The Price of Rebirth [System]

"Xiao Jing, Dad knows you are a good boy."

"We can't afford the Yuan family, let alone two men?"

"Even if you don't say it yourself, you can't ruin the young master's future!"

……

Father Wu's painstaking persuasion echoed in his mind, and Zhang Zhongji walked out of the hospital gate in a daze, bumping into several nurses or patients frequently on the road, his face was full of disappointment, and Yuan Ke, who followed him, was in a state of dismay. The corners of his mouth were hooked happily.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually gathered, and the dark sky was almost overwhelming. Suddenly, there was a deafening thunder in the sky, and the screams of children who were frightened could be heard from a distance from time to time.

It was going to rain, and the people coming and going from the hospital ran away in a hurry or started looking for a place to hide from the rain.

Zhang Chongji stopped and stood at the door of the hospital, looking up at the sky blankly, his face pale.

Yuan Ke put his trouser pockets in his pockets and looked up at the sky for a while, and finally his eyes stayed on that thin figure.

It finally started to rain in the sky, and the drizzle was like slender embroidery needles, piercing the ground silently, splashing little water eddies, but in a blink of an eye, everything in front of me seemed to be covered with a curtain of water, and the whole world was shrouded in darkness. One side is hazy in the rain.

"Second Young Master, let's go back." Zhang Chongji lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling, and said softly.

Yuan Ke's eyes flickered, looking at his back, he tightened his lips.

Originally thought it would be an angry expression or a secretly resentful gaze, but unexpectedly he was so calm.

Calm inexplicably disturbing.

What's the use of superficial calm?The gloom and sadness surrounding his body can reveal his emotions and tranced mind at this time.

Yuan Ke felt inexplicably irritated.

He tugged at the neckline, curled his lips and said sarcastically, "What? Can't bear the blow too much?"

Zhang Chongji didn't look up at him, but just stretched out his hand to expose it to the rain, and a little bit of rainwater hit the palm of his hand, which was not ordinary cold.

"Second Young Master, the rain is still light now, let Uncle Chen pick it up early, so that the road will not be more slippery after it rains."

Yuan Ke narrowed his eyes and said, "I won't send you off..."

"I know." Interrupting Yuan Ke, Zhang Chongji actually smiled lightly, but with a careless bitterness, "I know that you hate me, Second Young Master, I will go home by myself."

He lowered his eyes with a forced expression, but it made Yuan Ke feel more and more depressed.

"Yeah, you do have self-knowledge." Yuan Ke didn't know why his tone was so irritable, and the original good mood was replaced by a sudden dullness, "But no matter what, the fact that you are an idiot It cannot be changed."

Zhang Zhongji looked as if nothing had happened, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth was still stiff.

Taking out his mobile phone and sliding open the phone book, Yuan Ke looked up at the figure with his head bowed, his eyes flickered, and suddenly changed his mind.

"You take me back."

Zhang Chongji turned around in surprise, his eyes somewhat stunned and puzzled.

"Second Young Master?..."

"What?" Yuan Ke squinted his stern eyes, and sneered, "Aren't you the housekeeper of my Yuan family outside?"

Zhang Chongji hesitated: "But...it's raining..."

"Can't it be rained?"

"...I see." In the end Zhang Chongji could only sigh softly, "Then you wait for me here for a while, and I'll go get an umbrella from Dad."

Yuan Ke raised his eyebrows and hooked the corners of his lips: "I'll give you 3 minutes."

Father Wu's ward is on the sixth floor, but the time is only given 3 minutes.

If this is not making things difficult, what is it?

Zhang Chongji's eyes flickered, he didn't say anything, he bit his lip and hurried into the hospital building, while Yuan Ke behind him was leisurely leaning on the pillar of the round platform, with a joyful and cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

When Zhang Chongji stood up in front of Yuan Ke with a blue umbrella panting heavily, Yuan Ke frowned.

"Why is there only one umbrella?"

Zhang Chongji patted his chest to breathe, panting: "My dad... dad... there is only one."

Yuan Ke frowned even tighter, and then a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as if thinking of something.

"It doesn't matter if it's one, holding an umbrella for the young master is what a housekeeper should do."

Zhang Chongji's eyes flickered, and he tried his best to calm down and opened his umbrella.

In fact, is there really only one umbrella?

How could it be possible, there were still two or three spare umbrellas provided by the hospital in the cabinet in Wu's father's ward, but Zhang Chongji, who only took one umbrella, could imagine his thoughts.

How could he let go of such a good opportunity.

This Yuan Ke is purely taking the soft and not the hard.

The raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, splashing small splashes, like a brisk little tune.

Yuan Ke was tall and had very slender legs. Zhang Zhongji had to stretch his arms so that Yuan Ke wouldn't shrink into the umbrella.

"Do you know how to go back?"

"Ah, there is a bus stop ahead."

"whispering sound--"

"Second Young Master?"

"How did you hold the umbrella? My shoulders are getting wet!"

"...Yes, I'm sorry..."

Zhang Chongji, who is shorter, is a relatively hard job, not to mention Yuan Ke didn't let Zhang Chongji get too close to him, so Zhang Chongji had to straighten his arms, but most of his body was outside the umbrella.

The rain was getting heavier, and it hit Zhang Zhongji's shoulders that were not covered by the umbrella, and soon got wet.

Yuan Ke saw all this in his eyes, but turned his head and curled his lips: "Idiot..."

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Zhang Chongji under the umbrella raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"How far is it?" After walking for a while, Yuan Ke frowned impatiently. He regretted that he chose to walk instead of sitting in a comfortable car to torment this idiot.

