The Price of Rebirth [System]

Yuan Cheng was leaning against the window at the end of the corridor of the ward. Looking out of the window, he saw the well-built flower garden of the hospital. The lush green leaves surrounded the flowers of different colors. Looking down, it looked like an Arabian garden. Beautiful and neat as a carpet.

He just leaned against the window quietly, exuding an air of isolation from the world, as if no one could interfere with his line of sight and boundaries.

The white cigarette stick between the fingers was filled with faint smoke, seeing that the cigarette butt was about to burn to the end, a white hand snatched the cigarette from Yuan Cheng's finger.

Yuan Cheng raised his eyes and saw the man who was supposed to stay in the ward standing in front of him with his mouth curled up.

"Smoking is not allowed in the hospital." Zhang Chongji stretched out his hand to snuff out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can beside him. "Smoking too much is not good for your health."

Yuan Cheng frowned and glanced at him, then turned his gaze out of the window.

With a smile on his face, Zhang Chongji leaned against Yuan Cheng and followed his gaze to look over, and then he also saw the vibrant flower garden.

"It's really beautiful," Zhang Chongji murmured as he put his hand on the glass, "I think this piece of vitality will also bring a good mood to the patient."

Yuan Cheng glanced at the whispering person next to him, pursed his lips, and then turned his gaze out of the window again.

There was a natural silence.

"How is your father?"

Unexpectedly, a low, hoarse voice broke the silence first.

Zhang Chongji was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up as if reacting, his eyes curved like crescent moons.

"Well...it's all right, I'm just a little tired, and I'm asleep now."

"...En." Yuan Cheng nodded lightly, his tone calm, "Take care of your father."

Zhang Chongji looked at him, moved his lips to say something, but finally nodded slightly.

Pursing his lips tightly, Yuan Cheng was about to leave like this, but before he took a few steps, he felt his sleeves being pulled.

He frowned and turned around, but accidentally bumped into those twinkling eyes.

It was Wu Jing who held him back.

As if he didn't expect such a conflicting behavior from himself, Zhang Chongji withdrew his hand in panic, a slight blush appeared on his white and jade-like cheeks, and Yuan Cheng squinted his eyes with a rather tasteful look.

"Then what...Although I have already said it, I still want to thank you again." Zhang Zhongji explained and bowed deeply, "Mr. Yuan, thank you very much for helping my family in time."

Yuan Cheng took a deep look at the person who hadn't straightened up yet, and turned around again without a trace, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

[Ding Dong——Obtained 10% of the favorability of the mission target "Yuan Cheng", and the current favorability is 15%, host Sang, how did you do it! ! 】

"...My performance is really hypocritical." Hearing the system prompt, Zhang Chongji squinted at Yuan Cheng's receding figure,

The corners of his mouth were raised in self-deprecating, but his mood was joyful.

Sure enough.

Yuan Cheng is actually a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, in short, he is a stuffy guy.

Of course, this is not what Zhang Chongji himself believed, and he also learned this from his father Wu in the ward.

"Don't look at the young master who is vigorous and resolute in lawsuits, but he is actually a person who is not good at communication."

"The eldest young master likes to be quiet, and his emotions are often hidden very deeply, but this is said to be cold."

"Others don't know, but only those of us who work in the Yuan family know that the young master is probably the most caring young master among the four brothers."

The above are the original words of Wu's father to prove Yuan Cheng's true character.

Zhang Chongji touched his chin and stood by the corridor window with a harmless smile on his face, but in fact he had secretly laid the first layer of dense net.

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"Well, I know Dad, don't worry..." Father Wu's frequent nagging came from the other end of the phone. Zhang Chongji answered the phone with one hand and took a sip of the chicken soup in the pot with the other, then smacked his lips and replied , "Well, well... I will go to the hospital to see you in a while, don't worry, huh?"

After hanging up the phone, he stuffed the phone into his pocket. Zhang Chongji opened the bento box he had already prepared, and carefully poured the pot of chicken soup into it.

Taking off his apron, Zhang Zhongji couldn't help rubbing his stiff neck.

It's been a long time since I cooked by myself, but fortunately, the taste of cooking is not bad now, I hope Father Wu won't dislike it.

After closing the bento box and putting it in the handbag, Zhang Chongji touched the key and was ready to go out to visit Father Wu in the hospital.

Wu Jing's family is only considered a well-to-do family. Apart from Wu Jing's own bicycle, the only means of transportation is Wu's father's second-hand car, which is not a good quality. Now Wu's father is hospitalized because of a car rear-end collision. It was sent for maintenance due to an accident. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and then looked out the window. Zhang Chongji sighed.

It’s not too early to look at the sky outside, and the sky is already a dark night, and the road is so dark that you can’t see the road when you are riding a bicycle. If you don’t remove the risk factors, it’s just because of the bumps on the road. Might be sprinkled with not much left.

