A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The urgent sound of the ambulance echoed in my ears, and words such as "rescue", "seriously injured" and "emergency room" came from around me from time to time.

Song Qinghan slowly opened his eyes, and seeing strangers with eager eyes surrounding him, he couldn't help but ask, "Who are you...?"

Those people were quiet for a moment, looked at each other, and suddenly said in unison: "I lost my memory!"

The brain throbbed in pain, Song Qinghan opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say something more, but tilted his head, but fell into a coma again.

After he opened his eyes again and stared blankly at the ceiling and the hanging bottle on the top for a long time, he finally realized his current situation.

He actually crossed over again? !

No, or, what happened before was all his dream?

In fact, he has never traveled to that strange world of boys and girls. Wu Dahu is still a person who appeared in his dream, but this dream has become a dream within a dream?

The more he thought about it, the more numb his scalp became, and for a moment he wondered if he had schizophrenia.

What dream can be so real?So that he can't even recognize people in reality?It's so... even the pain of giving birth is so clear.

He moved his hand slowly over the top of his belly, which was now smooth and unsewed.

Really, what a yellow beam dream.

Those people came to see him one after another. From their mouths, Song Qinghan learned that the reason why everyone arrived that day was because the golden rescue time was about to be missed. If Song Qinghan still had no signs of waking up , the hospital is about to judge her as a vegetative state.

Vegetative people are not terrible, but the terrible thing is that no one can take care of him. The hospital is not for charity, and it is impossible to keep these machines running for him alone for free.

Fortunately, things weren't too bad, he woke up no matter what, although in the eyes of those people, his dazed appearance after waking up was not much different from before waking up, at most he could eat by himself.

After a delay of two or three days, Song Qinghan retrieved the previous memories in a hurry, but although he could match the names in memory with the faces of those people, he couldn't get back the previous feeling, as if He and them are no longer close colleagues, but strangers.

Seeing his indifferent attitude, those people no longer visited his ward frequently. After all, no one wants to put a hot face on a cold ass, and besides, everyone has a lot of things to do, so they forget it when they are busy. In terms of people who are both teachers and friends.

Song Qinghan completed the discharge procedures by himself, went to the dean to submit the resignation letter he had prepared a long time ago, ignored the dean's strong persuasion, and resolutely left the hospital that made him feel complicated.

The location of home is always remembered, and even if his consciousness doesn't remember, the body memory he cultivated for so long is still there, even if he closes his eyes, he can still know which way to go.

When he reached the endlessly flowing road, Song Qinghan, who hadn't seen so many cars for a long time, subconsciously stopped, turned his head to look, and quietly stood beside a person who was also about to cross the road.

Seeing that the man kept looking up at something, and from time to time muttering to himself such words as "sinful" and "young", he followed the man's line of sight and saw the LED screen. A big face appeared on it.

It is indeed a big face, because this is a close-up that has been enlarged to the point that it cannot be enlarged any more, as if wishing to show the pores on that person's face.

The red light turned green, the people around him changed one after another, and some kind people reminded him that he could cross the road, but when he found that he didn't respond, he just thought he had some brain problems and shook his head regretfully. then left.

Song Qinghan's hands clenched into fists at some point, hanging down on his sides, as if he was trying to keep calm, so that he would not do something incomprehensible because of his gaffe.

A slight but firm word escaped from his mouth: "Dahu..."

He jumped up and ran in the direction of his home.

I don't know when the green light turned into a red light. His behavior was interpreted as suicide. Several cars were so frightened that they slammed on the brakes. Finally, the driver stuck his head out of the car window and yelled at him. a meal.

Song Qinghan didn't know about this, and there was only one thought in his mind, that is to go home quickly, find out the name and address of the person on the LED billboard, and then use all means to find him.

Regardless of whether those things are true or not, his love for Wu Dahu is true, so even if he travels through time and space, he still wants to find Wu Dahu and fulfill the promise he made in his last life before his death—to protect him by himself.

