Fast Transmigration: Save Him - Chapter 189

Qing Jiu told himself in his heart that he must calm down.

What’s going on now? Is the memory of the late Song Dynasty restored just like her? If only she could recover her memory by herself, she could only keep silent.

But if other people remember, she can only keep silent.

After several generations of entanglement, she now recalled that she had saved him? Or did she bring him to another abyss? But one thing always let her know, they two people together, in addition to bring disaster to each other, it seems that there is no good.

Qing Jiu sighed, closed his eyes again, and stroked the confused information in his mind.

She is now the daughter of the Song family. Song Mu Chu is her fourth uncle and the adopted son of her grandfather. She claims to cultivate an assistant to help her father. In fact, she is the successor of the Song family.

She also has a childhood sweetheart, Zhang Haoran. Maybe she is that person?

Qing Jiu took a deep breath and decided to have a good rest. Anyway, as long as she didn’t say it, no one would pry her head open.

Outside the ward, after Song Mu Chu ordered his men to prepare the meal, he sat on the chair at the door. Beside him sat a boy about the age of Qing Jiu. His eyes kept glancing at the ward, but because song Mu Chu was by his side, he didn’t go in.

“Haoran, you really care about our Qing Jiu!” At the beginning of Song Dynasty, the word “Shangxin” was very important. He looked coldly at Zhang Haoran.

Zhang Haoran’s mouth curved slightly, and his face was still in fear, even his shoulders trembled slightly. He was afraid of the late Song Dynasty.

“She’ll be back to school soon. See her then.” Song muchu pats Zhang Haoran on the shoulder, stands up and walks into the ward.

As soon as the door closed, Zhang Haoran’s face changed, and his timid appearance disappeared. He raised his hand and gently brushed the place he had photographed in the early Song Dynasty, as if he was cleaning up the dust.

Is song still a three-year-old? That’s good. Surprise is one of the keys to success.

He got up, sorted out his clothes and walked out slowly.

After another two days in the ward, Qing Jiu finally left the hospital.

At the moment of returning home, she was in a trance, as if she had not been back for a long time.

“Miss, would you like to take a bath first?” Servant Alan standing at the door of the bedroom, see Qing Jiu in a daze for a long time, can’t help but ask.

Qing Jiu came back, shook his head, went straight into the room, sat on the bed, turned his head and looked at the bedside table with a picture of the whole family on it. At that time, her mother was still alive.

“Mom, tell me what to do, OK? Why is that? I’m only 20 years old, but I feel old. I can’t seem to do anything but play dumb. ” She picked up the photo and gently stroked the smiling woman with moist eyes.

“It’s dinner, miss.” Alan came back and stood at the door and whispered.

Qing Jiu sucked her nose, looked up at her with a brilliant smile, and said in a cheerful tone, “I’ll go down soon!”

In front of the dining table downstairs, there are song muchu, song Muyang, Qing Jiu’s grandfather Song Shan, and Zhang Haoran.

This is the first dinner after Qing Jiu’s serious illness. Song Muyang specially invited Zhang Haoran over, and had already regarded him as the best son-in-law candidate.

Qing Jiu walks down the stairs and sits next to Zhang Haoran.

“Grandfather, you are worried.” Qing Jiu said reproachfully, looking at Song Shan.

Song Shan shakes his head, tears in his eyes, he is a granddaughter, this time let him old a lot.

“It’s all over. Let’s eat.” Song Shan said in a low voice, picked up chopsticks and motioned them to eat.

Zhang Haoran picked up chopsticks, picked up a shrimp and put it into Qing Jiu’s bowl.

Qing Jiu looked up at him and gave him a smile. As usual, he was a little silly.

Once upon a time, Zhang Haoran would have felt disgusted, but now, he was very happy. He raised his mouth and watched Qing Jiu eat the shrimp.

Song Mu Chu’s face was gloomy. Sitting opposite them, he felt that the smile was really dazzling.

“Qing Jiu, you are going to school tomorrow?” Song Muyang asked casually.

“Yes, I’m going back to school. It’s not good to ask for leave too long.” Qing Jiu’s mouth is full of things, and his speech is vague. Fortunately, everyone has been used to it for a long time, and there won’t be any problem that he doesn’t understand.

Song Muyang nodded slightly, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. His daughter was beautiful, but her brain was a little hard to use. He was very slow to think about things. He really didn’t want her to go to school.

“Well, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.” Zhang Haoran said happily. He glanced at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, and saw that his face was a bit gloomy, and his heart was more proud.

“Good, good, Haoran, you take good care of Qingjiu.” Naturally, Song Shan noticed the strange mood at the beginning of the Song Dynasty. He said quickly and winked at the sun by the way.

