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Chapter 249 Song Qingfeng

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    "What did you do to her?"

    Gu Yanting held Song Wan in her arms and looked at Bai Heng murderously. Bai Heng raised his hands and said innocently: "I didn't do anything. She suddenly became like this."

    At the moment, Gu Yanting couldn't care less about causing trouble for Bai Heng. He carried Song Wan to the bed and said as calmly as possible: "Tell me what's wrong with you."

    Song Wan's breathing was rapid. She grabbed the clothes on her chest with all her strength. The veins on her forehead bulged in pain. Gu Yanting was afraid of missing her words, so he leaned closer.

    Song Wan opened his eyes wide, his brain felt like it was going to explode due to the sudden influx of memory fragments, and tears poured out uncontrollably.

    ¡°It hurts so much.¡±

    It took a while before Gu Yanting heard clearly that Song Wan was saying it hurt. He held Song Wan's shoulder and asked, "Where does it hurt? How to hurt it?"

    Song Wan couldn't answer rationally, and gasped: "Gu Yanting, I feel so much pain."

    Her voice was hoarse and full of tears. It was really painful.

    Gu Yanting has never felt so powerless. He cannot bear the pain for Song Wan. He doesn't even know where she hurts and why. He can only watch her in pain and can do nothing.

    ¡°What¡¯s wrong with Ah Wan?¡±

    When Yue Lan walked into the room, Gu Yanting immediately looked at her and asked, "Didn't you say she was getting better? Why is this happening suddenly?"

    Yuelan was frightened by Gu Yanting's expression, but she was still calm. She quickly walked to the bed and sat down, grabbing Song Wan's hand to check for pulse.

    Song Wan was sweating profusely from the pain, and her wrists were cold. As soon as Yue Lan grabbed her hand, she fainted.

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    "A-Wan, I have something stored in a bookstore in the city. If the Song family encounters any difficulties in the future, you can go to that bookstore and ask the boss for it."

    In winter, it was snowing heavily outside. Song Wan was wrapped in quilt and hugging the heater as usual, huddled on the bed, too lazy to move.

    Song Qingfeng came in from outside, and Chunxiu stepped forward to help him take off his cloak.

    It was snowing heavily outside, and as soon as he entered the door, Song Wan felt the cold wind that had come in penetrate the quilt and hurt her bones.

    Song Qingfeng walked to the bedside while talking, took out a bunch of candied haws from his arms and handed it to Song Wan.

    The chef who makes the candied haws is very skilled. The soup is boiled to a clear and golden color, and is wrapped layer by layer on the candied haws.

    Although Song Wan was afraid of the cold, he still couldn't resist the temptation. He stretched out his hand from the quilt and took the candied haws. Song Qingfeng continued the topic just now and asked: "Why did the Song family get into trouble when they were well, but brother, what trouble did you cause by messing around with flowers outside?"  ?¡±

    "What kind of person am I, your eldest brother?"

    Song Qingfeng raised his voice and raised his eyebrows at Song Wan.

    He was not angry, with a slight smile hanging from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. He liked to make jokes with Song Wan like this.

    He is nineteen this year, and his shoulders and shoulders are already as broad as an adult's. His eyebrows are as handsome as stars. When he smiles, he is as smooth as the wind, making people unable to take their eyes away. He is very deceptive and a heartless man.  Capital.

    Song Wan stared at him for a while, nodded and said seriously: "You are."

    Song Qingfeng raised his hand and scraped the bridge of Song Wan's nose unceremoniously, and said dotingly: "Thank you for bringing you food. I didn't expect you to be so heartless."

    It was extremely cold outside, and his hands were also cold. Song Wan shrank his neck and said softly: "Chunxiu, quickly bring the heater, and the pastries that were just delivered, and give them to big brother to try too."

    Chunxiu responded, first taking the heater to Song Qingfeng, then taking a plate of delicate pastries and putting them next to Song Qingfeng, and then added charcoal to the basin.

    Song Qingfeng took a bite of the pastry and raised his eyebrows: "It tastes good, where did it come from?"

    Song Wan was still afraid of the cold, so he took a bite of the candied haws in his mouth and handed the rest to Chun Xiu. He took back his hand and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and then said vaguely: "Sese made it myself."  , knowing you would come directly to me, so I put your share here."

    "Her craftsmanship is quite good, and she feels more sorry for her brother than you do."

    Song Qingfeng took the opportunity to tease Song Wan a few words. Song Wan smiled and bent his eyes, no longer retorted, and said softly: "After the New Year, it's time to have hair extensions. My mother and my second uncle visited several houses for her.  I heard that they are all my father's students, they are motivated and knowledgeable, and their character is trustworthy. Brother, you usually move around a lot, please help Sese observe more."

    After Song Wan said this, Song Qingfeng frowned slightly and said disapprovingly: "This is a matter between mother and second uncle. Why are you, a little girl, involved in this, and you are not ashamed?"

    Song Wan said: "This is what my mother and second uncle told me, Se Se"p; My father has been upright and upright in his life and has never done anything untoward. How could the Song family be in trouble?

    After another commotion for a while, Song Qingfeng got up and left again.

    Chunxiu helped him put on the cloak. He was much taller than Chunxiu. Chunxiu had to stand on tiptoes to help him put on the cloak. Song Qingfeng was used to being immodest and was still teasing Chunxiu, saying that she had grown, so she could do it.  She asked Song Wan to help her find a good family, which made Chunxiu blush, but she could only stamp her feet angrily, and there was nothing she could do to him.

    The snow outside was falling even harder. When Song Qingfeng went out, the door curtain was lifted, and the cold wind rushed in with large snowflakes.

    The temperature in the room is high, and the snowflakes turn into hazy mist as soon as the hot air evaporates.

    To everyone, that day was just another ordinary day in so many years.

    But no one thought that Song Qingfeng would come true to his prophecy.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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