After returning home, he turned on the computer with trembling hands, typed in "the man on the LED billboard" with one finger, pressed Enter, and screened the information he needed one by one. His frowning revealed the unrest in his heart. Even during the college entrance examination, he probably never took it so seriously.

That man was different from what he thought, his name was not Wu Dahu, but Wu Dahu, and the reason for his name was also very simple, because when he was born, his parents happened to arrive at the place "Shanghai".

Simple, rude, just like his father's family history.

That's right, Wu Dahu is an out-and-out rich second generation, but as a rich second generation, he doesn't smoke, drink or cause trouble.

Song Qinghan's mood was very complicated after reading it, because no matter what happened in his previous life, he and Wu Dahu were still in the same family, but he didn't expect that the distance between the two of them would be hundreds of thousands of miles.

How does this allow him to fulfill his promise?

But he is not discouraged. In his previous life, Wu Dahu had spent a lot of effort in chasing him. He hasn't started yet, so what is there to complain about?Isn't it just distance?Even a bird in Jingwei knows how to fill the sea with stones. Doesn't he know how to build bridges with his hands?

He made up his mind to do it, without even thinking about it, he grabbed his wallet and mobile phone, went downstairs to take a taxi, and said, "Go to Yinlin Pavilion, Beichen Road."

The driver was just about to turn over the sign, but when he heard the destination, his butt slipped and he almost knocked forward on the steering wheel.

Where is Beichen Road?That is the most prosperous area in the whole city, where every inch of land is precious. Every time he drives past there, he drives in the middle of it impartially. I can't afford it.

The most important thing is that Yinlin Pavilion is the most famous place on Beichen Road. The reason is nothing more than the richest man in the city lives there. The high-walled compound completely cuts off the outside sight, but it can never be seen by the outside world. Curious, pedestrians will always stare at the tall courtyard wall for a long time when they walk there, as if they can decipher the story of the richest man from the structure of the courtyard wall.

He took a look at Song Qinghan from the rearview mirror. He was handsome and fair, with two black spots under his eyes. He didn't look old, but he didn't look young anymore. Most importantly, he didn't look like a rich man.

But as the saying goes, "A person should not be judged by his appearance", maybe this person who does not look like a rich person happens to be a rich person?

Thoughts swirled in the driver's mind, and finally came back to the original point. He punched the card, stepped on the gas pedal, and happily said, "That's it!"

Song Qinghan didn't know why the driver was so happy, he only knew that he was very nervous now.

It's a bit like a groom who is about to meet his newlyweds, worried that the other party's reaction will be too flat, and worried that the other party's reaction will be too intense.

While he was thinking wildly, the tall courtyard wall had already appeared in the driver's sight, and the driver looked at the security guard standing straight outside the door, with a flash of admiration in his eyes.

Obviously, the most advanced anti-theft technology has been used, but two flesh-and-blood people still have to be placed at the door. This feels a bit like an ancient mansion. You must pick the best two stone lions at the door. Other meanings Unknown, but imposing!

Song Qinghan randomly drew two red tickets and stuffed them into the driver's hand. He didn't even look at the change he got back, and walked directly towards the door of Yinlin Pavilion.

The driver didn't stop him, and put the change back into his wallet, thinking that what the ancients said still made sense. Fortunately, he didn't refuse the ride before, otherwise he would have missed a "big customer".

Song Qinghan was not as optimistic as the driver. He walked up to the security guard nervously, cleared his throat, and said in a deep voice, "I have something to do with Wu Dahu, please tell me."

When he realized that he had spoken the old saying casually, he wished he could bite off his tongue, and the tips of his ears couldn't help but blush.

The security guard looked at each other and turned his head again, pretending not to see him.

Song Qinghan plucked up his courage and was about to repeat it, when a somewhat solemn voice suddenly sounded from the loudspeaker.

