[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

Wen Ling raised his arms with great effort, leaned close to Song Lu in a dependent posture, and rubbed his chin like a cat.

"I love you too."

Wen Ling fell asleep under Song Lu's pampering, his big hands with sharp bones patted his back lightly, with infinite indulgence and doting, and his deep voice spoke demagogic words.

For a moment, Wen Ling almost felt that he had been soaked in a honey pot.

But at this stage, the more sweet and sinking he is, the more the pain of losing will stimulate his nerves.

Such emotions almost tore him apart.

I don't want to betray my lover, but I have to make him hate me because of force majeure.

[Uncle villain, can I just die like this?I can not do it. 】

[Don't worry, Lingling, things are already on the horizon. I've got a god-assistant here for you, so you'll be fine! 】

Wen Ling didn't understand what the divine assist meant, but it didn't take long for Wen Ling to understand.

............

As his body became weaker day by day, Wen Ling was picked up from the hospital and returned to the manor to recuperate.

When Mrs. Song saw Wen Ling again, she just ignored him as much as possible, and then went upstairs without saying a word.

Wen Ling knew that this was the biggest concession Mrs. Song could make.

She may also be reflecting on and confessing what she has done, but this is not important anymore.

Wen Ling was carried upstairs by Song Lu. He was wearing thick clothes, but he still felt a gloomy chill in his bones.

Song Lu covered him with the quilt, and kissed his forehead lightly: "Go to sleep for a while, I'm going to have a meeting, and I'll be back soon."

Wen Ling nodded, obediently agreeing.

He was obviously not sleepy, but the tiredness transmitted from his body hit him like an overwhelming mountain.

In the end, Wen Ling blinked and fell asleep sleepily.

When I woke up, it was completely dark.

It seemed that Song Lu hadn't come back yet, Wen Ling put on his coat and got off the bed, and walked out of the room.

Opening the door and going downstairs, Wen Ling saw Mrs. Song sitting on the sofa.

He bowed somewhat stiffly and embarrassedly.

"I always thought you were an honest and responsible child before, but I didn't expect that you would attack my son." Mrs. Song put the teacup heavily on the coffee table, her voice high.

"He is my favorite child..."

"Is he really your most beloved child?" Wen Ling interrupted her, raised her head and asked.

Mrs. Song's voice stopped abruptly, as if she was a little surprised.

Wen Ling took a slight step forward, no longer small and humble, he was neither humble nor overbearing, his tone was steady but not to be underestimated: "Do you love Song Lu, or the existence that can bring you benefits and satisfy your vanity?"

"If you really love Song Lu, why did you abandon him and let him sit in a wheelchair and never stand up again? You only set your sights on the younger son after you passed away the eldest son, and you want to make up for it at all costs. , don't you think it's too late?"

Mrs. Song's face turned pale again, and every word Wen Ling said was poking at his sore spot.

"Broken mirrors will not be reunited. Broken mirrors are broken. Song Lu will hate your vanity and utilitarianism every night when the old knee pain recurs. The more you want to make up for it, treat him better and control his future, He will hate you more."

Wen Ling didn't know where he got the courage to confront Mrs. Song like this, but when he thought of Song Lu's delicate face when he first saw him without the slightest bit of anger, he couldn't help feeling distressed.

The fingertips were icy cold, Wen Ling's chest heaved violently, and after a while, warm liquid snaked down his nose.

Wen Ling raised his hand to wipe it, and the scarlet liquid was entrenched on his fingertips.

A sense of dizziness followed, and Wen Ling wanted to say something more, so he just passed out.

............

"The patient can't have severe emotional ups and downs at all now. You are doing him harm by doing this."

"I just had a few chats with him, who knows..."

"Talked a few words? Do you still think I'm a teenager? You can fool him with just a few words. If he really has something wrong, then tear him apart."

so noisy...so noisy...

Wen Ling frowned and couldn't help shaking his head, speaking with difficulty.

"Okay, be quiet, the patient needs to rest." The doctor wrote something and handed it to Song Lu: "Let him sleep first, he may wake up in an hour or two, and feed him this after waking up Have a drink."

Song Lu took the paper and looked at the content carefully: "Thank you."

"The patient's current physical condition is not ideal. You must pay attention to what you say, and don't let him have such big mood swings again."

The doctor changed his clothes and persuaded him a few words before leaving the manor.

Song Lu put away the note and looked up at Mrs. Song: "I will take people out of here in a while. Since you don't want to see us, you will never have to see us again."

"That's not what I meant..." Mrs. Song's tone was already a bit difficult.

