After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

Chapter 759 Not Even Qualified To Ask

inside the car.

Wen Jincheng's slender and tall figure leaned back slightly, leaning against the driver's seat.

Song Weilan sat in the co-pilot, her dark and clear eyes were lowered.

If only I could stay like this forever.of

Dim light enveloped the two of them, and the atmosphere was quiet and suffocating.

"If you don't mind, I have a cigarette?"

Wen Jincheng held a cigarette between his knuckles, and looked at Song Weilan lightly with his dark and moist eyes.

"do not mind,"

Song Weilan's voice was low and soft, and there was an undetectable self-mockery at the corner of her mouth.

Now she has long since lost her qualifications to mind, isn't she?

Snapped.

Wen Jincheng lowered the car window by a gap, put the cigarette between his lips, and took out the lighter to light it.

The swaying blue and white flames illuminated that handsome face brightly and darkly, making it difficult to define his expression.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette, and slowly exhaled the gray-white smoke from his mouth and nose, and gradually spread out along the gap of the car window.

"If you have anything to say, say it."

The gentle voice, I don't know if it's the effect of nicotine or something else, it sounds a little duller.

Song Weilan's hands on her legs clenched into fists.

She wanted to talk about what happened back then, but she had no choice but to say that she had never betrayed him, and that she still loved him.

The words accumulated in the bottom of my heart intertwined and surged, almost overflowing my throat.

But she also knows that the prerequisite for saying these words must be within the moral range.

"Is the girl at the manor last time your girlfriend?"

Song Weilan stared at Wen Jincheng in a daze, expecting a negative answer from his mouth.

"Miss Song, I need to remind you,"

Wen Jincheng knew that what Song Weilan said was that it happened to be late that day when she came to the manor for her follow-up consultation.

He slowly exhaled the smoke and looked at Song Weilan indifferently, the corners of his slightly raised lips were tinged with a bit of coolness.

"I give you 15 minutes to say what you want to say, which doesn't mean you can ask any questions that have nothing to do with yourself."

The man's voice was slow and deep, and it sounded similar to usual at first glance, but if you listen carefully, you can detect the alienation and coldness in the words.

She knew that Jincheng was telling herself.

His business has nothing to do with him, and he is not even qualified to ask.

Song Weilan tightly clutched her skirt, her fingertips gradually turned white due to too much force, her drooping eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

"...Understood, I won't ask again."

The voice was low and light, with a bit of hoarseness.

The wind blew in through the open window, bringing a chill to the bones.

Song Weilan suddenly felt colder than ever before, and her body shivered slightly.

Wen Jincheng took off the cigarette that had just burned less than halfway between his lips, put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray at hand, and then closed the car window.

"Less than 10 minutes to go,"

He narrowed his eyes, and his voice was unhurried.

"If there is nothing to say, we don't have to waste each other's time."

Song Weilan bit her lip fiercely, as if mustering up a lot of courage.

"You, can you help me find a matching bone marrow donor?"

Zhou Ning had saved her life and accompanied her through the most difficult time, so she had to try her best to save Xiaobao.

bone marrow donors.

Wen Jincheng leaned on the back of the chair and looked ahead, with an elusive meaning in his dark eyes.

He knew that Song Weilan said this because of that child.

"I thought you wanted these 15 minutes to explain what happened back then."