Chương 9: Chapter 9- he has a soft heart
What's more, she currently have no more strength to spare.
Genuine goods at fair prices,1 starving for two days and two nights, who can suffer that long?
Bai Weiwei felt that she was about to faint as her vision turned blurry. Yet, the hand that was stubbornly holding Han Zhengyu didn't let go. With her current situation, she's already considering about giving up this strategy until she finished eating so that way she can come up with another method along the way.
In the next second, she suddenly felt her body being suspended in midair. Han Zhengyu carried her and stood up.
He seemed to want to put her on the bed but because the room was in a complete mess and all the things in the room were broken, he didn't have any room to move his foot.
Han Zhengyu hesitated for a bit and after a long while, he finally turned around to walk away.
"Cook something and bring it over." Han Zhengyu pursed his lips and said to the servant with a dark face.
Bai Weiwei sobbed as she hid in Han Zhengyu's bosom.
She secretly asked in her mind, "004, did his favorable impression changed?"
System:[ No.]
Bai Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, not having it changed is for the best.
At least the value of his favorable impression didn't drop.
Moreover, even if Han Zhengyu hated her a lot, with the current situation he won't sit still and watch her starve to death.
Bai Weiwei felt that she finally discovered Han Zhengyu's weak point. It seems that he still has his conscience.
If she really came to a person with a black value that's off the charts, she will likely be tortured by a formidable person and would die early.
After Han Zhengyu placed Bai Weiwei on top of his bed, she immediately reached out her hand to grab the hem of his clothes.
"Gege." Bai Weiwei shyly looked at him.
Han Zhengyu frowned, "I'm not your bro."
Since Bai Weiwei is mentally ill, will she also grab any guy and call them bro?
As he thought of these, his chest suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Bai Weiwei lowered her head, with a distressed look. Afterwards, she blinked her eyes, seriously saying: "You are bro, Weiwei's own buddy."
"For what reason do you think I'm your bro?" Han Zhengyu recalled the time when he rushed through the hospital door and choked her. Why wasn't she afraid after she was choked? Even going so far as stick to him.
He began to doubt whether Bai Weiwei truly have amnesia.
Bai Weiwei once again frowned in distressed. Afterwards, she said in a soft voice: "Because I saw brother right away and wanted to be close to you. I was very scared and didn't know anyone, but seeing you is like seeing my family, therefore you are my bro."
Han Zhengyu's facial expression turned stiff for a moment as he clenched his hand tightly.
He then sneered, "You're mistaken, I'm not your family."
Bai Weiwei looked at Han Zhengyu as tears fall from her eyes. She cried in distress, "If you aren'tmy family then where's my family?"
Family?
Bai Weiwei's parents passed away.
Whilst her relative's location is unknown.
The reason why Han Zhengyu was unable to abandon Bai Weiwei was because Bai Weiwei didn't have any place to go.
When Han Zhengyu remembered these, he didn't know when his cold and ruthless heart suddenly became soft.
Nevertheless, his tone was still very cold as he answered: "I don't know, so don't stick to me. I'm very busy."
Han Zhengyu was unaware that his tone finally wasn't filled with any hatred.
[Ding! Male god's favorable impression: negative 25.]
As soon as Bai Weiwei heard it, after being tormented again and again, at long last the favourable impression rose up.
System: [Congratulations, Host. But, the road ahead is still black in which I'm sure you'll stumble along the way.]
Bai Weiwei clenched her teeth: "Roll! The only thing you can do is throw stones when I'm down. You broken system."
The servant quickly came in to deliver congee in order for her body to digest it easily.
When Bai Weiwei saw it, she reached out her hands to hold it, looking like a hungry wolf. But as soon as she stretched her hand, it began to feel painful. With no choice, she could only hang it down while feeling dejected.
Although the wound on top of her left arm is small, it was still deep and the blood has already flowed for quite a while.
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