The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

It was not the first time Su Nanzhi saw him.

After her 18th birthday, this was the third time she woke up in the middle of the night and saw a man next to her bed.

For the first time, she thought she was dreaming, dreaming of a man with beautiful silver hair, but the strange thing was that she only remembered his good looks, but not his appearance.

He seemed to have turned his head and looked at her, but he didn't.

The second time was two nights before coming to Beijing, he appeared again. After Su Nanzhi confirmed that it was not a dream, she wanted to touch that beautiful silver hair, but when she stretched out her hand, she felt lonely, and once again God, he's gone again.

This is the third time tonight, and Su Nanzhi didn't touch it for the first time.

She looked at the silver-haired back, and suddenly said: In ancient times, if you broke into a girl's boudoir at night like this, you had to promise it with your body.

The figure seemed to pause for a moment.

Su Nanzhi suddenly had a bold idea: Are you my husband from the previous life?

Once the chatter started, it seemed like it couldn't stop.

If it's you, just nod, okay?

The back figure didn't respond.

I've been reincarnated, why are you still a ghost?

You see, if you are not reincarnated, we have no chance to continue our relationship.

The figure shook for a moment.

Su Nanzhi's hands were itchy from seeing that silver hair, she stretched it out resolutely, and was stunned when she touched the entity.

!

Your hair is so beautiful, Su Nanzhi contentedly circled a strand of silver hair with her index finger, I like it very much.

The figure shook again, as if recalling something.

Su Nanzhi, who was behind, leaned in quietly, with a hint of regret in her tone, Why didn't you reincarnate earlier? Even if you reincarnate now, we can't be together anymore.

I can't, I'll wait until you are eighteen or nineteen years old, and then the old cow will eat the tender grass?

I don't know if he became angry from embarrassment, but the moment Su Nanzhi approached, he suddenly disappeared again.

Su Nanzhi was playing with her hair just a second ago: ...

She looked at the empty hand, recalled the feel of the silver hair just now, slowly raised her lips, clicked her tongue, and then lay back.

I didn't sleep very well in the second half of the night.

Su Nanzhi had a dream. She dreamed that she was a flower picker in her previous life. She hooked up with a handsome silver-haired son of an aristocratic family and then abandoned him.

The tears that the young man shed for her in the dream were really heartbreaking.

After waking up the next day, Su Nanzhi wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, she was really stunned.

Dreams are the opposite of reality.

It can't be all false.

After all, Su Nanzhi knew what kind of person she was.

If she had that beautiful silver-haired boy, she would never let him shed a tear for her.

The cold white rose is so abstinent that it makes people feel bad.

The red roses of desire bloomed among the flowers, and they entangled all night for this.

There was a knock on the door, it was a servant hired by the Su family, Miss San, are you awake?

woke up.

When Su Nanzhi went downstairs, the people at the table looked at her.

Old lady Su was the first to put on a serious face, Is it your upbringing to let the whole family wait for you to wake up?

She thought that she would hear this disobedient granddaughter's apology with a little panic and guilt, and the others thought so too, and there was a sense of watching the show in their eyes.

But no.

Haven't you already started eating? The girl's puzzled voice sounded, and her eyes swept over the dining table they had already started.