What if the blind date is a hundred-year-old ghost?

Jiang Jian knew that Guan Jia's life in this family should be average, but he never thought that his sister would directly say such ugly words to him.

Guan Heng looked at Jiang Jian's face that immediately sank, and stretched out his hand to pull his clothes a few times.

Jiang Jian restrained her expression, bent down slightly, and then wiped his cheeks carefully.

When he bent down, the distance between the two of them was very close. Guan Heng felt that the air in the room became thinner, and there was a wave of heat rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. .

Jiang Jian had something in his heart, and when he was about to take the towel away from Guan Heng's face, he realized that the face of the person in front of him was flushed, like a bright and clean white porcelain dyed with a layer of crimson. With those peach-like eyes, the whole person looks very pitiful.

"Did I use too much force?" Jiang Jian asked in a low voice, when she removed the towel, her fingers seemed to brush his cheeks.

Guan Heng lowered his head, shook his head slightly and said:

"No."

Jiang Jian rubbed her hands unconsciously a few times, and the two of them didn't speak for a while. The curtains that were closed due to the wind were blown slightly, and a tiny ray of light penetrated into the dark room.

"Guan Rong was sent to the hospital. If it wasn't for me not being careful, then her face would definitely not be..."

"It's not your fault," Jiang Jian interrupted, looked at Guan Heng and looked at herself, then lowered her voice, trying to make herself look as kind as possible, "Everything, no matter your identity, your father What happened, and this, are not your fault."

"You are innocent." After speaking, he put his hand on Guan Heng's head, and touched it gently.

Guan Heng felt that his heartbeat had never been so fast. Even when he died in his previous life, it was only because of the nature of the medicine. The words Jiang Jian said were obviously not touching poems, but they were like his own heart that had been through the wind and rain. Jiang Jian held her in his hand carefully and comforted her, and told herself gently that it was okay, everything was not your fault.

Tears ran down his cheeks very quickly:

"I…"

He couldn't say anything. In this life and the past life, he was full of strange things, and all kinds of emotions were surging in his heart. He thought of the bowl of black medicine soup, that sweet candied date, lying on the wet bed every day, what did he do wrong? ?Guan Heng wept silently, letting his tears flow down continuously.

Jiang Jian was annoyed for a moment in her heart, and made the child cry again. Immediately, she hurriedly held the cold towel and pressed it to his face.

"Don't cry, I..." Jiang Jian really wanted to read a book on how to talk and coax people right away. It's really hard to hate the book when it's time to use it!

Guan Heng reached out and grabbed Jiang Jian's wrist that was rubbing his face, and the towel flew out with a force, and then he was like a wanderer who had traveled hundreds of thousands of miles and finally found a challenge after going through all kinds of hardships. Like a person waiting for him exuding a warm orange light, he threw himself into Jiang Jian's arms.

Jiang Jian was speechless, and the gentle and soft person in his arms hugged his waist tightly, trembling like a lonely and desperate little animal.

In this position, he hesitated for a moment before stretching out his arms to hug Guan Heng, stroking his back from top to bottom over and over again, coaxing him softly, but his heart was twisted into a ball again. , I can't wait to hold the sweetest and warmest milk tea in his hands.

I don't know how long it took before Guan Heng withdrew from Jiang Jian's embrace.

"Sorry, I lost control of my emotions just now." He wiped his eyes carelessly with his hands.

Jiang Jian's hand that was about to pat his head turned around and patted him on the shoulder:

"It's okay, it's good to vent your emotions properly."

Although he didn't want to admit it, when Guan Heng withdrew from his embrace, he suddenly felt a little reluctant.

The room was dark, he walked over and opened the curtains, and the blocked light from outside rushed in.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

"Well, I'm hungry and don't know what to eat."

Jiang Jian couldn't help smiling when she heard Guan Heng's straightforward answer to her question.

"Eat something delicious, go change your clothes, and I'll take you out to eat." After speaking, he turned and went to the bathroom.

Guan Heng went to the closet to change his clothes, turned his head and looked out the window, it was late autumn, and the golden leaves were shining brightly because of the sunlight, it was a nice and pleasant morning.

In the hospital, after a flurry of examinations.

"Doctor, my face won't leave scars, right?" Guan Rong's expression looked particularly ferocious because of the gauze wrapped around her face.

The doctor has been asked many times by her, and she can only try to comfort her: "If you recover well, you shouldn't be able to see it if you cover it with cosmetics."

Guan Wenlian also became a little impatient, and said to Guan Mei: "I'll leave Xiao Rong to you, I still have some things to do in the company, so I'll leave first," he turned around and left.

Guan Mei took some water from the water dispenser at the side and brought it in front of Guan Rong: "Xiao Rong, drink some water and calm down."

Guan Rong looked at her, if she hadn't cooked chicken soup at night, Guan Jia wouldn't have come out with the bowl, and her face would have been fine if she didn't come out with the bowl, thinking of this, she raised her hand and slapped the cup Guan Mei handed over overturned.

"Xiao Rong! What are you doing!" A well-maintained woman just walked in. The person who came was Guan Rong's mother, Wang Xiulin.

Guan Mei was also taken aback, and looked at this niece whom she loved since childhood in a daze.

"Mom! My face, look at my face! It's all Guan Jia! It's all him!"

Wang Xiulin hurriedly sat by her daughter's bed and wanted to comfort her. When she heard Guan Jia's name, she immediately changed her face: "What are you doing to provoke this broom! Do you still think he is not enough to cause trouble?"

Guan Mei frowned when she heard that, "Sister-in-law, how can you say that about Jiajia?"

Wang Xiulin doesn't care about my sister-in-law here at all, "Isn't it? You forced Xuehui away and killed your father, and now she's messing with my Rong'er again. I think it's best to drive this mourner out." !"

Guan Mei couldn't help it immediately when she heard such unbearable words: "What does these things have to do with him as a child? It's not all my brother's fault!"

Wang Xiulin sneered back and said, "Then tell me, if this bowl falls or not, it will cut Rong'er's face, so it's not likely that Guan Jia will also come to the hospital. Isn't it because he is a broom star."

At this time, Guan Mei suddenly remembered that Guan Jia was also injured, but she didn't take it into account at the time, and she didn't argue with Wang Xiulin anymore, she immediately took out her mobile phone and called a car, and hurried back to see how Guan Jia was doing now up.

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