"The young master is ill, don't stop the ambulance when it comes in later."

Just as the security guards were about to respond, they heard a crisp voice that rang out before them.

"I am the attending doctor of the No. [-] Hospital, so I can see the patient's condition before the ambulance arrives, so as not to delay the treatment."

There was a look of astonishment on their faces, and they turned their heads to see that Song Qinghan was really holding the work card of the First Hospital in his hand, and he stammered, explaining: "Guan, butler, this person just arrived, we haven't had time to send him out yet. drive away..."

As expected of a housekeeper, the butler only glanced at the work card in Song Qinghan's hand, and said decisively: "Let him in."

After Song Qinghan walked into the gate, looking at the wide road, he felt that the ambulance might have arrived by the time he walked over.

However, there was no reason why the housekeeper couldn't think of the problems he could think of, so a man in black riding a battery car appeared in front of him after a while.

He didn't ask too much, just straddled into the car, feeling the breeze blowing on his face, thinking that the yard is too big, it's not good, after he gets together with Wu Dahu, he will live in a small house.

After arriving at the place, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo looked at him seriously, stretched out his hand in an inviting gesture, and said as he walked, "Master accidentally knocked his head in the bathroom a few days ago, and the family doctor said yes after examination." It's okay, I didn't expect that after that, the young master would feel a splitting headache every day, saying that someone else was digging his head, and he just hit his head against the wall, and now he has passed out, we dare not act rashly, and it will take a while for the ambulance to come Time, please let the doctor handle it briefly."

Song Qinghan found that although the housekeeper seemed to have believed him, there were a few strong men who seemed to be following around them all the time, with their hands either in their pockets or in their jacket pockets, as if they were about to take something dangerous out of them at any moment. like.

He didn't think it was too sad, the defense should be tighter, otherwise anyone could go to see Wu Dahu, and Wu Dahu's little life would have been gone long ago.

After arriving in a cold-colored room, Song Qinghan's heart tightened when he saw the figure lying in a pool of blood on the ground. He walked over quickly, opened the medical box prepared by the side, put on clean gloves, Pursing his lips, he began to treat Wu Dahu's wound.

Thankfully, although he hadn't touched these modern tools for a long time, there was no jerky feeling in using them.

The butler has been in a state of high tension since Song Qinghan got his hands on it. As long as Song Qinghan dares to make a rash move, the pistol with a silencer will take his life away in an instant.

Fortunately, he didn't, and the bleeding stopped. Although he was an outsider, he could tell that Song Qinghan's technique was astonishingly professional.

As soon as Song Qinghan packed his things, the sound of an ambulance came from outside. He stepped aside, and after the ambulance personnel came in, he briefly explained Wu Dahu's status. Seeing the ambulance personnel, they looked at him with strange eyes. He said directly: "I am Song Qinghan from the First Hospital."

Hearing this name, the ambulance personnel showed a sudden realization expression on their faces, nodded respectfully to him, quickly lifted Wu Dahu and walked out, and one of the people who fell behind even asked Song Qinghan if he wanted it. Let's go together.

Song Qinghan naturally wanted to follow Wu Dahu, but he had to explain to the housekeeper to avoid his suspicion.

"Save people to the end, since he passed through my hands, I should always watch him recover."

The butler looked at his back and motioned to the person behind him. The person quickly handed over his mobile phone and said in a low voice, "This Song Qinghan is very famous in the medical field. He is just like the photo, so he must be right."

Seeing this, the butler couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and took his hand out of his trouser pocket.

It was the first time he had seen a doctor who saved people to the end, but so far it seemed that there was no abnormality, maybe this was just a little quirk of a genius.

Song Qinghan was very quiet along the way, only occasionally answering one or two questions from the doctors, and after answering, he lowered his head to look at Wu Dahu, as if staring at his beloved partner.

