The sweet pet of a wealthy family: He Shao's substitute bride

Because of wronging someone, Jiang Ruoyue was punished on the spot by someone.

In the evening, she sat on the steps of the wooden house and called her grandmother. She was relieved when she learned that her grandmother was safe.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ruoyue got up and went back to the room, took out the medicine box, and insisted on applying medicine to He Yi's wound.

He Yi had nothing to do with her, so he took off his coat, and seeing the shocking wound, Jiang Ruoyue's heart ached.

"It must hurt."

He Yi shook his head, "It's okay, with you by my side, it's like eating honey every day."

"Every time you say that I am a fool, you are the one who is really stupid. I am not a medicine, how can I relieve the pain."

Jiang Ruoyue cleaned the wound for him, and her eyes became moist while cleaning. No wonder, he always tried his best not to let her see the wound, because looking at it was really uncomfortable.

He Yi raised his hand to wipe her eyes.

"What are you crying for? It just looks scary. It really doesn't hurt."

The more He Yi rubbed it, the more the pearls in Jiang Ruoyue's eyes couldn't be stopped, as if the thread had been broken, she couldn't live up to her breath.

"Tears, they will fall by themselves."

She doesn't want to cry either. She is usually very strong and she doesn't like to cry.

I am really ignorant, he is so miserable, I still don't trust him, I want him to coax, lie.

Guilt pierced her heart like rough needles.

"bare……"

He Yi had a handsome face, his facial features were all tangled up.

Jiang Ruoyue exclaimed, "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

Could it be that she accidentally hurt herself? Jiang Ruoyue was so anxious just now that she jumped up while sitting like a rabbit.

He Yi propped his face sideways.

"It's just that when you cry, my wound hurts so much that it hurts like a heart. Maybe if you smile, it won't hurt."

Only then did Jiang Ruoyue realize that he was clearly trying to trick her on purpose. After her tense heart was relieved, she couldn't help but glared at him.

"Still in the mood to joke around."

After disinfection, Jiang Ruoyue carefully poured out the powder from the brown bottle and sprinkled it on the wound.

After sprinkling the powder and then bandaging it, Jiang Ruoyue's black and white eyes flickered, and her peachy face abruptly changed from red to white.

He Yi is like being able to read minds.

"Still embarrassed to speak?"

Jiang Ruoyue plucked up her courage, "...well... that is, you have to control yourself in the future, and you can't do things that consume too much energy."

He Yi leaned over, brushed her thin lips against her sweet ears, "For example?"

Jiang Ruoyue turned her face away, two red clouds appeared on her face, "Stop being stupid, you know what I'm going to say."

He Yi slightly hooked his lips, and ran his slender fingertips across her long straight hair, and asked with a smile, "Can you sing?"

"Sing? You want to hear me sing?"

Jiang Ruoyue couldn't help wondering, no one begged her to sing before, it was such a special request.

He Yi's eyes are full of tenderness, which is as addictive as the water in the peach blossom pond.

"Well, I want to hear you sing, it must be very nice."

Jiang Ruoyue's voice is brisk and bright, and she must sing very well.

Jiang Ruoyue was a little embarrassed, she hadn't sung in front of others very much, she was quite shy.

She is a jewelry designer, why don't you tell her to design a set of jewelry.

"Then let me give it a try, what type of song do you want to hear?"

"It's all right, your singing is the best."

He Yi is really not picky at all.

Jiang Ruoyue turned on her phone and pulled out a selection of songs. She lined her chin with one hand and looked outside. The golden sunset against the blue sea was a sweet picture.

"Then I'll sing."

a bit sweet?What kind of song is this? He Yi has never heard of it, but the name of the song is quite interesting.

The brisk and lively melody flowed out from the phone, and Jiang Ruoyue hummed softly along with the melody, her white teeth clenched lightly, and the sunset shone through the swaying wooden window on her tender face.

pick an apple

waiting for you to pass the door

……

I don't know why

the wound has not healed

You broke into my heart like this

It is you who let me see a flower blooming in the dry desert

It's you that makes me want to write a love song for you every day

.........

i am michelangelo

Describing the happiest style with heart

take time to miss

love is a little sweet

After the song was over, pink bubbles appeared all around, Jiang Ruoyue stuck out her pink tongue to relieve her tension.

"Isn't it unpleasant?"

The corners of He Yi's sweet lips turned up, "The best one, it's recorded."