[Quick Transmigration] He loves me

chapter97 if you can do it all over again 8

"It's okay if you can still be poor, right?" Seeing that the man's face was a little better, Father Song sat down on the bed and touched the child's head: "You can't let us worry less."

"It's not entirely my fault..." I glanced at Yan Shang, and quickly shifted my gaze before others looked at me.

Song's father saw this little trick in his eyes: "Then who can be blamed, isn't it you who are delicious?"

"I didn't see that there were red beans in that cup of milk tea, it's usually not pearl milk tea..."

Yan Shang stood aside and didn't say anything, after all, his father was by the side.

Father Song said helplessly, "You."

"Dad, I want to be discharged from the hospital, but I won't be hospitalized if there is nothing serious?"

"Have you slowed down?" Father Song asked.

"It's okay." I lifted the quilt and tried to get off the ground, but my legs were still a little weak.

Yan Shang stretched out his hand to hold the man's arm so as not to fall.

Father Song pushed up his glasses and saw everything in his eyes.

"I'll ask the doctor to measure your blood pressure. If it doesn't work, leave tomorrow morning. Will your stomach still hurt?"

Lying back on the bed silently, well, now I have ignored it: "My stomach doesn't hurt much anymore."

Father Song rang the bedside bell.

After a while the doctor and nurse came over.

The doctor nodded to Song's father as a greeting, and then measured his blood pressure.

"90/60, low blood pressure, allergies like Mr. Song's clinical manifestations are symptoms of microcirculation disorders, caused by extensive expansion of microvessels. The manifestations are pale complexion, irritability, chills, cold sweats, weak pulse and drop in blood pressure. Remember not to If you touch red beans again, your body will remain in a sub-healthy state for a long time, and once the physical and chemical properties of the blood change, it will be difficult to recuperate. This is a family genetic disease history, and family members need to pay attention.”

Father Song sighed: "My son's situation seems to be more serious than mine."

The doctor replied: "General Song and Mr. Song are in a slightly better condition, with more abdominal pain, but judging from your son's performance over the years, this is indeed a microcirculation disorder."

I listened to them with a blank face, turned my head and whispered to Yan Shang: "Is it serious?"

Yan Shang pinched the man's earlobe: "Seriously, sub-health is not serious?"

"You can't completely blame me, isn't it because of—" Suddenly realizing what he was going to say, he immediately shut his mouth in the next second.

It's okay, it's embarrassing to say it.

Song's father was still talking to the doctor about the situation, and the nurse came to see the drip, and when he saw that the medicine had been administered, he pulled out the needle.

Seeing the boy's well-behaved appearance, the nurse smiled and said, "Little brother is so cute, how old is it?"

Me: "...I'm not a little brother, I'm already a freshman in high school."

"You look so small. Is this your brother? He's so handsome." The nurse put tape on the needle's eye and looked at Yan Shang a few more times.

"He's not my brother..."

Yan Shang was taken aback for a moment, and looked down at the person who turned his face away, what happened?

The nurse took it as an awkward child, smiled and followed the doctor out of the ward with her things.

Father Song turned around and was about to say a few words to Song Song when the phone rang, and it seemed that the caller ID was his assistant, and then he suddenly remembered about work.

Walking to the bedside, he said to the child: "Songsong, Dad is going outside to answer the phone, you should rest first. Ah Shang, help uncle watch over him for a while, I will ask the driver to take you back when I come back."

After speaking, he picked up the phone and walked out of the ward.

The ward is now quiet.

Yan Shang sat aside and looked at the guy who seemed a little unhappy, and asked gently: "What's wrong?"

"It's alright."

"It's okay, you will wrinkle your face." He stretched out his hand to hold the hand exposed outside the quilt, and gently stroked it with his thumb.

I turned my face to his side, looked at him for a few seconds, and said what I had been holding back for a long time: "Yan Shang, what am I to you?"

Seeing those ink-like eyes flashed a touch of surprise, could it be that the question I asked was very strange?

"What's the question, buddy?"

click-

Why do I feel like my heart is a little glassy, ​​this answer is not what I want!The next second I suddenly realized, what answer do I want

Apart from brother, what relationship can there be with Yan Shang?

[Hope, what should I do, I feel like I have a problem! 】

[Don't worry, just tell me. 】

【...No kidding. At this moment, why do I feel that I pay a lot of attention to Yan Shang recently. 】

Hope to feel that the comprehension ability of the host has improved: [Well, continue. 】

【Does this happen between boys and boys】

[I'm data, I don't know, and I'm a love system, not a friendship system. 】

Love system...

I raised a question: [Then do I want to fall in love? 】

Oh, the host feels much smarter!