Excluding various factors, Zhang Chongji finally decided to take the bus to the hospital.

"Boom——" Following the crisp sound of coin insertion, Zhang Chongji carefully found a place by the window at the back and sat down with his handbag in his arms.

Because it was an evening bus, there were very few people on the bus, only a few scattered people, Zhang Chongji didn't have much interest in looking at them, so he looked out the window.

It was already dark outside the car window, and the lush cypress trees on the roadside were just faint shadows. Through the gaps in the leaves, you could see the candle lights of several families. The cypress trees dotted with each other and receded vaguely, which looked like fireflies flying on the farmland.

The bus stopped and went, the doors opened and closed with a clatter, and the bus stopped slowly again when Zhang Zhongji was lost in thought looking at the darkness outside the window.

I thought it was the sound of the car door slamming shut again, but unexpectedly heard the clang of coins rolling down the slot machine.

Zhang Chongji didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but in the next second he had to turn his attention to the person who just got into the car.

Because that damn cute voice sounded in his head.

[Ding dong—the mission target "Yuan Yuan" appears, Yoxi host Sang, this is Ye Yu oh Ye Yu! ~]

Yuan Yuan?

Zhang Chongji glanced at the man who had just gotten into the car without any trace, his eyes flickered.

Wearing a black hoodie, he looks a little thin, tall and slender, roughly estimated to be at least 1.8 meters three, the hoodie is too big to cover his face, not to mention that he seems to be wearing a pair of big sunglasses, his appearance is not at all I can't see clearly, if there is no system reminder, no one would have thought that this seemingly ordinary tall man is an international superstar with tens of millions of fans today.

I really can't imagine that such a superstar will take the bus alone at this time. Where is he going?

Zhang Chongji didn't think too much, he was just thinking about how to increase the favorability of the mission target in front of him.

Although Zhang Zhongji was not caught off guard by such a sudden mission goal, it also made him a little annoyed.

Now that Yuan Yuan is sitting alone in front of him, how can he narrow the distance and get to his side unobtrusively.

Zhang Chongji hastily glanced at the inside of the bus and frowned.

I'm going to the hospital soon, but there's nothing available around me...

"squeak--"

With a screeching brake, Zhang Zhongji bumped into the back of the front seat unpreparedly, and the pain on his forehead made him grin his teeth.

Rubbing his forehead, Zhang Zhongji cursed in his heart, but he had an idea in the next second.

Maybe he could do that...?

Although it doesn't look very reliable, I can only try it...

Taking out the pure white mobile phone, Zhang Zhongji lightly tapped the screen a few times, and with the sliding of his fingertips, he quickly found what he wanted.

The few car horns outside the window were harsh in the quiet night, unlike the crowded streets during the day, the empty bus alone felt a little lonely.

All this is very quiet but it makes people drowsy because it is different from the noise of the day.

It was only soon that a crisp landing sound broke the quiet scene - a coin rolled to the center of the bus with a cry of surprise, and finally stopped obediently.

Several passengers on the bus looked over curiously, and saw a handsome man with a handbag standing up with a slightly annoyed expression on his face, then grabbed the empty chairs around him and wobbled to the coin s position.

It was clear to everyone—this man must have dropped the coin.

The man's face was as white as jade, and he was wearing a beige shirt with a solid-color sweater. Two white ear wires were placed in a Y shape on the pure black sweater, which was very conspicuous.

The man with a handbag in one hand and a white mobile phone in the other squatted down carefully. Before he picked up the coin, he took a long breath and the bus braked again. The man rushed forward due to inertia, but fortunately he quickly grabbed the car next to him. The armrest, and because there are too many things in the hand, the white mobile phone is about to fall to the ground.

The man opened his round black eyes slightly, and reflexively grabbed the ear wire on the phone, and the phone fell to the ground with a "bang-dang--".

In the next second, a soft and deep voice came from the fuselage lying on the ground.

The singing voice is moving and magnetic, but the tune is mixed with a touch of sadness.

The man blushed, and hurriedly picked up the phone and wanted to insert the ear wire into it, but he couldn't align the jack because of his panic. His embarrassed appearance really looked like ants on a hot pot.

"Ha ha--"

A low, slightly pleasant laugh sounded from the side. The man raised his head reflexively, and saw the man in the hoodie who had been sitting by the front window looking at him with interest.

"First, sir?"

As if knowing that the man was laughing at his slightly embarrassing behavior, the man's face was even more embarrassed, and there was a little annoyance during the period.

The warm palm took over the mobile phone in his hand, and he slid his fingers on it a few times. The man lowered his voice and said, "There are so many songs, it seems that you like this singer very much?"

"En..." Although the other party laughed at him before, the man still answered the question obediently.

"Can you listen to such a bad song?"

The man sneered disdainfully. Although the hoodie and sunglasses covered his face, the slightly mocking arc of his pretty lips was clearly visible.

"Are you deaf?"