Seeing his indifferent attitude, those doctors didn't ask for trouble anymore, and started to work after arriving at the hospital.

Although Song Qinghan is a doctor, he is not a doctor in this hospital, so he is not qualified to go to the emergency room. Fortunately, he is not in a hurry, because he knew that Wu Dahu's injury was actually not serious when he was treating Wu Dahu's wound. Seriously, the so-called rescue is just to help him do a full-body examination to rule out other complications.

Even so, the emergency room was also unknowingly full of people, including of course the butler Song Qinghan had seen before, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, with a painful expression on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Qinghan found it strange that Wu Dahu's parents didn't show up, but in his logic, Wu Dahu's injury was a minor injury, so it's normal that his parents didn't show up.

After a while, the door of the emergency room opened, and the doctor pushed Wu Dahu out, and said to the housekeeper with a sincere face: "There is no major problem, but the brain is injured, and I need to rest for a few days."

The housekeeper seemed relieved, followed behind the doctor, and pushed Wu Dahu into the best single ward of the hospital.

After he stood still, he was about to speak to the doctor about something related to Wu Dahu's condition, when he caught sight of Song Qinghan who was standing quietly in the corner, and couldn't help but stop talking.

The doctor didn't think much of it, after all, Song Qinghan came with them, so it's normal to be here at this time.

After the idlers had left, only the butler and those who looked like thugs were left in the room, and Song Qinghan who stood in the corner and was clearly separated from them.

Song Qinghan glanced at the butler, but he didn't see him, so he dragged a bench and sat next to Wu Dahu, took an apple and shaved it, and ate it slowly, saying vaguely: "I want to watch him wake up, otherwise I will worried."

The butler hesitated to speak, thinking that Song Qinghan had saved Wu Dahu just now, and if he drove people away now, it would look no different from crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, so he dragged a bench and sat down on the other side.

Apple's crisp voice kept echoing in the room, and the thugs subconsciously touched their stomachs.

They came out in such a hurry that they hadn't had time to eat lunch yet.

I don't know if he thought the voice was too loud, Wu Dahu's brows gradually wrinkled, his eyelids opened slowly, and he murmured softly: "Xiaohan..."

The sound of biting the apple stopped abruptly. Song Qinghan took out a piece of paper and put the remaining half of the apple on it. He leaned forward, approached Wu Dahu, and said softly, "It's me."

Wu Dahu's gaze gradually focused on Song Qinghan's face, but his reaction was different from Song Qinghan's imagination, and he shouted out of composure: "Ghost!"

The butler's forehead twitched, he looked suspiciously at the shocked Wu Dahu, and then at the innocent Song Qinghan, he held his chin and began to think seriously: when did my young master, who is not afraid of anything, start to be afraid of ghosts? What about?

Song Qinghan glanced at the butler, saw that the butler was lost in deep thought and had no time to take care of himself, so he pinched Wu Dahu's face with his hands, forcing him to look at his face, and said happily: "I'm Xiaohan, Song Qinghan , your husband!"

I don't know what horrible scene Wu Dahu recalled, the expression on his face gradually became distorted, and he said in a deep voice, "It's you who played tricks on my brain!"

......

The room fell into a temporary silence, the housekeeper felt that he had to stand up and explain at this moment, coughed lightly and said: "Young master, this Doctor Song Qinghan just helped you treat your wound, but it didn't mean you did something wrong. , don’t worry, I was just standing by the side the whole time.”

Wu Dahu's face showed an expression of obvious disbelief, and there seemed to be a violent storm in his deep eyes, and there was an undercurrent that Song Qinghan couldn't understand.

"He did it! He definitely did something shameful to my mind! I've been dreaming every day for the past few days! When I wake up, I still have memories that don't belong to me. He must have stuffed them in! It must be!"

Before the housekeeper could persuade him, Song Qinghan, who had been stunned for a long time, asked, "Did you dream that I married you?"

