pampered and married

Chapter 297 Is it all over?

Song Yi didn't know how long she sat by the bed, she didn't stand up until her body felt cold.

Looking down at the woman with closed eyes, he couldn't help but tuck her in the quilt before going out.

That night, Song Yi had a dream.

In the dream, he returned to his childhood, and beside him was the timid little girl who loved to cry.While wiping her tears, she dragged him to chatter, what he said, he couldn't hear clearly, only knew that she was extremely wronged.

As soon as the screen turned, the shadow of the little girl overlapped with Ji Rulan.

The woman's body was slender, as if it would break if she folded it. She stood among a bunch of blue enchantresses and looked at him with gentle eyes.

She said: "Song Yi, you blamed me wrongly, I never thought about leaving, but you bullied me."

His heart suddenly opened up, as if the annoying worry deep in his heart suddenly had an outlet.

He took a step forward, wanting to apologize to her, but before he could say anything, he woke up from his dream.

It was already dawn, and Song Yi's back was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Although he didn't want to admit it, it seemed that the woman named Ji Rulan really had a place in his heart.

This is not a good thing, Song Yi understands.

As the master of the laboratory, if he wanted to control this world, he had to be extremely cold and ruthless.

He locked himself in the room and read the materials for a whole day.

It was all passed down from the company he set up in Xiacheng, and it was boring.

That company was a trick to confuse Xie Baichen for the so-called entry into the Xiacheng Chamber of Commerce. The people in the company were randomly recruited from the local area. They didn't know his real identity, and they just reported the daily routine step by step.Now he has returned to the laboratory, but the company has not withdrawn. First, he is worried that the company will disappear so quickly and cause unnecessary suspicion. Second,...

Song Yi squeezed her eyebrows.

For the three strange stones that fell into Yan Danqing's hands, he really wanted them to return to their original owners.

It was originally a lost item in his laboratory, and he tried to get it back, as it should be.

In the evening, the sun gradually went down.

Song Yi put down the materials and walked to the glass garden.

In the distance, a group of figures shuttled among the flowers, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be her.

Sensing the gaze from afar, Ji Rulan clenched the water bottle in her hand, tried to calm down, and focused on watering the few roses in front of her.

She thought about it, the communicator was connected, she couldn't stand still, she had to find a way to get the amethyst.

"If you're not in good health, just rest. Why do you get up and do these things?" Song Yimo took the water bottle from Ji Rulan's hand and put it on the flower stand with a straight face.

"Didn't you say that you need to water the flowers every evening?" Ji Rulan looked at him, her cheeks were still unhealthy white.

Song Yi moved her lips: "There's no need to rush at this kind of time."

"It doesn't matter, just move to prove that you are still worth something." Ji Rulan lowered his head, his tone was very light, "It's been a long time since I was on the laboratory bench, and Xiaomu didn't give me a new project. In the laboratory, the useless people are It will be dealt with, I don't want to die yet."

Song Yi's eyes froze suddenly, and his voice was slightly cold: "Who said you will be dealt with?"

Thinking about the possibility of her leaving, he would lose control. How could he treat her like he treats others?
"No way?" Ji Rulan murmured, "That's great."

Outside the door, Xiaomu brought freshly brewed tea, longan and wolfberry, which can nourish qi and blood.

"Have a drink?" That's what she asked, but Song Yi had already poured a glass on her own, and handed it to Ji Rulan's palm.

Warm and hot, just the right temperature for drinking.

Ji Rulan didn't refuse, and took a sip.

Seeing her obediently and obediently listening to him, Song Yi felt a little tight in her heart.

Just as she put down the glass, he filled it up for her again. At the same time, there was a little unnaturalness on the side of his face: "Does the wound still hurt?"

Ji Rulan choked on the tea, Song Yi handed over a tissue.

She lightly flicked the tea from the corner of her mouth, and seeing Song Yi still staring at her, she cleared her throat: "Can you not mention that matter?"

Song Yi frowned.

"I don't want to mention the past." Ji Rulan boldly mentioned it again.

Song Yi's eyebrows loosened subtly, and he asked with a low breath, "You mean... it's all over?"

In other words, she will no longer hold grudges, or even accept it frankly?

"Well, what else can I do?" Ji Rulan lowered her head and blew away the tea soup, hiding the flash of forbearance in her eyes.

She understands that Song Yi will take soft things rather than tough ones, and only if she wins a little sympathy from him can she continue to act.

In this laboratory, she has made a huge sacrifice, and she will not let her efforts be in vain, even if it involves a lot of trouble, she will definitely get the amethyst.

Sure enough, Song Yi heaved a long sigh of relief, and the corners of his eyes were pulled down with a rare apology: "I just, don't want you to go." He simply explained.

"I said a long time ago that I won't leave." Ji Rulan replied calmly, "Everyone here can't leave. Didn't you know this fact from the beginning?"

Song Yi nodded, leaned over and hugged her.

Ji Rulan's body tensed up, not understanding his actions at the moment.

"Send you back to your room to rest." He saw the vigilance in her eyes, and his heart tightened slightly, "You are not mentally strong enough, don't be too tired."

Ji Rulan raised her eyebrows when she heard that, "I want to go to the laboratory tomorrow, it's too boring to stay in the room."

Song Yi hugged her, walked through the corridor, pressed the light on to go to the elevator on the second floor, and said without expression: "I'll go later, there's no rush."

He wanted the doctor to give her another checkup and let her work again if she was fine.

Song Yi refused, and Ji Rulan couldn't force it. Seeing that the man seemed to be in a calm mood at the moment, she asked cautiously, "Can I go to the reference room?"

Song Yi lowered her eyes and pushed open the door of Room 206.

"I just want to look through the materials and documents inside, stay in the room, doing nothing, it's really boring."

Her tone was very soft, and she seemed to be flattering.

Song Yi thought so too, a bird that is too bored will naturally yearn for the outside world.

"Okay." He let go, and gently put her on the bed, leaned over and pulled the quilt, and he warned again, "But it can't be too long."

Ji Rulan nodded, thinking that as long as she had access to the copywriting in the reference room, she would always find a way to find out the whereabouts of the amethyst.

"Go to sleep. I'll ask Xiaomu to bring in dinner. You've eaten too little recently. Eat more today."

"Okay." Ji Rulan pulled up the quilt, and gently closed her thin eyelids.

Song Yi stood by the bed and looked at her for a while, then reached out his hand out of nowhere to help her brush the hair from the side of her face.

Ji Rulan trembled slightly, but she didn't hide.

The crouching silkworms in Song Yi's eyes narrowed, and the subtle warmth spread out layer by layer.

He knew that she was still afraid of him, but her attitude of not avoiding, even allowing, made him very satisfied.

He had thought that she would ignore him for many days, but he didn't expect that she would still be willing to communicate with him. This kind of cooperation made him feel a rare pleasure.

"Go to sleep." He withdrew his hand, stared at her again for a few seconds, turned and went out, and quietly closed the door.

　Hey...Chapter 297 was blocked...but I didn't even write a kiss...I started a long application for lifting the ban, but I saw that some babies had already read chapter 297.

　　
　
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