Marriage step by step: Gu Shao's sky-high priced wife

The door of the room was closed again, Rong Man exhaled a foul breath, and suppressed the smile on her face.

She walked into the bedroom, and took out a piece of information from the safe, which clearly stated all the matching indicators, almost exactly the same as the one she showed Yan Xin last time.

As her gaze slowly moved up, the name of the matching person was written on the header.

——Rong Man.

……

Ever since Gu Shanshan smashed him to commit suicide last time, Yan He has been strictly guarded by Sun Zhi. Sun Zhi almost never leaves him. Yan He's fate is temporarily preserved, but his words are becoming less and less.

Blue veins were faintly visible under the young man's pale skin, and he stared straight out of the window with a dead silence in his eyes.

"Ahe, let me push you out to bask in the sun, the air is nice today."

Yan Xin didn't respond, his unfocused pupils turned slightly, and he looked at the wheelchair beside him.

Sun Zhi knew that he had acquiesced.

"Ahe, Miss will be back soon, you can take good care of your body, and she can feel at ease."

Yan He only reacted a little when he heard Yan Xin's name, he nodded dully, "Uncle Sun, don't tell her what happened before."

Sun Zhi skillfully put on the mask for him, and complied with Yan He's words, "I can promise you, but you can't do such stupid things again."

"Thank you Uncle Sun."

He leaned on the wheelchair and let Sun Zhi push him out of the ward.

The sun outside was not dazzling, Ke Yanhe still blinked his eyelashes twice unaccustomed, he raised his arm, spread his five fingers in front of him, fine pieces of sunlight sprinkled down the gap between his fingers, that warm feeling, Like the arms of my mother when I was a child.

Yan He's lips finally moved.

"The flowers in front are all blooming, let's go and have a look."

There is a flower garden in the hospital for patients to watch. If you want to reach the flower garden, you must pass through a verdant corridor. It is obviously cooler than the outside, and even the breeze carries the unique scent of trees.

Yan Xin couldn't help but close her eyes, quietly experiencing the vitality around her.

"Ahe, we are just ahead."

After listening to Sun Zhi's words, Yan He slowly opened his eyes, a hundred flowers bloomed in the flower garden, and all kinds of fragrances were mixed together, but they were exceptionally fresh.

In fact, Yan Xin also likes flowers, but after the accident at home, she no longer has the mind to take care of these things.

"When my sister comes, I will pick one and give it to her."

There are vendors selling flowers next to the flower garden. After admiring the flowers, many people will bring one or two for the occasion.

Yan He's eyes moved slowly, beside the flower garden, in an inconspicuous place, a girl was measuring something here with a paintbrush.

Although she couldn't see her face clearly, she seemed to have magical powers that attracted Yan He's attention.

"Ahe, do you still want to go inside?"
Yan He shook his head, his eyes fell on the girl, "Uncle Sun, let's go back."

"No more walking?"

Yan He's lips curled up under the mask, and he lowered his eyes with some reluctance, "No need, let's go."

Hearing this, Sun Zhi could only push Yanhe and turn around. After all, he agreed to go out today, which is already a great improvement.

But suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him, "Please wait!"

The girl who was sketching just now ran up to Yanhe. She still had the smell of flowers mixed with the girl's unique fragrance, covering Yanhe's nose.

His fingers on the wheelchair curled subconsciously, and she saw her put a piece of paper on Yan He's lap, "For you."

Yan He was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned the paper over, and it turned out to be the girl's painting just now.

Although she is in the flower garden, the painting is indeed a verdant promenade. Below the promenade, there is a phantom in a wheelchair, which blends with the surrounding scenery, which is really beautiful.

Unexpectedly, she added herself to the painting in such a short period of time.

"If you can stay a little longer, I can draw better."

Her voice is light and agile, like a butterfly slowly spreading its wings, circling gracefully in Yan He's heart.

Seeing that Yanhe didn't speak, she bent down and chuckled, "Why don't you even say thank you? Is it because I didn't draw well?"

His almost white fingers stroked the paper, but his eyes gradually calmed down.

"Thank you, but I don't need it."

Yan He returned the painting to the other party, turned his head to Sun Zhi and said, "Let's go, Uncle Sun."

Sun Zhi could tell that Yan He liked it very much, but he didn't accept it.

But Sun Zhi didn't ask, just followed Yan He's intention and continued to walk forward.

"What kind of person doesn't cherish other people's thoughts at all."

She muttered a few words behind her, and then chased after unwillingly, "Hey, why are you so indifferent."

"Girl, he is not in good health and needs to go back to rest."

"Who is still in the hospital if you are in good health? I don't think your illness is serious. It's serious to be depressed every day."

Sun Zhi wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Yan He raising his hand, "When you don't know other people's situation, speaking casually will make you look very uneducated."

Yan He's personality has always been relatively stable, and this is the first time he has spoken to a stranger in this tone.

"So what, I'm dying anyway, and my upbringing can't be eaten." Her tone was relaxed, but the words she said were amazing.

Yan He's eyebrows moved slightly, and he looked at her again.

"What are you looking at, is it considered a serious illness if you have to lie in bed and be maintained by a ventilator?"

She was going to die too?
A strange feeling suddenly surged in Yan He's heart. He had never met anyone with the same illness as him, but after hearing the girl's words, he actually felt sorry.

At such a flower-like age, could it be that he, like himself, can only wait for death?
He seems to have forgotten that he is also a boy under 20 years old.

"Don't pity me, I think my life is much better than yours." The girl snorted softly, and rolled up the painting carefully, "If you don't want it, forget it, I'll just throw it in the trash can."

She made a gesture to leave, but Yan He snatched the painting first, "Sorry, I made a mistake in my words before, but I like the painting very much, thank you."

"That's right, but if it's because you pity me, I won't give it to you."

Yan He didn't take off his mask, his exposed eyes were slightly covered by his bangs, but it didn't prevent him from feeling the vitality of the girl.

"Aren't I poorer?"

The girl stared at him for a while, then reluctantly nodded, "You're right, I don't care about it."

She suddenly stretched out her hand, with a string of transfer beads on her wrist, and made a sound after colliding with her movements, "Hello, my name is Bai Zhitong, nice to meet you."

Yan He held her hand almost uncontrollably, "Hello, my name is Yan He."