The contract of the rich and powerful

"woke up?"

Yan Ruoxing stepped forward and gently tested her temperature with his hand again.

"If you retreat a little, you will feel better after taking the medicine."

He helped her up when she was weak, and handed the antipyretics and water cup to Xi Duoduo.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I here?"

She asked in a daze, looking at the medicine in a daze and forgetting to take it.

"You came back from the rain and almost fainted outside, don't talk about it, take your medicine quickly." Yan Ruoxing looked at her and said with concern.

Xi Duoduo took the cup of warm water in a daze, and swallowed the pills.

"Mom, does mom know I'm home?"

She suddenly thought of something and asked urgently.

"Don't worry, I told Mama Li that you discussed homework with me in my room, and you can go back when you feel better." He replied methodically, as if he had arranged everything for her.

Xi Duoduo nodded, feeling a little sour in her heart, as if eating a lemon, it was sour and bitter, this feeling lingered in her heart and still couldn't let go.

Yan Ruowen's rejection made her unacceptable.

She didn't want to just give up, but the reality was so ruthless.

Xi Duoduo lowered her head, her eyes were red, her face was still blushing from the fever, Yan Ruowen stretched out his hand and slowly held her hot cheeks.

"It's so cold."

Xi Duoduo regained consciousness in a trance.

When his slightly cold fingers pressed against her cheek, her thoughts were pulled back, and she couldn't help but stare at the boy in front of her.

"Look at you, if your mother sees it, you will be very worried. If you feel sad, let it go and don't embarrass yourself, okay?"

Yan Ruoxing spoke softly, lowering her long eyelashes.

The way he looked at her was very gentle, as gentle as a silky cream cake, which melted in the mouth.

A white mist appeared in Xi Duoduo's sight, and hot tears fell down.

She was the last thing to let her mother worry about herself, and she was unwilling to turn herself into such a useless appearance. After being rejected, her usual courage was completely disintegrated. She was even more sad when she heard Yan Ruoxing's words.

"It's not that I don't want to let go, it's that I can't let go. You said that he was so kind to me, but why did I end up being sentimental on my own in the end."

She cried and looked at Yan Ruoxing.

When thinking of Yan Ruowen, the sour feeling became stronger, and the tears fell down uncontrollably.

Yan Ruoxing's eyes were clear, but there was a look of pain in his eyes.

The hands he held in attendance fell down feebly.

No matter how he was by her side, the person she saw was always Yan Ruowen, but seeing her crying so hard made his heart feel uncomfortable too.

He must be the one who pretends to be passionate.

"Dodo, don't cry."

He gently wiped the tears from her face.

Xi Duoduo was sobbing, seeing him comforting herself, she had to hold back her tears, not wanting Yan Ruoxing to worry about herself.

"No matter how sad things are, they will pass. Don't go to see him, don't think about him anymore. It's easy to forget. May I accompany you to forget him?"

Yan Ruoxing said in a low voice, he gently hugged Xi Duoduo on the bed, and said soothingly.

She leaned against his chest, wet tears on his shirt, Xi Duoduo tried hard to convince herself, she clutched the corner of his shirt with her little hand, and nodded.

European style room.

Yan Ruowen looked at the heavy rain outside the french windows, the pattering rain kept falling, he stood alone in front of the french windows, looking lonely from his back.

All these years, he has been rejecting those girls who admire him, no matter whether those girls really like him or because of his family background, he doesn't care.

Rejection has always been an easy thing for him.

But now he is shaken.

He was shaken by more than one point, and even made him start to doubt.

Since he was a child, he has had a place for a girl in his heart, and he has always reserved that place for her, waiting for the day when she arrives.

However, ten years have passed, and he still can't find her.

He looked at the french windows, and it seemed that Xi Duoduo's bright smile and angry expression appeared in his sight, or she left alone after seeing her uncomfortable after he refused today.

Her appearance broke his original tranquility.

Yan Ruowen turned around, walked to the retro landline, turned it around a few times, and dialed the phone.

"Hey, contact the dean over there for me. I'm going there tomorrow."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Over the years, he asked his mother to send someone to look for her several times, but there was no news. This result made Yan Ruowen lose confidence, and he did not tell his mother that he did not give up. If he still can't find her this time, Maybe he really will give up.

the next day.

The black luxury car drove on the rugged mountain road, after passing a small road, it led to a smooth road, and finally stopped in front of an orphanage.

It took three hours to get here.

Yan Ruowen got on and off the car.

Ahead, there were a few large characters written on the door plaque of the dilapidated orphanage, the paint on it was almost gone, and the words Sunshine Welfare Institute were reflected indistinctly.

There is only a row of simple houses standing under the hills in this countryside.

Yan Ruowen's footsteps were fixed in place, his eyes were deep.

Inside the Dean's Office.

Yan Ruowen sat quietly on the bench, and he threw a thick sum of money onto the table.

"This is the decoration fee I plan to sponsor for the orphanage. Of course, I came here to hope that the director can do me a favor."

The dean is a middle-aged woman in her late fifties. She wears a pair of glasses and looks at Yan Ruowen kindly.

Over the years, even though their orphanage has asked many charities and the government for help, basically not many people have responded, and even if they have responded, they have sponsored very little supplies. This orphanage itself is a remote village in W City , it was the first time she saw such a generous person, not to mention that he was a boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Sir, do you have any questions?"

asked the dean in confusion.

"It was about ten years ago. I can't remember her appearance clearly, but she should be about the same age as me. Can you help me find out if there is a girl with a mole under the corner of her eye?"

Yan Ruowen said thoughtfully.

The characteristics he mentioned are simply looking for a needle in a haystack, and it is difficult to find the corresponding candidate based on these points alone.

Although this orphanage is not big, there are quite a few orphans who have come and gone here in the past ten years, hundreds if not thousands, and no one will pay special attention to whether any girl has a mole.

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