When Pei Xiaorou told the truth about the matter, Pei Minghui was angry and guilty at the same time, and kept apologizing to his sister. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Even the always gentle mother of pearl was angry, and scolded his classmates for not being good people, and Yang Anan was even more angry and jumped to his feet and cursed loudly.

Bei Xiaorou looked at their righteous indignation with soft eyes, and her heart was moved, and she couldn't hide the shallow smile on her tired face.

Lei Ziqian, who had not taken his eyes off her, saw that after she finished speaking, her face became more and more tired, frowned slightly, stood up, and stopped the three who were still angry, "Auntie, it's time to let her rest." ”

Bei Xiaorou looked at him, her heart was warm, and she was so full that she could barely bear it.

As soon as Mother Pearl's mother was reminded by him, she suddenly noticed how bad her daughter's face was, blamed herself for her carelessness, and realized that she had forgotten the benefactor who saved her daughter, and she was a little sorry for a while.

patted her daughter's hand, Mother Fritillary whispered to her to have a good rest, and then asked Yang Anan and Pei Minghui to accompany her, and then walked to Lei Ziqian, stretched out his hand and pointed to the small hall outside. The man nodded, and the two walked out side by side.

Bei Xiaorou was really tired, and she didn't have any extra energy, so she thought about what her mother wanted to say to him, so she lay on the bed with the support of the two of them, and fell asleep soon.

In the small hall, Mother Fritillary stopped, turned to Lei Ziqian and bent down cautiously, full of gratitude: "Thank you so much, Xiaorou was able to have no danger this time, thanks to your help, thank you, thank you!" ”

Mother of pearl said several thanks in a row, and her excitement was obvious.

Lei Ziqian hurriedly stretched out his hand to help her up: "Auntie, you don't have to be so polite, I have my selfishness in doing this." ”

Mother Fritillary thought of her daughter's suffering that night, and couldn't help but weep again, and for a while she didn't understand the meaning of his last sentence, but kept saying thank you.

took out a tissue on the side and handed it to her, seeing that she didn't understand what she meant, Lei Ziqian didn't mention it again, but there was more thought in her dark eyes.

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The breeze blows through the window, the white curtains flutter with the wind, and the pale pink lily fragrance in front of the windowsill fills the room, which makes people feel very relaxed.

After a morning's rest, Pei Xiaorou's spirit has improved a lot, and after persuading Pei Minghui, who had been by her side and looked sleepy, to go back to rest, she half leaned in front of the bed and looked down at the food magazine in her hand.

For a moment, there was only the occasional sound of paper turning in the room, and other than that, there was silence.

The door of the ward was suddenly opened, and then there was a rush of footsteps, Bei Xiaorou blinked slightly, turned her head to look over, and saw a man with an anxious face striding over.

She was slightly stunned, a little surprised how he knew he was here, but he still opened his mouth and called softly, "Brother Song".

Song Weize had a patient whose condition worsened last night, so he rushed back to the hospital for an overnight operation, and went home to rest on vacation today. After waking up, I found that the phone was out of battery, and after charging it, I turned it on, and when I saw the call reminder, I called back to Pei Minghui at the moment. Only then did she learn the news of Pei Xiaorou's accident, and she was distressed and annoyed for a moment, and hurried over after asking the address of the hospital.

Trotting in from the hospital gate, he gasped and walked to the bed, his eyes behind the lenses stared at the woman on the bed for a moment, looking at the dazzling bruises on the originally tender little face, and the distress in his eyes overflowed in an instant.

Frowning, he leaned over slightly, his big hand gently clasped her chin to fix her head, his face leaned closer, and carefully examined her wounds.

The sudden approach made Bei Xiaorou slightly uncomfortable, but seeing that he couldn't hide his worry in his focused expression, he didn't struggle to cooperate with him.

After a while, Song Weize finally let go of his hand and straightened up, Bei Xiaorou breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at him and smiled slightly: "Brother Song, in fact, I'm fine, don't worry." ”

Song Weize pursed his lips and looked at her, only to feel that she was so small and fragile, and she needed someone to pity and love, and the love in her heart could no longer be suppressed, and she said in a low voice: "Xiaorou, give me a chance and let me take care of you, okay?" ”

Bei Xiaorou looked at him stunned, a little unable to react for a while, and asked sneeringly: "Brother Song, you, what are you talking about?" ”

Bending over and clasping her hands on the quilt in the palms of his hands, Song Weize looked directly at her confused and helpless eyes, with an eager light in his eyes, and finally revealed his heart: "Xiaorou, I have never forgotten you in the ten years of separation, I like you, be my girlfriend, okay?" ”

Looking at the serious confessional face in front of her, Bei Xiaorou was shocked, she never thought that Song Weize had such feelings for her, and she didn't know how to respond for a while.

Song Weize held her hand tightly, his eyes hidden behind the lenses were desperately enthusiastic, and his heart was tightly held, waiting for her answer.

Frightened by the unusually fiery light in his eyes, Bei Xiaorou bit her lip and withdrew her hand hard, bowing her head to avoid his gaze.

Looking at the empty palms, and then at the woman who was obviously evading, Song Weize's eyes darkened slightly, he straightened up, and took a deep breath: "I seem to be in a bit of a hurry, it's okay, you don't have to answer me now." ”

Bei Xiaorou's tightly clenched hands slowly loosened at this time, and finally raised her head, looking at him apologetically with clear eyes: "Brother Song, I have always regarded you as my eldest brother, you are like my family, I respect you and love you, I, I'm sorry." ”

Song Weize's face stiffened, his heart continued to sink, the gloom in his eyes could no longer be hidden, the hands placed beside him were lightly clenched into fists, and he lowered his eyes and stared at the white and shiny ground, and his heart swelled with bitterness.

He maintained this posture and did not say a word for a long time.

Seeing him like this, a sense of guilt surged in Pei Xiaorou's heart. She propped herself up and half-knelt on the bed, looking up at him: "I'm sorry, Brother Song." ”

Song Weize slowly raised his head, looking at the undisguised worry and self-blame on her face, the corners of his lips tugged slightly, and he wanted to pull up an arc to comfort her, but he couldn't do it.

He reached out and removed his glasses, wiped his face, and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes inexplicably remorseful, his lips pursed.

Bei Xiaorou couldn't see his expression, so she could only hang her head and look at her clasped hands helplessly, not knowing what she could do again.

There was silence in the room.

After a while, Song Weize lowered his head, Junya's face had returned to silence, put on his glasses again, and looked at the woman sitting on the bed. The big hand slowly stretched out, and when it was about to touch her hair, it suddenly clenched into a fist, and finally withdrew its hand in a dejected manner.

He turned around, his face full of loss and bitterness, and after gently dropping a word to tell her to rest in a low voice, he walked out of the ward.

Bei Xiaorou raised her head suddenly, looking at the figure he was about to enter the small hall, her chest tightened slightly, and she subconsciously shouted: "Brother Song!" ”

Song Weize paused, but didn't look back, "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

After the words fell, he quickly left the ward, and the calm on his face gradually crumbled after sitting in the car.

There was a tingling pain in his chest that was constantly tightening, and frustration, regret, chagrin, and disappointment flashed in his eyes. He slammed his fist into the steering wheel, then lowered his head against it, his lips pursed a bitter line.

Can it only be the big brother?

After a long time, a low sigh sounded in the carriage, so helpless and stunned.