Wu Dahu paused, and then reacted fiercely: "It's him! He definitely did it, otherwise how would he know what's going on in my mind?"

After hearing Wu Dahu's words, even the housekeeper couldn't help but look at Song Qinghan, as if waiting for him to give an explanation.

Song Qinghan remained silent, staring at Wu Dahu's face for a long time, and found that he couldn't find any trace of Wu Dahu's resemblance on his face.

Maybe...just a coincidence?

Two people just had the same dream?

Besides, even if it is true, not everyone is as obsessed with the past as he is. Maybe this Wu Dahu doesn't want to live a life like Wu Dahu, that's why his memory is messed up. would feel so panicked.

Is he a little...too self-righteous?

Song Qinghan fell into deep thought. Seeing that Wu Dahu's uneasiness and vigilance were aroused by his actions of holding an apple casually, he smiled casually, stood up and said to the housekeeper, "Since he's fine, I'll go back. goodbye."

The housekeeper nodded because he didn't understand, and after he left, he quickly sat down and greeted Wu Dahu.

Maybe the housekeeper didn't notice, but Wu Dahu saw the sadness in Song Qinghan's eyes after he finished saying that.

But when he wanted to explore again, Song Qinghan had already disappeared.

The butler's rambling voice could be heard next to his ear, Wu Dahu turned his head and looked at the paper soaked in apple juice, feeling his mood became worse for some reason.

Song Qinghan drooped his shoulders and hailed a taxi casually. As soon as he got in, he heard a somewhat surprised voice.

"Hey! Isn't this the son I pulled before? What's the matter? Someone in the family is sick?"

With such a big hospital standing here, unless he is blind and not functioning properly, he really can't guess why Song Qinghan came here.

Song Qinghan glanced at the driver, wondering if the familiar face made him feel relaxed, he leaned back and said weakly: "I'm sick, and it's not serious, let's drive to the place where I got into the car before."

If it were an ordinary person who described his destination in this way, the driver would have laughed at him, but the one who said this became Song Qinghan, and the driver felt that there was a sense of intimacy in the words.

See how much he trusts my memory!

So he didn't have any scruples when he spoke. He looked like a caring big brother, and said sympathetically: "Illness is not terrible, as long as you live hard enough! The most fearful thing is that you will give up everything after you know you are sick, as if you are about to die." It’s the same as leaving! Anyway, as long as you are alive for this second, you must live your life to a wonderful extent!”

Song Qinghan looked at him quietly, thinking that it was a pity that he didn't become a salesman, and with this positive attitude, he could earn a flat in a month.

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that what the driver said made sense.

After Wu Dahu resisted so much, he gave up?In any case, Wu Dahu's memory was still in his mind, but he couldn't accept it for the time being, thinking it was someone else's fault.

Anyway, the memory has already entered his mind, can he still get rid of it?Sooner or later you have to accept it!

More importantly, he felt uncomfortable when he thought that Wu Dahu would marry someone else and have children in the future.

With such a complete memory, what is the difference between cheating and cheating if he does that kind of thing again?

The more Song Qinghan thought about it, the more confident he became. He lifted his spirits, patted the car window and said, "Driver, go to the building! I'm going to buy billboards!"

The driver was stunned, but he didn't ask anything. He just thought that he wanted to go crazy before "leaving", and said what he wanted to say in his heart, so he turned decisively, and his face was even stained with a touch of relief. smile.

After getting off the car, Song Qinghan only threw a red ticket, because he had to save money, who knows how much the billboard costs?

Although it is still close to the fare, but with the 200 yuan given before, it is just enough. What's more, the driver is in a very happy mood now, so he didn't pursue anything. He even hummed a little song and waited on the spot, as if he wanted to see See what Song Qinghan wants to say.

After half an hour passed, the LED light suddenly turned on, and a huge line of characters scrolled on it in turn.

Wu Dahu belongs to Song Qinghan!

