My Lift As A Top Star In A Book

The Emperor Garden is located in the western suburbs of City A, built on a small island in the middle of Qiushui Lake, covering an area of ​​over a hundred acres, connected to the shore by a white jade arch bridge.

He Wen drove the car onto the bridge, and the three-storey villa on the island looked extraordinarily quiet under the moonlight.

The reason why I came to Emperor Garden is because the security here is very good, not to mention the paparazzi and the media, not even a fly can fly in.

He Wen stopped the car, walked around half of the car and opened the door. Song Zhan looked at Qin Nuan who was lying unconscious on the seat, bent down and picked her up, and the two got out of the car together.

She was lighter than he imagined, so Song Zhan carried her into the villa without any effort.

Shen Bai had already arrived, he was waiting in the living room, when he saw Song Zhan walking in with a woman in his arms, he couldn't help but linger on that woman's face for a few more seconds.

A very beautiful woman indeed.

"Master Zhan, is she the Qin Nuan you've been looking for?"

Song Zhan responded lightly, without answering yes or no.

Seeing this, Shen Bai didn't continue to ask, and took Qin Nuan's temperature.

"Thirty-nine degrees eight, this temperature is not low, and needs an infusion."

"good!"

After Song Zhan said yes, he carried Qin Nuan to the guest room on the second floor, put her on the bed, and adjusted her into a comfortable position.

After Shen Bai hung up the bottle for Qin Nuan, Song Zhan let him and He Wen go back first.

There were only two people left in Nuo Da's villa, which seemed a little deserted.

Song Zhan walked to the window in the room. The night breeze gently lifted the gauze curtain, and the air in the room was a little low.

He took out a cigarette from nowhere, took out the lighter, and turned it around twice casually, the flame twirling and jumping at his fingertips. When lighting a cigarette, Qin Nuan on the bed suddenly made an uncomfortable sound, and Song Zhan suddenly closed the lid of the lighter.

He put down his cigarette and walked over to the bed.

There was only one bedside lamp lit in the room, the light was dim, reflecting Qin Nuan's pink face.

There was a pair of antipyretic stickers on her forehead, maybe it was too cold, Qin Nuan frowned uncomfortably in her sleep.

Song Zhan stood tall and tall, standing in front of the bed. He stared at the person on the bed with deep eyes, like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless, but the depths were undercurrents and turbulent waves.

She is the person most like her, with exactly the same name, exactly the same face, and even now the expressions of her gestures are becoming more and more similar.

But if she was really her, how could she not remember him?

Song Zhan was lost in thought, when Qin Nuan's painful low moans suddenly came to his ears.

"Mommy mommy……"

In her sleep, Qin Nuan seemed to have remembered something very bad. She shrank tiredly, arched her back, and hugged herself tightly, with a posture of self-protection.

With a tearing voice and crying, she yelled intermittently from her mouth: "Mom... don't die... don't die, okay... Nuan Nuan is so scared..."

Song Zhan's pupils widened in vain. He looked at the person on the bed in disbelief, his broad shoulders shrugged weakly, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

He clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, his joints were white, and his throat seemed to be strangled, restraining him from making a sound.

After an unknown amount of time, a tear fell on the back of Song Zhan's hand.

He hugged the person on the bed tightly into his arms.

Nuannuan, thirteen years.

Wrapped tightly in a generous and powerful embrace, Qin Nuan in the nightmare seemed to have found a sense of security, her tense body gradually relaxed, she leaned on Song Zhan's shoulder, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, sucked her nose, and fell asleep.