something.

But after a while, Shi Song didn't speak.

Wei Huaichen frowned.

"Song Song?"

He softly called Shi Song's name, and the ending sound rose.

"fine."

Shi Song gritted his teeth and tried to stand up.

"Click."

The door opened from the inside.

Wei Huaichen who was standing outside stepped back slightly.

A steaming hot air wrapped in sweetness rushed towards the face.

The young man who came out was lively and fragrant, an alluring whiteness hidden behind the mist.

Wei Huaichen turned his head slightly as if he had been burned: "What happened just now?"

"No, I sprained my foot accidentally."

Shi Song said in a low voice.

"It hurts."

His eyes moved down, and he saw Shi Song's clean calf and slightly red and swollen ankle.

It looks a little pathetic.

It is also particularly easy to arouse improper desires in others.

Wei Huaichen's eyes fluctuated.

He somehow felt his throat a little dry.

But the tone is still calm: "I will help you out."

The heavy black shadow he cast enveloped Shi Song in it, and there was still a dangerous aura on his body.

Shi Song couldn't help but dodged backwards.

Because of this movement, the water droplets that were about to fall from the ends of his hair finally dripped and landed on the obvious collarbone socket.

Wei Huaichen licked his lips reflexively.

With his support, Shi Song walked to the bed with difficulty step by step, and got into the bed.

His hair was still wet.

Soon there was a small water stain on the pillow.

So sad.

He flicked his hair gently, like a kitten shaking itself after a bath.

The splashed water accidentally touched the back of Wei Huaichen's hand, and it was icy cold.

Wei Huaichen's eyes darkened slightly, and he gently wiped off the small drop of water with the thumb of the other hand.

"Meow-"

As a result, at this moment, a long-sounded little milk cat's meow came from the side.

Ju Bao jumped out from nowhere, kicked his hind paws, and jumped onto Shi Song's bed.

As if sensing danger, it lowered its body and bared its baby teeth at Wei Huaichen, as if protecting it.

It's just that it's too small, and the fuzzy appearance doesn't make people feel threatening at all, but makes people want to knead it more.

Wei Huaichen's heavy eyes met the kitten's gaze.

"Meow!"

Ju Bao took two steps back as if frightened.

Wei Huaichen looked away and said to Shi Song.

"You take care of yourself, I'll go first."

"Ok?"

Shi Song was still in a daze, and he didn't react until Wei Huaichen turned around.

"elder brother--"

With a "bang", the door has been closed.

Shi Song flinched in fright at the sound of closing the door.

He lowered his eyes and asked Ju Bao blankly: "My brother...how did he leave?"

"Meow."

Of course Treasure Orange would not answer him.

The little orange cat looked at Shi Song very coldly, and the short tail behind him stood up high.It tilted its head slightly, and leaned over two seconds later to help Shi Song lick his wet hair.

It's like wondering why this human doesn't lick itself.

"Shhh-"

"Shhh-"

Feeling the soft touch on the hair, Shi Song couldn't help laughing.

……

……

……

in a dream.

pain.

It hurts.

Shi Song managed to open his eyelids.

He stared at the white ceiling of the hospital, only feeling the pain from his limbs almost tearing his whole body apart.

Desperate emotions surged up like a tide, trying to swallow Shi Song's whole body.

"Bang bang bang."

There was a rhythmic knock on the door from outside: "The ward round is over."

Shi Song tried his best to turn his head slightly.

Seeing the doctor coming in, he struggled to remember.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The doctor quickly went to help him, "Now you need to rest more, don't get up, just lie down."

Feeling the doctor's care, Shi Song's nose felt sour, and he almost wanted to cry.

It had been many years since he had been taken care of like this.

In the few months since he was hospitalized, the young man's hair had grown very long, his bangs covered his eyes, he was so thin that he was almost out of shape, his skin was morbidly white, and his temperament was gloomy and decadent.

But because he is too beautiful, he is now like a fragile glass doll, delicate and untouchable.

Shi Song raised his eyes to look at the doctor, and forced a smile: "Am I not going to live long?"

After all, in the oncology department, doctors have seen all kinds of deaths over the years.

But at this moment, he still couldn't help feeling sad: "You treat your illness well, everything is possible in the future."

Shi Song already understood what he meant, and shook his head slightly: "It's better not to trouble you."

"Sorry, please help me get out of the hospital."

"why?"

The doctor's eyes widened in surprise.

Shi Song forced a smile: "I have no money."

"do not you know?"

Hearing this was the reason, the doctor was relieved.

"Your medical expenses have already been paid yesterday, and the expenses for subsequent treatment have been paid in advance. Oh, by the way, he still left his phone number in the hospital, so we can call him if we have any questions in the future."

Although he has reached this point, Shi Song still has some instincts to live.

I was already disheartened, but after hearing this, hope was rekindled in his eyes: "Is that person... surnamed Lin?"

But the doctor shook his head.

"He said he was your brother."

……

"elder brother……"

Shi Song couldn't help muttering.

He didn't know what he was dreaming about again, he woke up instantly, sat up from the bed and opened his eyes.

Drenched in cold sweat, he seemed to be dehydrated.

The threat of death was too clear and obvious, and it took a long time for Shi Song to finally break free from that state.

So Wei Huaichen was the one who paid the medical expenses in the end?

Although he clearly knew that those things in the dream had never happened to him, Shi Song couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart.

At the end of this dream, Shi Song almost wanted to travel into the dream and wake up the obsessed self.

Since God gave him this opportunity, he must seize it.

Anyway, after getting along for so many days, he clearly realized that Wei Huaichen was both excellent and kind, and Lin Yiming was simply incomparable to him.

Although Shi Song couldn't remember what happened last night because of being drunk, he still remembered that it was Wei Huaichen who took care of him after sending him home.

The more Shi Song thought about it, the more he felt sorry.

He rubbed his forehead hard to wake himself up, took out his mobile phone from the side, and dialed Wei Huaichen's number.

The phone was picked up after a few rings.

"Hey?"

From the opposite side came Wei Huaichen's cool voice, as if it contained mint leaves, but the voice was very gorgeous and pleasant.

Shi Song's voice is brisk.

"Brother, it's me."

"What happened last night..."

"Beep beep."

The next second, the phone was hung up.

Shi Song slowly made a question mark: "?"

He looked down at the blacked-out phone screen, wondering if he had said something wrong just now.

Fortunately, only two seconds later, the phone on the other side rang again.

"Song Song."

Through the receiver, Wei Huaichen's voice carried a slight electric sound.

But it still sounded calm and benign.

"Sorry, I accidentally ordered the wrong one just now."

"What's up?"

On the other side of the phone, Wei Huaichen took a sip of iced coffee from the side.

The astringent and bitter cold finally woke him up a bit.

Assistant Wu next to him secretly raised his eyes to look at Wei Huaichen, then quickly lowered his head.

He found out that Wei Huaichen had come after work very early this morning, and he was still wearing yesterday's clothes.

I don't know what Mr. Wei has done, the fabric is very wrinkled, it doesn't match his usual style at all.

The man was sitting at the desk reviewing the documents meticulously, and his eyes were still slightly black and blue.

Damn, President Wei didn't work all night in the office, did he?

There have been a lot of things going on in the company recently, but it hasn't reached this level yet.

Assistant Wu glanced at Wei Huaichen secretly again, and found that he was answering the phone with his eyes downcast, and the sense of alienation around him faded a little.

What's going on?

I don't know.

We dare not ask.

Assistant Wu's little bald head was full of great doubts.