The driver opened his mouth wide, as if petrified, he couldn't recover for a long time, and he didn't even notice the passengers coming outside.

But just as the passenger was about to leave, he turned his head and saw that line of writing, his reaction was not much different from that of the driver, his body was stiff, as if someone had pressed some strange switch.

After Song Qinghan finished the job with all his savings, he went downstairs contentedly. Seeing that everyone outside seemed to be frozen, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the building. , rolled his eyes, and put on the happiest smile after waking up on his face.

Meanwhile, another protagonist of the incident was frowning as he reviewed the documents.

In the past few days, due to the influence of those redundant memories, he has piled up a lot of things that he hasn't dealt with. If he doesn't want to be crushed to death by the documents after he is discharged from the hospital, he has to start working hard now.

The butler habitually turned on the phone and glanced at it. After seeing the headlines on the major portal websites, his hands trembled and he dropped the phone to the ground.

Wu Dahu raised his head in displeasure, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Seeing the housekeeper's lips buzzing but not making a sound, Wu Dahu sighed secretly in his heart, bent down to pick up the mobile phone on the ground himself, glanced at it casually when returning it to the housekeeper, then shook his hand, poor The mobile phone repeated the fate just now, but this time it was not so lucky, and it broke into two halves with a "snap".

The memories that were finally suppressed by him raged in his mind again, Song Qinghan's voice and smile seemed to be right in front of him, and he could see and touch it.

He covered his head, a struggling expression appeared on his face, and howled in pain.

The housekeeper was a little at a loss, so he quickly called the doctor, dialed the phone at the same time, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and take down the billboard! Are you messing around? Do you dare to answer this kind of content?"

What he didn't expect was that Wu Dahu's weak voice came from behind him before he hung up the phone.

"Bring Xiaohan here, I miss him..."

The butler's hand paused, and when he saw the questioning voice from over there, he said in an inexplicable tone: "I won't withdraw for the time being."

The housekeeper might not have understood who Wu Dahu was talking about Xiaohan before, but now, it is difficult even if he wants to pretend to be stupid.

So after a while, Song Qinghan was brought over by his subordinates. It seemed that the methods were not very friendly, otherwise Song Qinghan would not have such a blank expression on his face.

Before the housekeeper opened his mouth to explain anything, Wu Dahu said directly: "You, come here! You, go out!"

Song Qinghan moved over obediently, sat on the bench dragged over before, and blinked at Wu Dahu.

After the room was cleared, Wu Dahu said expressionlessly, "Is that... true? You... experienced the same thing as me?"

Song Qinghan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and finally felt that his attitude was a bit aggressive and might not be good, so he said empathetically: "We can get along for a while, if you still can't accept it, we can talk about it later. "

Wu Dahu looked strange and authentic: "How can you say it differently? Should we separate and find each other?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, Song Qinghan's face darkened, and he touched his stomach with a half-smile, and said slowly: "Everyone finds his own? It's a good idea, I haven't counted the pain of giving birth to you!"

Seeing him like this, Wu Da subconsciously looked away, and originally wanted to mutter, "Then say what you said before", but when the words came to his lips, it became: "Then, let's do this first."

It's really strange, as long as Song Qinghan is by his side, the pain in his head disappears, and the memory is still there, but he can calmly look at those scenes that are somewhat unacceptable to him, just like when he was alone. The feeling is completely different.

Whether it's for medical treatment or to give Song Qinghan an explanation, it's always a good idea to keep him by his side temporarily.

In the evening, the housekeeper watched the doctor work hard to add an extra bed in Wu Dahu's ward, and the expression on his face must be said to be very wonderful.

The young master of their family, who guarded himself like a jade, was taken down by a billboard just like that? !

While sleeping, Wu Dahu turned his head awkwardly in Song Qinghan's direction after rolling around on the bed. Seeing that he was also looking at him with a pair of bright eyes, he felt a little embarrassed and coughed lightly to cover up: "Why don't you sleep? I have a headache..."

