False Love Becomes True

Looking at Yan Zhen's delicate face and the little smile in his eyes, song Pan'an asked, "thank you for what?

"Of course, thank you for helping me buy new year's products for the children in the orphanage."

Song Pan'an was a little lost in his heart, and then waved his hand indifferently: "it's OK, I also like those children very much."

Then, song Pan'an's voice turned, his smile was brilliant and charming, and he said, "but if Yan Zhen insists on thanking me, why don't you..."

Yan Zhen looked at Song Pan'an, who was also very cooperative and said, "how about it?"

Song Pan'an wanted to say, "it's better to agree with each other by example," but he couldn't.

"Why don't you play with me for a few days?"

Yan Zhen looked at Song Pan'an in embarrassment, shrugged and said, "it's not that I don't want to, but that I'm like this now. How can I go out and play?"

Song Pan'an said with a smile: "I didn't say that now, I'll wait for you."

Yan Zhen laughs: "also, it's my fault."

Song Pan'an clenched his hands into fists, coughed up to his mouth and said, "I'm here to send you the gift from Mr. Vincent."

Mr. Vincent, the pastry master who made pastries in Yan's family.

Yan Zhen some joyful smile: "did not expect you also remember, trouble."

Song Pan'an chuckled: "you're welcome. Here you are." Song Pan'an picked out a white box from a pile of gifts he had brought.

When song Pan'an came, he brought many gifts.

Yan Zhen glanced at the pile of gifts, but said: "you still said I'm polite, you come here, bring so many things to do."

Song Pan'an: "well, don't you see what Mr. Vincent gave you? You know, when I wanted to take a peek, Mr. Vincent turned me out

Yan Zhen shrugged. Her white fingers rubbed on the delicate packing box and opened it.

It's just a box the size of a palm. There's a ball in it, and there's a base under the ball, which is connected.

Yan Zhen curiously looked at the white ball, reached out and poked it. She was surprised to see her big apricot eyes, round and lovely.

Next to song Pan'an's fist against the corner of his mouth, to hide his smile.

"This... This is dough!" Yan Zhen was surprised.

It's soft, like dough.

Song Pan'an moves to Yan Zhen's wheelchair, which is close to Yan Zhen, but Yan Zhen's whole mind is on the white ball and doesn't pay attention to it.

Song Pan'an asked his head, "it's not dough. You can open it. It's openable."

Yan Zhen curiously looked at the white ball in his hand and said, "are you sure? What if I break it? "

Song Pan'an simply took Yan Zhen's hand, put it on the white ball and said, "how can I, believe me."

At this time, song Pan'an was already slightly sideways, almost holding Yan Zhen in his arms.

The fragrance of Yan Zhen's body lingers on the tip of his nose, like a small brush in Song Pan'an's heart, itching.

In the morning, Yan Zhen has been able to simply wipe her body and wash her hair. What song Pan'an smells is naturally the shampoo on Yan Zhen's body.

Yan Zhen seldom wears perfume, unless she attends important occasions, at home, she is everything simple.

Yan Zhen side head, nose across song Pan'an's jaw, this is she just found that the distance between the two is too close.

Yan Zhen uneasily measured the lower body, the corner of the mouth slightly pursed, said with a smile: "I can come by myself."

Song Pan'an's eyes were dim, and then the corner of his mouth began: "OK, don't worry, it's not dough, it can't be broken."

Yan Zhen nodded, fingers slightly forced, "Bata", white ball separated from the middle, revealing the inside things.

A little girl in a white dress, holding a crystal ball in her hand, her eyes are clear, her hair is turned into two lovely braids, her feet are brilliant flowers, and behind her are three pairs of white wings.

"God Yan Zhen covers the corner of his mouth, is very surprised, and his eyes are straightforward.

The little girl in the white ball, in fact, is in the shape of Yan Zhen, who was born in an hour.

Although Yan Zhen was more lovely when she was a child, strictly speaking, the little girl in the white ball is the Q version of Yan Zhen, which is different from that when she was a child, but it's not much different.

"Very much?"

Yan Zhen nodded: "I like it very much. Mr. Vinson is bothering."

Song Pan'an sat back on the sofa and said with a smile, "in fact, when Mr. Vincent left, he said that this work was completely created for you. It's called" angel. "

Then song Pan'an smiles, and Yan Zhen looks at him.

After laughing for a while, song Pan'an explained, "in fact, Mr. Vincent didn't show me the finished product at the beginning. He just told me what he thought."

"At that time, I asked Mr. Vinson if it was too much to name 'Angel'... Well, whatever? After all, the word "angel" is too much praise. As a result, Mr. Vinson was very angry, so he buckled my presentYan Zhen bent his eyes and listened to song Panna quietly.

"However, once I saw a manuscript designed by Mr. Vinson, which only sketched out your outline. I found that I was wrong."

"When I saw the finished product just now, I knew I was very wrong."

"Yan Zhen, it's not too much to say that you are an angel."

Yan Zhen was so embarrassed that song Pan'an looked at her. Her earlobe turned red. She looked down at the little girl in her hand and said, "well, don't say that. It's very embarrassing."

Song Pan'an was shocked when he heard the speech, and then he laughed even more happily. This is his beloved girl. It's so good.

After laughing, song Pan'an's heart is even more lost. Unfortunately, his beloved has been married.

Song Pan'an covered up his loss well, touched his chin and said, "I don't know if I'm going to admit my mistake with Mr. Vinson this moment. I don't know if he will return the gift he prepared for me."

Yan Zhen chuckled, and the embarrassment just disappeared.

Song Pan'an is romantic, but not obscene. With one thing, he is popular with the opposite sex, and naturally has a way to get along with women.

For song Pan'an, Yan Zhen is not the girl she used to get along with, so in addition to coaxing Yan Zhen to be happy, song Pan'an respects Yan Zhen.

When Yan Zhen expressed her own opinions, she did not perfunctorily treat other women in the past. She not only listened carefully, but also commented on it.

Song Pan'an is also very skillful in speaking, and Yan Zhen is very comfortable talking with him just now.

Two people unconsciously said for a long time, when Yan Zhen came to the living room, he heard Yan Zhen's laughter.

Yan Zhen Leng for a while, yesterday zhen'er was a little unhappy and lost, what good thing happened this morning?

When he saw the scene in the living room, the corner of his mouth rose and his eyes were meaningful.

It turned out that it was not a good thing, but a good person.