My little puppy is sick

Chapter 51 My Dear Blue Friend 31
"Then have you made up your mind so early on for the rest of your life? Why, Qi Yan, your officers and soldiers set fire and won't light the lamps for our people?"

"I'm still different from you. I have nothing to worry about. I don't have parents nagging me, and I don't have mortgage or car debts. I don't need to think about trivial things in life. Naturally, I can do whatever I want."

Yu Xianya felt that Qi Yan had ruthlessly sent her to Versailles.

Her parents are both presidents of large companies. Although they are divorced, they will give Qi Yan a large amount of living expenses every month.

Over time, Qi Yan doesn't like to spend money very much, this money is enough for Qi Yan to eat for a lifetime.

Yu Xianya glared at her.

Qi Yan put the textbooks in her schoolbag, said goodbye to Yu Xianya, and walked out of the classroom under her envious eyes.

He Zhao is usually too busy, the two of them don't talk about meeting, and they don't even make video calls.

Yu Xianya was extremely envious!
When Qi Yan arrived at Song's house, it was Song's mother who opened the door, and Song's father sat in front of the TV and read the newspaper.

Qi Yan couldn't see where Song Heng was, so Qi Yan asked, "Mom, where is Song Heng?"

"In the room, didn't you remove the gauze today? He probably didn't come out because he was afraid of scaring you."

As expected of Mother Song, she understands her son, "Yanyan, if you really want to have a good time with Song Heng, don't dislike his face, Song Heng looks carefree, but his heart is so fragile. "

"Mom, I know, I assure you, I will not dislike him, and will always love her."

Mother Song patted Qi Yan on the shoulder and said, "Go."

"Okay mom."

Qi Yan knocked on the door and said, "Song Heng, I'm here."

A voice came from inside: "Yanyan, why don't you come in, I'm afraid I'll scare you."

"I don't want it, I'm coming in."

Qi Yan opened the door and walked in.

Song Heng sat on the chair, with the uninjured side facing the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just in a daze."

Qi Yan walked forward, Song Heng moved his body slowly, trying not to let Qi Yan see his ugly other half.

"What are you hiding?" Qi Yan straightened his face, saw him pursing his lips, with tears in his eyes, and said helplessly, "Why do you like to cry so much?"

Song Heng's eyelashes trembled, and his voice was hoarse: "It's not good-looking, don't look at it."

"You say my man is not good-looking?" Qi Yan stretched out her fist and gestured in front of him, "Try saying it again."

Song Heng didn't speak, he put his arms around Qi Yan's waist, moved forward, and hugged her on his body.

His other hand grabbed Qi Yan's face, preventing her from turning around.

Song Heng's voice was muffled: "It's really not good-looking, don't look at it."

"Song Heng, I don't dislike it, really. Let go of your hand and don't block me from seeing my boyfriend."

"It's my fiancé." Song Heng said solemnly.

"Okay, my dear fiance, please let go of your hand, won't you let me see you for the rest of your life?"

Song Heng curled his lips: "That's different, the wound on the face will fade by then."

Qi Yan's tone became serious: "Song Heng."

Song Heng silently let go of his hand.

Qi Yan turned around and saw the wound on his face that had been covered with ointment. To be honest, it was ugly, so to speak, ugly.

The ointment was brown and covered the deep red wound, and sometimes pus would flow out of the wound through the ointment.

But she doesn't dislike it, some just feel distressed.

It was hers, and her face was damaged, badly wounded.

How dare she despise it.

(End of this chapter)