Before he could finish his explanation, Song Qinghan simply said: "I want to see you more."

Wu Dahu paused, and directly swallowed the second half of the words. Although the expression on his face looked a bit embarrassed, he actually felt sweet in his heart.

It's not that no one has boldly confessed to him, but... Song Qinghan is different.

He is now very sure that those memories did not control him, but when he saw Song Qinghan's face, he felt that it was really different.

The two stared at each other for an unknown amount of time, just like a competition. In the end, it was unknown who couldn't stand it first, or if they both closed their eyes at the same time. In short, when they opened their eyes, the sky was already bright.

After a warm and strange sleep, the relationship between the two seemed to have improved by leaps and bounds. They even had to sit side by side to eat together. The housekeeper's eyelids twitched, and he wanted to check if Song Qinghan had any experience of learning Gu.

After getting along for a while, Song Qinghan clearly felt that Wu Dahu and Wu Dahu were more or less different, probably due to personal experience, Wu Dahu was more childish, but in terms of stability, he was in the same line as Wu Dahu .

Song Qinghan was a little lost at the beginning, but after he realized that the current Wu Dahu was similar to his experience in his previous life, he regained his balance.

How can anyone be immutable?As long as the core things don't change.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Wu Dahu deliberately took Song Qinghan around to the building. Seeing him staring at his face and not paying attention to the words on the building, he couldn't help showing a dumbfounding expression.

It's good for Song Qinghan to keep looking at him, but now...he has something more important to show Song Qinghan.

Probably aware of his bewilderment, Song Qinghan turned his head and glanced back. When he saw the words on the building, the expression on his face paused, and finally he smiled slowly, and turned his head to look at Wu Dahu said: "Yes, I belong to you."

Seeing his bright smile, Wu Dahu relaxed his shoulders, and couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief in his heart.

He had never done such a romantic thing, and what he picked up was Song Qinghan's idea, so he was worried that Song Qinghan would not like it.

Sitting in the driver's seat, the butler glanced at the scene of the two smiling at each other in the rearview mirror, and shook his head helplessly.

They are both old and young. This first time in love has made people's teeth sour. He looked tired and wished he could just push the heads of the two of them forward and help them move forward a little bit. Don't spend all day They all smirked at him.

I don't know if he realized something, Song Qinghan suddenly put away the expression on his face, and looked at Wu Dahu seriously.

Wu Dahu thought that something was wrong, so he restrained the expression on his face and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong? I'm here..."

As soon as his lips became hot, Wu Dahu's nerves were paralyzed by a squishy feeling that he had never experienced before, making his whole body feel like an electric shock, half numb in an instant.

Song Qinghan raised his head, looked at him with a smile, and said happily: "I said I will protect you, and of course I have to teach you these things you don't understand!"

His smile made Wu Da's heart itch, wishing to catch him now, and then tell him with practical actions that he didn't need him to teach him, but because the butler kept staring at this side vaguely, Wu Dahu had no choice but to endure temporarily, suppress the evil fire in his heart, close his eyes and rest his mind.

But as soon as he got home, Wu Dahu directly picked up Song Qinghan and threw him into the spacious room, and carried out his plan just now.

After the matter was over, Song Qinghan was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers. He murmured softly: "But I can't have children now, and I don't know how Xiaoshitou and the others are..."

Wu Dahu gently helped him clean up his body. Hearing this, his eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. It's better if you can't have children. From now on, you can..."

Seeing him pressed down again, Song Qinghan cried and begged: "No, no, you're a beast! Where's that Wu Dahu from before? I want the previous one, woo woo woo..."

As if he didn't hear it, Wu Dahu directly pulled his hands over his head, smiled lowly and breathed into his ear, and said softly: "I was too restrained in my previous life, in this life... ..you don't get out of bed."