【um, yes. 】

【Is my love partner the one I want to find back】

The host's brain is a bit fast, wow: [It can be said so. 】

I continued to ask:【Who was my former lover? 】

【I can’t tell you this, it’s a violation of the regulations of the General Administration. 】

[Will it be...] Yan Shang?

Then I was taken aback by my own suspicion, my God, I am really, crazy

The earlobe was suddenly pinched on the fingertips, and the body couldn't help but startled.

"What do you want to say to me? You see that you have been looking at me several times, why did I make you angry again?" Just now, because Song's father was also in the room and couldn't open his mouth to ask, he appeared to ask.

The awkwardness is still because of my appearance, although I don't know where and what I did?

"Why did you agree to Zhuo Shaoxun to kiss you?" When I thought about it just now, I felt awkward, and this promise was a little too quick, wouldn't normal men hesitate for a while? Normal...

normal……

I looked at him thoughtfully, yes, a normal boy would definitely hesitate to play such a game, no matter how strong the relationship is, isn't it?

"It's just a game, I didn't take it seriously." It turned out that he was thinking about this matter.

Seeing that he answered so casually, I was inexplicably angry, but I didn't want to be so obvious, it would appear that I was too narrow-minded.

"Games are games."

"Hehe, what's the matter? You're still jealous." Looking at the man's indifferent and obvious look, he was quite happy in his heart. Doesn't this mean that this guy still cares about himself?

"Be jealous."

"Stop swearing." Yan Shang said.

I turned over and covered my head with the quilt: "Leave me alone, you are civilized!"

This guy is really mad.

Yan Shang pinched the bridge of his nose, and sat on the sofa beside him. This guy really had all sorts of tempers towards him, did he really get used to it?

The door of the ward was not completely closed, and the people outside the door basically listened to the content of the two people's conversation, and the reflective lenses covered up the depth of the eyes.

The next day I stayed at home to take care of my body.

Yan Shang came to Song Song's house with things early in the morning, but he thought about something to coax people all night.

It was the Song family's aunt who opened the door.

"Master Yan, good morning, Song Song hasn't woken up yet."

"It's okay, I'll go up and look for him directly, where are uncles and aunts?"

"Sir and wife are having breakfast."

Yan Shang nodded: "Okay, I'll greet them first, thank you for your hard work, auntie."

"Oh, it's okay."

In the huge dining room, Song's father and Song's mother were eating breakfast.

Seeing Yan Shang walking in, Song's mother exclaimed happily: "Ah Shang, why are you here so early today?"

Yan Shang smiled and said, "Hello, uncle and aunt, let me see how Song Song is doing."

"That kid is very thick-skinned, Ah Shang, don't spoil him so much, lest his temper grow bigger and bigger."

Song's mother slapped her boy's arm, gritted her teeth and said: "What are you doing, you are just a son who doesn't spoil him, who do you spoil, oh, spoil your little lover"

Father Song glanced at her: "Aren't you my little lover?"

"Who knows if you have number one, number two, number three." Mother Song pushed her hair behind her ears, her posture was elegant and beautiful, and the smile on her lips revealed her happy mood at the moment.

Father Song's words have always been very useful.

Yan Shang has known for a long time that he is used to the way the two of them talk: "Then I'll go up and watch Songsong first."

"Ashan."

He stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at Father Song: "What's the matter, Uncle?"

Father Song put down the tablet in his hand, and said lightly: "Don't get too used to one person, lest people misunderstand."

My heart skipped a beat, what does this mean.

"Got it, uncle."

The gaze behind her was like a torch, as if being stabbed by a needle, it was painful.Maybe... His thoughts on Song Song have been seen.

Mother Song was at a loss: "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, let's have breakfast."

Stepping up the stairs is a bit heavy, and if you are seen, what should you do? No matter which family you are in, if a man likes his son, it must be a serious matter.

Now he can't even get over the hurdle in his heart, it's suffocating him, he's almost out of breath.There was a voice in his heart that kept telling him that he couldn't say, couldn't say.

Because, he was timid.

Push open the door of Song Song's room, the temperature of the air conditioner is suitable, the guy is still asleep, his face exposed outside the quilt looks rosy, there should be no big problem.

Slowly walking to the bed, looking at this sleeping face, she suddenly made a major decision in her heart, just once, to let herself stop thinking about people from now on.

Leaning down and approaching those red lips, thoughts surged, full of bitterness.

"Yan Shang, what are you doing?"

Yan Shang raised his eyes suddenly and met Song Song's eyes.

I cleared my thirsty voice and looked at him: "Yan Shang, what do you want to do?"

For a moment, their eyes met but they were speechless.

The author has something to say:

oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Yan Shang endured it hard, so let Song Song push him.

Fall in love, everyone!