Can't escape the female supporting role of Black Heart Lotus [Transmigration Book]

The lavender rose color is magnificent yet elegant.

The elegant fragrance of flowers gave the whole ward a little unknown warmth.

Wen Renqing's index finger pausing on the bed stopped, and Dan Feng looked deeply at the little face hidden in the rose bushes.

Plain and fair, yet delicate and pretty.

The little girl ran up to her happily like a little fairy among flowers.

Wen Renqing didn't move for a long time, but the cat-like lazy eyes leaning on the pillow, after a moment of surprise, turned into another kind of incomprehensible depth.

"Do you know what it means to send flowers?" She raised her eyebrows and asked, her expression was still indifferent, but there was interest in her eyes.

Ji Xun opened Xing'er's eyes, and slowly handed over the flowers: "Qingqing, hug me."

The little girl was still thinking in a single thread, asking her good friend to hug the flower.

When Wen Renqing asked, she nodded, "I know."

She read it on the Internet, and it is actually okay to send roses or asparagus.It's just that she thinks the rose looks brighter and softer, and the color is more beautiful.

She raised her eyes and said softly, "Did I send it wrong?"

That little hamster-like look is just...

Wen Renqing even moved his body before his brain.

When she came back to her senses, there was already such a bouquet of rose flowers that smelled elegant in her bosom.

She lowered her eyes to look at the flowers one by one, and they competed to smile.

The light purple petal texture becomes lighter as it goes outward, even close to milky white.

She was almost submerged in such a sea of ​​flowers, and her mind was even blank for a moment.

But after inexplicably losing that hibiscus, a certain gap in my heart was completely filled because of so many roses.

Ji Xun leaned over sweetly, her lips were pink and tender: "Qingqing, do you like it?"

The last time she picked hibiscus for Qingqing, Qingqing accepted them all.I also secretly put it in my pocket, so I probably like the rose this time.

Wen Renqing was a little confused by the question.

In her many, many memories, few people asked her like this: Do you like it.

If liking was useful, there wouldn't be so much regret and pain in the world.

As long as you say you don't like it, you can get out of all the whirlpools.Just say something you like and you'll be able to...

She stared at Hua in a daze, and unconsciously turned her eyes away, and landed on the little girl wandering around in the ward.

Ji Xun pinched the jet-black hair beside her ears, and was about to find a place to put the flowers.It would be great if there is a vase. Put the flowers in the water and they can grow for a while.

However, after searching around, he couldn't find a suitable container. When he turned his head, he saw Qingqing in a daze.

The usually cold and indifferent girl seemed to be stunned by the flowers, staring at the rose, but still hasn't recovered.

The cold face lost a little bit of chill, but instead showed a little more naivety.

Ji Xun has never seen such a clear face, she really thinks it is cute.

She wanted to go over quietly, be naughty, and wave her hands, but she immediately realized that Qingqing was different from normal people, she had a bad heart and couldn't be frightened.

So she lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing the other party, and said softly: "Qingqing?"

Wen Renqing is like waking up from a dream, returning to his senses.

There was a pure and beautiful little face in front of him.

Ji Xun looked at her across a bouquet of flowers, and when she saw that she was silent, she blinked her eyes.

"What are you thinking?" she asked softly.

The aroma of flowers is still wafting to the nose, the little girl Xing'er's eyes are moist, and her face is as tender as a peeled egg.

"If there is anything bothering you, can you tell me?" Ji Xun asked again.

She tilted her head, and suddenly tore off a petal lightly, like picking up a feather, and gently rubbed it against her silent face.

The tender petals touched the cheek, itching, and even brought an electric current.

Wen Renqing abruptly turned his face away, and reflexively grasped the little hand holding the petal, his movements were decisive and fierce.

Qingqing's movements were too fast, before Ji Xun could even react, her whole hand was held down.

Qingqing's strength is quite strong.

She was a little frightened, and stared blankly at the other party for a while, unable to speak: "..."

Ji Xun, who didn't speak, had watery eyes, red lips and white teeth, and the pretty breath of a cardamom girl rushed towards her face, and she couldn't hide it at all.

But there was another pathetic feeling of being frightened and stupid.

Wen Renqing looked at such a face, and the little crying bag that lay in his arms yesterday, crying almost out of breath, flashed in his mind.

She still remembered the feeling that something was wrong all over her body, and the tears in her heart and mouth became bitter together.

She let go of her hand, a little uncomfortable, but explained lightly: "Itches."

Ji Xun was stunned for a while, then whispered: "Then I won't do it."

She just saw this clearly, and wanted to make her happy and maintain a good mood, instead of pretending to be bored with a lot of troubles in her heart.

"No matter what the rest of the recuperation plan is, Qingqing, I will be with you. You, don't be afraid."

Ji Xun leaned closer again, stretched out his hand and put the flower aside, like a bird returning from its nest, leaning closer with attachment and worry.

Wen Renqing raised his hand to cover half of his face, feeling dizzy.

It's not the uncomfortable kind of dizziness, but...

It's as if a person is floating in the sea of ​​flowers, dizzy by the fragrance, and feels powerless and helpless in his chest.

Especially the delicate little flower in front of her, it is still a budding flower, it grows delicate and beautiful, but it doesn't even grow a single self-protective thorn.It made people suspect that as long as she was a little irritable, she would be scared away.

