Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 188 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (15)

"..." Song Zhixu remained motionless, looking down at Zhao Zhao's hand that was supporting him with a puzzled expression.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment. Zhao Zhao silently let go of her hand and said quietly, "...Be careful not to fall."

Xue Yanbei also silently shrank his legs.

No, is this person really that stable?

Song Zhixu wasn't blind, but he didn't say much. He generously let Zhaozhao lead him to his seat. By the end of the meal, none of the four of them had become very familiar with Song Zhixu.

The key point is that this person seems easy to get along with, but in reality, he is extremely aloof, and it's impossible to find anything to talk about with him.

Zhao Zhao was no longer willing to pretend; it was too much trouble. She went straight to the point, "Senior Song, can you do me a favor?"

He stared directly into Song Zhixu's eyes, showing no sign of begging, but rather a clean and pure demeanor.

"He who eats another's food is bound to do so," Song Zhixu said, slowly tilting her head and smiling. "Go ahead and speak."

He remembered that Yu Zhaoyi had said a long time ago that he needed to see him about something. Considering the good relationship between the Yu and Song families, he wasn't unwilling to help him.

They were all prepared for trouble, but then they heard the boy calmly utter a few words as he opened and closed his lips, "Let me hug you once."

Since it was the first time she had said something like that to someone, Zhao Zhao was a little embarrassed and unconsciously tugged at the hem of her clothes. The other three people traveling with her were trying not to laugh.

Zhao Zhao glared at him, then dragged out a stool and stood in front of Song Zhixu with a menacing air, as if she were looking for trouble.

Song Zhixu remained calm, and even after hearing his unreasonable request, he didn't lose face. He simply asked, "Why?"

"It's nothing," Zhao Zhao said, her face slightly flushed, her eyes fixed on the three people opposite her who were trying not to laugh.

Song Zhixu surveyed the room, glancing at the expressions on the faces of the group and then at the scattered playing cards. He chuckled and said, "You guys aren't betting on me, are you?"

"Senior is smart!" Zhao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he guessed it, so as not to embarrass him.

Song Zhixu was actually very averse to physical contact with others. Seeing that Zhaozhao was so innocent and actually wanted to hug him, he subconsciously held back and didn't punch him.

However, when he came to his senses, he saw Zhao Zhao bend down slightly and put her hand under his knees.

Song Zhixu: ? Princess carry?

The thin boy had one arm around his waist and the other hand on his leg. Because of his small size, his face was pressed directly against his chest.

Zhao Zhao brazenly stepped forward, straining with all her might, but she couldn't budge him an inch. Her face turned red and her neck bulged, and her heart even started to ache.

Song Zhixu was also in some pain from being strangled, and seeing this surreal scene, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

The two were so close that he could even smell the boy's pleasant fragrance. He silently pushed him away, forced a smile, and said, "Junior, you don't seem to be able to carry me. Forget it, go and get some rest."

Zhao Zhao rubbed his heart and stubbornly tried to step forward, but Xue Yanbei quickly pulled him back. Song Zhixu stared at his heart and also took a step back.

"Alright, alright, you've fulfilled your bet, stop playing now."

"Junior, I heard you don't seem to be feeling well?"

Two voices rang out one after the other, and Zhao Zhao finally listened to the advice and stopped being stubborn.

Song Zhixu had heard that the youngest son of the Yu family had suffered from a serious heart disease since childhood. Seeing the boy touching his chest and frowning, he politely poured him a glass of water.

"Then I'm leaving." He smiled, aloof yet gentle. "Also, remember to write your self-criticisms."

Zhao Zhao gave a forced smile and thanked him, "Thank you, senior."

As the door to the private room slammed shut, Fang Sheng and the other man moved closer to him.