Quickly wear a female supporting role: the plot of the male protagonist has been smashed

Chapter 207
"Song Yun, wait!"

Before the banquet was over, Song Yun resigned first, because the purpose of her trip had been accomplished, and it was all due to the merits of a certain eldest son surnamed Song. One sentence, my fiancée, changed everyone's attitude towards her. People who admired her looked at her differently, and it was easy to hesitate how to speak, and even won the envy of many wives. This should be a good thing, but she felt very uncomfortable and uncomfortable. So much so that she didn't want to pay attention to the people who were chasing after her.

"Ouch, my wound, hiss—it hurts so much!"

The person behind him squatted on the ground after screaming in pain, as if the pain was too much, successfully stopped Song Yun, and ran towards him quickly.

"How are you? Let me see!"

But he didn't want to be grabbed by his wrist, and the man who was in so much pain raised his face and gave her a smirk.

"I finally caught you, don't be angry, I didn't mean to hide it from you, can I apologize to you?"

After shaking her for several times but still not letting go, the rascal just clung to her hand, staring at him helplessly, with a bit of displeasure.

"you liar!"

I couldn't help but slapped him, the body was tilted and it really hurt the wound, my face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out all of a sudden.

"Hiss, I really hurt the wound."

Unconsciously, there was a bit of worry on his face, but he remembered that he lied to himself just now, and gave him a sentence that deserved it in annoyance.

Still carefully helped him up with his hands.

"It's not convenient here, let's change to another place and have a good talk."

A classic car drove over to cover the two of them, paused and then drove away slowly. Not long after, another classic car followed the previous car at high speed and disappeared into the night.

In the dark alley, the two who were hiding against the wall breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go!"

Song Zhanyang is the young master of the most powerful Song family in Beiping. With the turbulent situation and warlords everywhere, the Song family is the most likely to end this chaos. Countless eyes are staring at them, predicting their next move.

Song Yun checked his wound, it was red and swollen, applied a layer of iodophor on him, and then wrapped it with clean gauze.

"Can I take amoxicillin?"

Song Zhanyang nodded, took the pill in her palm and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Let's see if you have a fever tonight, but I suggest you go to the hospital to have a look!"

He shook his head and put on his clothes, "No, you know, if you go to the hospital, the life you saved will be in vain!"

Most of these hospitals are now in the hands of those people. I showed up tonight, so many eyes were on me, and I visited the British and French Concession Office at night. If I was shot, I went to the hospital for treatment. It will not exceed an hour I'm afraid the bones were burned to ashes.

"You should be thankful that in this troubled world, I have prepared these medicines, otherwise you will really die."

"Yeah, that's why I said, there's nothing to repay, just promise with your body~"

The elongated ending sound, the smiling eyes, the black tear mole at the corner of the eye is glowing coquettishly under the candlelight, and the elbows are propped on the table, showing an unscrupulous appearance.

"Okay!"

Unexpectedly, Song Yun agreed so readily, Song Zhanyang was stunned for a while, and then his cheeks and ear tips were stained with red.

Song Yun also didn't expect him to be so innocent and shy, so she couldn't help laughing.

"You promised me everything, and I will be yours from now on!"

Although he was blushing and still talking viciously, he was still a pure wolf cub.

"I know, I know, you can sleep here tonight!"

The second floor of the clothing store has a better environment because it has to receive some private orders. There is also a sofa for people to rest. Song Zhanyang can barely sleep on it.

It just happened that the season changed recently, and I swallowed a lot of woolen materials, otherwise there would be nothing to cover this cold night.

"Why don't you squeeze with me? I don't worry if you go back alone at such a late hour!"

He tried his best to move in on the sofa, which was full of sleep, trying to squeeze out a space, but it was futile to work hard for a long time.

"Or, you go to sleep, I'll make a floor."

Before he could get up, Song Yun pushed him down.

"Don't mess around, lie down properly, don't tear the wound open again, I can sleep at the workbench, and I happen to have some orders that I haven't rushed out, so I made them during this gap, you should rest first."

Afraid of affecting his sleep, she only lit an oil lamp. Under the warm yellow jumping light, Song Yun's serious appearance was softened.

In front of Song Zhanyang was such a scene, a woman in a cotton skirt, with her head slightly bowed, some strands of hair hanging down her ears, but her hands kept on drawing and cutting the cloth seriously.

Through this picture, he seemed to see a family and a child, and she also gave the child or made clothes for him in such a gentle way, so gentle.

"Too bright to sleep?"

His unmoving gaze still drew her attention, and Song Zhanyang silently shook his head in reply to her question.

"Still thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water."

Still shaking his head and refusing.

"Why do you want to open a garment factory?"

This was the first time he asked about her, and Song Zhanyang suddenly wanted to understand her thoughts.

Song Yun smiled, her gaze firm.

"Want to liberate women."

(End of this chapter)