Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Song Yiyan had a soft and warm little pillow, Xiaoqibao, sleeping very sweetly. For the first time, she had the idea that she must have a little cute and hug her every day.

Rong Yin and Jiang Zhe rushed over before dawn. Because they were flustered, in order to divert their attention, they made breakfast for the people who hadn't gotten up.

"Uncle, don't worry, there is no diamond diamond and no porcelain work. If I am not 100% sure, I would not dare to mess around." Song Yiyan looked at the worried Uncle Mei and said again.

Where can she believe it, she is 100% sure that she is the world's top medical expert. He has never had any medical problems, and he dare not say 100%. The more she said that, the more he became flustered.

Compared with the nervousness of others, Song Yiyan, who is about to go into battle, is the most calm. After eating and drinking, she smiled and looked at the group of people behind her, nodding slightly: "Don’t worry, one When I was young, I gave you a healthy second uncle."

"Thank you." Looking at the girl in front of him with gratitude, Sheng Sheng said that she was okay, and the suspect didn't need to be suspicious, he believed her.

"It's not troublesome." Song Yiyan said that it is impossible not to be nervous.

But her character does not allow her to show any weakness, she still looks lazy, and after speaking, she turns around and enters the house confidently.

Rong Yin watched Song Yiyan enter, the real worry had just begun. Everyone looked nervously at the doorway, fidgeting.

Ji Xing was leaning on the left side of the door, his eyes were as deep as ink. He listened carefully to the movement inside, and his heart also picked up.

The people in the living room, except him, were all worried about Yan Yuanfei, and what he worried the most was the rogue woman in the room who was so angry that she could not pay her life.

She didn't seem to care about anything, she didn't seem to care about anything, she seemed confident, but she was just trying to support herself.

In fact, there is such a fearless spirit in that woman, and she doesn't know how important Ling Sheng is to her in order to make her a timid, selfish person willing to take such a big risk to save people for her.

Ling Sheng squatted on the right side of the door, facing Ji Xing, like the gods of two doors, with a script in his hand, he couldn't turn a page for a long time, and his thoughts were not on the top at all.

Wen Ruoshui believed in Buddha, knelt on the futon, folded his hands and prayed silently. Nangong Lengyu and Su Xiyin also kneeled beside her, helping to pray together.

Xiao Qi also took a cushion seriously, and knelt behind them like a tail. The little appearance was a bit too cute.

Huo Ci and a few of them, who do not believe in gods and Buddhas, stood and sat, glanced at the direction of the bedroom door from time to time, and nervously hung their hearts.

As time passed, the air was quiet.

door.

It opened from the inside with a creak.

Song Yiyan's face was a little pale, but she was quite energetic, especially her eyes. They were very bright and gleamed with joy. She looked at the group of people around her and her voice trembled with excitement: "Success."

Ling Sheng rushed over and hugged her, hugged her tightly, tears streaming down his eyes: "Thank you."

An obvious pain flashed across Song Yiyan's face. The colic in her heart made her suffocate for a while. After being hugged hard, she almost couldn't control the spout of blood, her voice remained the same, disgusted Pushed her away: "Let go, my sister doesn't like women, and you don't need to give her permission."

Rong Yin and the others followed with a sigh of relief, and looked at the girl in front of them with gratitude, and interrupted by her before saying thank you.

"Uncles, you don't have to be so polite with me. Shengsheng's business is my business. Shengsheng's second uncle is my second uncle, and I should do it." Song Yiyan smiled and patted her chest: "But If you believe me, you must be right. Your second uncle will wake up soon. Go and see him!"

"That's what I said." Rong Yin looked at her gratefully: "But I still want to say thank you on behalf of everyone."

Jiang Zhe: "Yanyan, you will be our niece in the future. Just like Shengsheng, if you have any difficulties, don't be polite and tell your uncles."

Lu Yubai: "As long as you can help, you will die."

Song Yiyan was a little embarrassed, and said hurriedly: "I just did my best and didn't help much. Uncle, don't be so polite."

"Yanyan, you have to remember what they said, don't be polite to them." Nangong Lengyu held her hand gratefully, the corner of her lips finally breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled relaxedly: "What is needed in the future? , Just go find them."

Song Yiyan nodded. Everyone didn't treat her as an outsider. No matter how polite she was, she seemed too hypocritical: "I know, then I'm not polite."

Ling Sheng was on the side and gave her a thumbs up quietly. Now she shouldn't worry that she won't be able to hang out if she leaves the Song family, but with her character, even if she has difficulties, she won't ask for help unless she has to. .

Song Yiyan said that Yan Yuanfei is okay, and her body will slowly recover. She has to go to the studio to catch the announcement, so she will leave first and come back at night.

Huo Ci didn't want to keep her anymore. They had troubled her for so long, so they let them go and sent them to the door, watching her enter the elevator.

The moment the elevator closed, Song Yiyan's face suddenly became pale as paper. After a low painful cough, she could no longer control her mouth, and a little bit of blood spilled from her fingers.

Ji Xing's eyes sank suddenly, and he subconsciously buckled the woman's waist, letting her lean on her shoulders, listening to her depressed, painful dull low cough, and clearly felt that the clothes on her shoulders were slightly soaked. , The hot and humid temperature, the fishy and salty taste, a heart aches.

"Ji Xing, hug me." Song Yiyan hooked the man's neck and buried her head on his shoulder. The blood kept pouring out like money without money.

She knew that she was almost unable to support it.

But what he will face next is a more cruel fact, Lei Jie.

Ji Xing twitched distressedly, as if someone was holding a blunt knife, cutting his flesh one by one. He hugged the woman in his waist, shattered light in his eyes, and stepped out of the elevator.

He always knew that this woman had always been hard-hearted and soft-hearted to the people she cared about, but he didn't expect that she would do this for her friends, or even care about her own fate.

Is it something ordinary people can do to change their fate against the sky? Does anyone dare to do it? For ascetics, going against the sky is going to be backlashed and struck by lightning.