"Ah, there is still a little way to the bus station."

Yuan Ke looked down at him holding the umbrella.

Half of his body was already completely wet, and the hair next to his ears was a little wet against his cheeks, not to mention a little bit of rainwater on the glasses. Those moist black eyes were slightly squinted, as if they were wet from the rain on the lenses. Can't see the route.

His hand holding the handle of the umbrella was trembling—because he had been holding it like this all the time and hadn't changed hands.

Yuan Ke pursed his lips and refused to look at him, but felt a little soft in his heart.

Opened his mouth, Yuan Ke was about to say something but was interrupted by Zhang Chongji.

"Second Young Master...have you ever had a very important lover?"

Yuan Ke glanced at him, and there was a little bit of sweetness and a little bit of struggle in those warm eyes.

Zhang Chongji smiled, and continued: "Maybe I am not the most important in Brother Yuan's heart now, but I like Brother Yuan no less than anyone else."

"What do you want to say."

"I'm not as fragile as you imagined. If Big Brother Yuan hadn't told me to break up, I wouldn't have given up."

"Brother Yuan is not afraid, so what do I have to be afraid of?"

Speaking of this, he seemed to have been plucked up his courage, and looked at Yuan Ke seriously, his eyes were like twinkling stars.

"I like Yuan Cheng, he is aboveboard."

"..."

Yuan Ke's face darkened, and he felt in a bad mood again.

The original soft heart must be my own illusion!

Narrowing his eyes, Yuan Ke's tone was very blunt: "I don't want to hear your nonsense."

"Second Young Master..."

"Don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me, I'm not your Brother Yuan."

Although he felt that the taste of this sentence was a bit strange, Yuan Ke didn't think too much, his awe-inspiring eyes were full of impatience, and finally he stopped abruptly.

Such a sudden stop caught Zhang Chongji, who was following Xiaobu holding an umbrella, a little unprepared, and crashed into Yuan Ke's arms inertially.

Yuan Ke subconsciously supported him, and saw him raise his head while touching his red nose, his black eyes were a little confused, wet like a lost deer.

Yuan Ke pushed him away violently as if he had been electrocuted.

"Second, Second Young Master..." Zhang Chongji exclaimed, twisted his ankle, and fell down on the concrete floor.

The umbrella was thrown not far away by Zhang Chongji for a moment, and now both of them were exposed to the rain curtain.

"Hiss—" Zhang Zhongji hurriedly wanted to stand up, but a tingling sensation from his ankle made him gasp.

It seems to be sprained.

Yuan Ke watched him stand up carefully holding his ankles, limped to pick up the umbrella, and finally put his hand on top of his head.

For a while, the mood was a little complicated.

"Second young master... ah, ah, sneeze—" Zhang Chongji sneezed before he finished speaking, and his rain-drenched appearance was a little pitiful.

"It's really annoying." Yuan Ke looked at him with disgust, frowned and turned away, but took the umbrella in his hand.

He won't admit that he's soft-hearted about that look, he just doesn't want his dirty nose to rub on him, well, that's it.

Facing Zhang Chongji's startled eyes, Yuan Ke held onto the umbrella, frowned, took out his cell phone, and dialed it.

"Hey, Old Chen, come and pick me up."

Waiting for Yuan Ke to hang up the phone quickly, Zhang Chongji spoke out cautiously.

"Second Young Master?...Let me hold the umbrella..."

"Stupid, don't approach me with your dirty hands."

Dodging Zhang Chongji's extended hand, Yuan Ke's face was stinky.

Because he fell to the ground just now, and the ground was wet from the rain, Zhang Chongji's hands were indeed not very clean.

Withdrew his hand in embarrassment, Zhang Zhongji bowed his head and stood obediently beside Yuan Ke.

There was a moment of silence, but the atmosphere was not as embarrassing as expected.

Zhang Chongji secretly raised his eyes and glanced at Yuan Ke. Even the side profile is very charming. The curve between the tight lip line and the chin is very sexy. The fingers holding the umbrella handle are long and the phalanges are clearly defined, which is very beautiful.

The rain is still falling, with no tendency to decrease; the flapping tune on the umbrella is still going on, but now it is another man holding the umbrella.

"Actually..." After a while, Zhang Chongji spoke softly, his voice was small but with a bit of sincerity, "I always thought that the second young master is a very gentle person..."

Yuan Ke froze when holding the umbrella, and then turned the corner of his mouth in disdain, and said mockingly: "Don't put a high hat on me, I won't take that kind of thing."

Zhang Chongji shrank his neck and shut up.

this idiot...

Pretending to lower his head casually, Yuan Ke looked at the soft hair and fair face, only he knew the turmoil in his heart.

This is the second time... He is said to be a very gentle person.

Looking down and pausing on his bare wrist, Yuan Ke's eyes flickered, and he pretended to be casual and said: "The lost bracelet is very expensive?"

Zhang Chongji was stunned, as if he didn't expect him to bring up this topic suddenly, but he still replied obediently: "No, no, it's just an ordinary gadget bought on the street...just..." Speaking of this, he Then he lowered his eyes in disappointment, "I like it very much, it's a pity to lose it."

Then he seemed to think of something, and raised his eyes to look at Yuan Ke with some joy.

"Second Young Master mentioned this, where did you see it?"

"No," Yuan Ke's dark and serious eyes didn't fluctuate at all, but he changed his hand holding the umbrella handle uncomfortably, "I've never seen it before."