"Does it matter what you mean? If Wen Ling has any mistakes, I won't let it go."

Song Lu picked up Wen Ling, put him in the car, and left without looking back.

Mrs. Song moved her lips, looking at the car that was getting further and further away, her tears stained the impeccable makeup in a mess.

Because of her vanity and greed, she lost her eldest son, and pushed her younger son further and further away with her own hands.

All of this is irreversible.

............

When Wen Ling woke up, his body was exhausted like never before.

It's like carrying a heavy weight on your back, and even sitting up is extremely laborious.

He braced himself to get out of bed, and knelt down as soon as his toes touched the ground.

His legs had no strength to support his body, and he couldn't stand up.

The door of the room was suddenly opened, and a crisp voice exclaimed, and the next second, a soft and fragrant breath enveloped Wen Ling.

He was helped up.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Wen Ling looked at the little girl with moist and beautiful eyes in front of him, and suddenly froze for a moment.

The little girl also seemed to feel that she was a little abrupt, so she took a step back: "Hello, I am the servant who takes care of your daily life. My name is Qiao Tingyue."

"My name is Wen Ling, and I will trouble you during this time." Wen Ling held those warm hands.

The little girl seemed to be extremely extroverted by nature, and even when she met herself for the first time, her tone was very familiar.

"You need to get more exposure to the sun, mushrooms will grow if you keep going like this!" Qiao Tingyue put Wen Ling on the wheelchair without any explanation, and pushed him out.

Wen Ling was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed into the garden by Qiao Tingyue. The flowers in early summer were so beautiful, Wen Ling closed his eyes slightly, letting the wind gently blow on his face.

"Come down and take a walk, the lawn here is the most suitable for picnics and sports!" Qiao Tingyue smiled like a flower, grabbed Wen Ling's hand and led him up.

For some reason, seeing Qiao Tingyue's smiling face, Wen Ling's heart suddenly surged with strength.

Maybe he hasn't reached the time when the dust settles, and if the villain uncle finds out the situation in advance, everything will be fine.

Before that, he couldn't give up first.

So Wen Ling stood up with Qiao Tingyue's strength, and followed her to fly the kite on the lawn.

"You have to run fast to fly this kite, but you can't exercise vigorously yet, so I'll help you fly the kite and hand it over to you."

Qiao Tingyue held the kite in one hand and ran forward vigorously.

The sunlight hit her hair, Wen Ling was in a daze for a moment.

One day he would run like this recklessly, and when he was tired, he would curl up in Mr. Xiao's arms and act like a baby, unscrupulous every day.

Most definitely.

The kite flew straight into the sky with the wind, and flew steadily in the air. Qiao Tingyue handed the kite string to Wen Ling: "Hold it well!"

Wen Ling held the handle of the kite string, looked at the kite flying in his hand, and suddenly gained courage.

How will you know if you don't try?

He is as unstable as this kite now, but if he holds the string of the kite in his own hands, even if he is unstable, he can have a stable destination.

............

Qiao Tingyue seemed to have an inexhaustible enthusiasm for life, Wen Ling was infected by her, and the two quickly became friends.

In Wen Ling's eyes, Qiao Tingyue is beautiful and confident. She always maintains kindness and love for everyone and everything around her. She will smile and face everything that happens every day, even if there will be very difficult things on this day occur.

Wen Ling once asked her curiously, didn't she ever feel frustrated?

On the contrary, Qiao Tingyue tilted her head with a smile and asked: "Why should I be frustrated? Every moment I experience now is a gift of growth to myself, and I have reconciled with myself long ago."

Wen Ling suddenly understood.

Yes, isn't everything he's going through now a gift from his growth?

He met different people and experienced different things, all kinds of things, and he should have been stronger long ago.

Wen Ling couldn't hold back anymore, and stepped forward to give Qiao Tingyue a gentle hug: "Thank you, I understand a lot of things, you are really amazing."

Qiao Tingyue couldn't help laughing: "I can help you and put you in a good mood, and I'm happy for you too."

"What are you doing?"

The sudden sound startled Wen Ling. He turned his head and saw Song Lu was tall and slender, standing with one hand in his pocket and looking at them not far away.

The two were still in a hugging posture, and quickly separated as if they had just woken up from a dream, and then they opened their mouths to explain in a panic.

"That's not the case, we..."

Qiao Tingyue was worried that Wen Ling's words were too many mistakes, so she gently pulled Wen Ling with her hand.

Such small actions were all seen by Song Lu.

That face with profound and beautiful features suddenly revealed a sarcasm smile, even the long and narrow eyes were chilling.

"Why, did I bother you?"