"Miss Wen, you are here just right. Please go and persuade the third young master."

Zhou Yixin saw Wen Qianqian, as if he had seen a life-saving straw: "The third young master was seriously injured. If he didn't deal with it, he would be infected."

"What's wrong with him?"

Wen Qianqian frowned slightly.

Zhou Yixin leaned against Wen Qianqian and whispered softly: "I was beaten by the eldest and second young masters."

Sure enough, it's...

Wen Qianqian was a little confused: "I was just passing by..."

"Miss Wen, please."

Zhou Yixin stuffed the room card into Wen Qianqian's palm, turned around and asked the private doctor to leave her the small medicine box with her.

Wen Qianqian:...

You didn't do it on purpose, did you?

There was such a guess in my mind, but Wen Qianqian looked at the closed door, and finally took a deep breath, swiped the card, and pushed open the door.

After all, she still couldn't bear it.

In this world, the only thing that can make her so unbearable is... Song Huaian.

The room was in a mess, and the smell of blood came to my face.

Wen Qianqian brows frowned even deeper.

Song Huaian is not in the living room.

Wen Qianqian walked slowly into the bedroom. The bedroom door was also open. The bed was empty, but you could vaguely hear the sound of water in the bathroom.

He is taking a shower?

Aren't you injured? Are you washing the wound?

Wen Qianqian was hesitating when her cell phone suddenly rang.

It was Lin Che's phone number.

Wen Qianqian stared at her mobile phone screen in a daze.

"Who?"

It seemed that he heard the phone ringing. Song Huaian in the bathroom pulled a bath towel and suddenly opened the bathroom door. The two of them looked at each other.

The phone ringing was still stubbornly ringing.

Song Huaian's hair was longer than before, and water droplets fell down his black hair, and there were many wounds on his body, even bruises...

Although it has been washed by water, some wounds are still bleeding.

He lost weight.

Wen Qianqian could see that Song Huaian had lost more than a little weight.

Song Huaian at the bathroom door breathed nervously, pressing his fingers tightly against the door frame. He didn't dare to blink, for fear that the figure in front of him would disappear in the blink of an eye. In the end, it was just an illusion of himself.

Wen Qianqian, is it really you?

The phone automatically hung up, and there was a moment of peace in the room. However, the next second, the phone ringtone rang again tirelessly.

Still Lin Che.

"Telephone."

Song Huaian finally spoke in a hoarse voice and said a low voice, his hoarse voice was full of complexity.

Wen Qianqian sighed silently, and for the first time, she hung up Lin Che's phone number.

"How did it turn out like this?"

She pursed her lips slightly, then waved to Song Huaian: "Come here."

Song Huaian was very obedient, just like every time he got drunk, he was like a good baby, and could be at the mercy of Wen Qianqian.

The bedroom was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Song Huaian sat obediently beside the bed, and Wen Qianqian was carefully treating his wounds and applying medicine.

"This little injury is actually nothing, they are even worse."

As if she felt that the atmosphere was too dull and awkward, Song Huaian couldn't help but whisper.

Wen Qianqian didn't respond, but Song Huaian continued to say to himself: "My grandfather has decided to hand over the family to me to manage. They were not convinced, so they brought people to me to make trouble, but they shouldn't have the courage to do so in the future."

"I didn't know that being a head of a family would be so tired in the future..."

Song Huaian suddenly stopped talking. He lowered his head gently and could see the gentle and shallow fingers, as white and slender as before, beautiful and soft.

"From the future, if I become the head of the Song family, will I... be worthy of you?"
Chapter completed!