"Qingshui! I have something I want to tell you!"

"You say!"

Song Xijun didn't speak for a long time, but sat down on the edge of her bed. Grabbed Wen Qingshui's hand. Glued to her eyes.

This ambiguous aura made Dewen Qingshui extremely uncomfortable. As soon as she wanted to break free, Song Xijun opened her mouth.

"Qingshui, do you believe that the decisions I made were all made after careful consideration, and I put you in the first place and carefully weighed the pros and cons?

"I believe it!"

Song Xijun looked into her eyes. She said it calmly and affirmatively.

His eyes were full of light. I didn't expect her to answer so happily. At this moment, his heart was warm and he couldn't help but smile.

"Let's go out for a walk!" After speaking, Song Xijun pushed the wheelchair. As soon as Wen Qingshui moved, he was hugged by him.

"I, I really can, you don't have to-" hugged me, and the two words couldn't be spoken.

"It's okay, you're not heavy at all," Song Xijun said, and he had already put her in a wheelchair.

Where is the question of whether it is important or not? It is clear that such intimate contact between men and women is really contrary to the measure of friends.

Did he mean to say that?

"We're a bit far from where we're going, so let's go by car!"

Before Wen Qingshui could say anything, Song Xijun had already changed the topic.

And he briskly pushed the wheelchair outside. Wen Qingshui sat in a wheelchair with her face facing forward, she didn't see his snickering expression, happy mood. Otherwise, if you know, you will have to blow up.

When he arrived at the car, Wen Qingshui didn't react, so he was hugged to the co-pilot again. Twice, it's a bit fast and unusual.

The car door closed, and she watched Song Xijun busy at ease. Open the middle door, move the wheelchair, and go around again. When did Song Xijun, the proud son of heaven, do the work of waiting for people so diligently?

Wen Qingshui didn't know what mood he was in at the moment. Honor or be uneasy!

How can I be qualified to care now? Wen Qingshui sighed in his heart, thinking that he should still have a good talk with him.

Song Xijun also got into the car, and the two of them tacitly agreed that they didn't speak again. After a while, Wen Qingshui also recovered from his chaotic thoughts!

The driving time was not very long, and even Wen Qingshui, a road idiot, felt that he did not seem to be out of this villa area, but seemed to go around and stopped.

The car is parked at a quaint black gate. There is also an eaves on the top of the door, like a gatehouse in the forties and fifties, and with the high red courtyard wall, it seems that the whole courtyard is simple and **.

Wen Qingshui was still obsessed with such a building, and Xijun had already gotten out of the car and pushed the wheelchair over. Wen Qingshui, who has been hugged twice, can be regarded as having an embarrassing experience, and he knows that he can't help it, so he simply stretched out his hand generously and waited to be hugged down.

"Hehe, you're interesting this time!" Song Xijun was obviously happy, and even spoke much more easily.

"Isn't that what you don't know?" might as well be interesting!"

"You're right!"

Saying that, Wen Qingshui has been placed in a wheelchair.

"Whose house is this, wouldn't it be rude for me to come and visit directly?"

"Don't worry, you'll know when you go in!"

This time, Song Xijun did not help her push the wheelchair, but stepped forward to open the door. As soon as the door opened, what caught my eye was not a courtyard, but a shadow wall with a big red blessing character. The red letters on a white background are particularly eye-catching. At the same time, it also blocks all the scenery in the courtyard.

"Wow! This shadow wall is very cool! It looks like the yard is very old! It must be an old gentleman living here!"

"Old man, it's very old!" Song Xijun's voice was obviously joking.

Wen Qingshui urged the wheelchair again and bypassed the shadow wall.

"Wow, oh my God, it's almost like a primeval forest. Who would plant so many trees in the yard? And there are drips hanging on them? This is just transplanted? And the flowers, hanging on the trees? It's amazing! Is there a fish pond? Wow, Xijun, this is nature! And that is a wooden house? Is it really made of wood? Not be? Who would think so much about living in a place like this?"

"Do you like it?"

"I like it!" Wen Qing replied subconsciously.

"If you like it, you're the old gentleman who just wants to live here. ”

Song Xijun smiled and kept looking at Wen Qingshui, who was pushing the wheelchair to rotate in the direction. Wen Qingshui suddenly stopped, looking at him without speaking, as if he wanted to see his heart.

The way she looked at him made him a little nervous. And at this moment, in Wen Qingshui's heart, emotions have also tumbled.

"Let's go inside!"

Song Xijun walked over as he spoke, pushing Wen Qingshui inside. This house is like a specially prepared for Wen Qingshui, every door has no threshold, and wheelchairs can pass through smoothly.

The outside of the house is a wooden structure, but I didn't expect the inside of the house to be too, and all the furniture is also wooden, which looks particularly exquisite. However, Wen Qingshui is no longer in the mood to appreciate it.

"You're saying you're here for me?"

"Hmm, don't like it?"

Song Xijun was already a little apprehensive at the moment.

"You're the gentleman who once rescued me back to the villa, aren't you?"

Song Xijun was taken aback, and then calmed down. Even if she had already guessed it, there was no need for her to hide it. Just like Grandpa said, shame on you! This gentleman's identity is really embarrassing, he just doesn't dare to face her?

After calming down for a moment, he wanted to ask, "You know, when did you know?" but seeing Wen Qingshui's expression at this moment, he was completely panicked. He didn't know if it was better for him to say something at this time, or to keep quiet, or to do something to digest her emotions better. Before he could finish his struggle, Wen Qingshui had already continued.

"I guessed right, isn't it? I just said how can there be such a coincidence in the world? Why did Mr. save me by such a coincidence, and he didn't like to be disturbed and let me live in it, let me go to him to recuperate, and it happened to be those equipment? And Chen Feng not only knows you, but also Mr.'s personal doctor? And you can change the layout of Mr.'s villa at will, and you can also have a dog?"

"Why did you make up such an identity? Why didn't you tell me you saved me, and why did you treat me so well? Do you really think that this is not beyond the boundaries of a friend? Do you remember what I used to say?"

Wen Qingshui looked at him, his eyes did not have the slightest wave, and calmly made Song Xijun afraid.

"Qingshui, listen to me......"

Song Xijun was completely panicked! But Wen Qingshui didn't give him a chance, but changed the topic again.

"Do you know why Leng Yueming and I divorced?"