"Qingqing? You can tell me what you think. If you are always bored by yourself, I will worry."

Qingqing is always in a daze today, Ji Xun feels a little strange and can't help worrying.

Is it because of the sequelae of yesterday's rescue?Or is she tired and sleepy?

"Shall I help you lie down?"

Ji Xun looked into each other's eyes and asked in a low voice.Like a cold maiden, a fragile treasure.

"When are you going back to school?"

Wen Renqing finally spoke, but his eyes flicked past the face full of sincere concern.

She felt a little messed up in her head.

Being so caring, worried, and tender, his hands and feet were stiff, and he hardly knew how to react.

She didn't have any experience dealing with this kind of intimacy.

Even in the extra memory, most of them are how to deal with the enemy's cruel methods.The more advanced the system came, the more ruthless she was.

Until the end, he was able to use the absorbed energy without changing his face to instantly kill those annoying flies.

As for Ji Xun's face in front of her, she has seen it many times in the plot world.

There are different souls coming in, against it and against themselves.

She should have been very disgusted.

But the memory of more than ten years is there, every time she sees Ji Xun, the first thought that pops up in her heart is not disgust, but joy and longing...

Longing to hold this flower in the palm of my hand all the time, to see how she flutters in the wind.

Why changing a soul can make a person so different.

Even the hair of the little girl in front of her felt soft and cute.

Some kind of subtle throbbing, mixed in the memory of more than ten years, made her head feel heavier.

"You go out." Wen Renqing lay down and pulled the quilt, "I'm tired."

"Then I..." Ji Xun stood up lightly.

The girl on the bed said again: "If you have nothing to do, go back to school first. I will come to you when I am well."

"Don't come to see me. I'll take some time off."

Across the quilt, the girl's voice was faint, without any emotional ups and downs.

chaos.

Disturbed.

She just wants to be alone quietly, and it is best not to have these tenderness who easily provoke her by her side.

Ji Xun saw the other party's resistance, and felt a little hurt in her heart, but soon, she adjusted.

"Okay. Then I... go back to school tomorrow. I will send you a message every day, and I will read it when you feel refreshed. Okay?"

Ji Xun took the trouble, without the slightest bit of impatience or any negative emotions.

Wen Renqing pulled down a corner of the quilt slightly with his fingertips.

She saw the slender figure of the little girl closing the door gently and walking out.

The tail of jet-black hair swayed in the air, leaving a beautiful arc.

The funny and cute little thing is gone, but something seems different in the ward.

what is it then?

Wen Renqing pulled off the quilt, and turned her clear eyes to the rose beside the bed.

found it.

Her fair fingers stretched out slowly, and gently tore off a petal.

In the indifferent snow mountain in front of people, thinking about the scene just now, he pinched the corner of the petal like a gourd, and gently scraped it on his face.

Twice.

Three times.

The petals were still soft and smooth to the touch, and there was no electric current that made her vigilant.

So is it because the little crying bag has a system in its body?

But when she pinched the system, even if it was an advanced system, there had never been such an electric current.

She lowered her eyes, her eyes gradually changed from deep to suspicious, and finally turned helpless.

Zhu Peixian and his wife asked the hospital to check their daughter back and forth many times. Looking at the report that every indicator was extremely healthy, the two of them did not speak for a while.

"Is this report accurate?"

"Is our daughter really okay?"

"What do you say?"

The two stared at each other.

Ji Xun leaned over: "I may have been dizzy that day because, um, I squatted for a long time and stood up suddenly."

She tried to find a reasonable excuse for her sudden faint that day.

Otherwise, Mom and Dad will always remember this matter, and it will be difficult to turn the page.

Zhu Peixian was dubious: "Really?"

Ji Mingliang also had doubts in his eyes: "Have you been squatting for a long time?"

Ji Xun chick nodded vigorously like pecking at rice: "Yeah."

She must not be able to tell Ji's father and Ji's mother about these things about the system.

"Okay." Zhu Peixian put away the report and sighed, "Xiao Xun, Mom and Dad are usually busy with work, so they spend too little time with you. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell us, okay?"

"I know my mother." Ji Xun nodded obediently, and snuggled into Ji's mother's arms.

……

When Ji Xun returned to school, Gu Mo asked, "Why is it only you, Wen Renqing?"

These two people have always been inseparable from each other, why did they suddenly separate?

Moreover, Wen Renqing is simply a model worker and a role model among the students, almost rain or shine, unshakeable, never late, absent from class and leave early.

Is it sick leave?

Ji Xun looked at the empty seat beside him, lowered his eyes, with a downcast expression on his face.

"She has something to do, and she may not come soon."

Gu Mo saw that there was something wrong here, but he didn't want to ask more questions. Seeing that Ji Xun was depressed, he comforted him a few words, and left in doubt.

Yao Yue, who was sitting in the back row, watched this scene with a meaningful smile on the corner of her mouth.

The snow mountain and the elf are inseparable, inseparable?

Who is the cutie who is alone in front of him?

Let’s write a small theater: Xiaocui holds out from behind: a bunch of bright yellow rapeseed flowers.

"Madam, the reader asked me to arrange it. Do you think it will work?"

Wen Renyue dislikes: What is this?

The one who arranged the rape flowers, come here, hhh, see if the lady will hit you with high heels!