Song Muyang understood and nodded slightly.

Qing Jiu is completely regardless of these men’s thoughts, just eat, she only know, this meal is really delicious.

After dinner, Qing Jiu habitually went for a walk in the back garden to digest.

After a few steps, she heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind her. It was calm and powerful, like stepping on her heart. She could not be more familiar with it.

“Qing Jiu.” The cold voice came from behind her, and she shivered subconsciously.

“Fourth uncle.” Qing Jiu stops, turns around and looks at Song Mu Chu with a smile, pointing to the night sky, “the stars are beautiful.” When she finished, she giggled again.

At the beginning of song’s twilight, he dropped his eyes and sighed heavily. He went to Qing Jiu, raised his hand and touched her head gently. He looked at her innocent eyes, which reflected a tired man.

“Fourth uncle, are you in a bad mood? Today, when Haoran left, he secretly gave me some chocolates. You’ll be in a good mood after eating them. Fourth uncle, I’m sleepy. I’ll go back to bed first. I’ll go to class tomorrow morning! ” Qing Jiu takes out three pieces of chocolate from his pocket, shoves them into song Mu Chu’s hand, and then walks back quickly.

Song Mu Chu looks down at the chocolate in his hand, looks cold and clenches his fingers.

Zhang Haoran? You are so haunted.

In the early morning of the next day, Qing Jiu got up early and went out of the door in a hurry, for fear of meeting the late Song Dynasty.

But as soon as she went downstairs, she saw song Mu Chu sitting on the sofa in the living room, turning to look at her.

“Good morning, fourth uncle.” Qing Jiu put away his disappointment, said hello with a smile, and slowed down his pace.

“Qing Jiu, go to school after dinner.” Song Mu Chu stood up and went straight to the dining table, but did not sit down. Instead, he opened a chair and looked at Qing Jiu faintly.

There is no doubt that this is the fourth uncle “specially” prepared for her.

Qing Jiu nodded, pretended to be happy to go over, sat in a chair, picked up the mung bean porridge on the table to drink.

“Have you had any discomfort recently?” Song Mu Chu sits opposite to Qing Jiu, puts a piece of bread into his mouth and asks slowly. The corner of his eye is always paying attention to Qing Jiu’s every move.

“I don’t have any discomfort. I can eat and sleep. Fourth uncle doesn’t have to worry about me.” Qing Jiu’s mouth is full, and he answers vaguely. His eyes are always on the delicious food in front of him. He doesn’t look at Song Mu Chu.

Song Mu Chu was a little frustrated. He raised his hand and touched his face, then looked down at the table; The table was polished like a mirror, reflecting his handsome face, which made him more confused.

Once upon a time, didn’t she like this face best? Every time we meet again, we will make a fool of ourselves. Why are we so indifferent this time? Is it because she’s retarded? But he felt that her eyes to Zhang Haoran were bright.

When he was stunned, Qing Jiu finished his breakfast and said “goodbye” to him. He took his schoolbag and ran out without looking back.

Song Mu Chu looks at the direction of the door and is lost in thought.

How did he feel like he was hiding by Qing Jiu?

Out of the gate of the Song family, Qing Jiu took a deep breath and felt that his breathing was smooth.

Song Mu Chu’s eyes were too oppressive. She felt that if she looked at him for a few more minutes, she would show her true feelings.

Qing Jiu pursed her lips and went out with her head down.

“Qing Jiu, here!” Zhang Haoran leaned on the car door, and saw Qing Jiu come over with her head down from a long distance, and called her quickly.

Qing Jiu returned, waved to him and came to him.

She looked at the sports car behind Zhang Haoran. A bad memory suddenly appeared in her mind like unlocking the lock.

She is to see Zhang Haoran driving this sports car, and Lin Tongtong go shopping together, also cheat her that there is something to be busy.

Zhang Haoran noticed the change of Qing Jiu’s face. Then he remembered the embarrassing thing. The hand that opened the door was stiff there, and he regretted it.

He was a real jerk at that time.

Seeing that he was stunned, Qing Jiu raised his hand and patted off the hand he put on the door. He opened the door, sat in the co pilot’s seat and looked up at Zhang Haoran.

“Has Lin Tongtong never been a co pilot?” Her hand on the seat belt, seems to be hesitant to fasten the seat belt, is also hesitant to take his car.

“No, No.” Zhang Haoran shook his head, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and closed the door with a sigh of relief.

Zhang Haoran sat in the driver’s seat, started the car, and said: “Qing Jiu, the co pilot will always be left to you, let’s go!” He was in a good mood, smiling triumphantly, and glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw that the man was getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared into sight.

Qing Jiu closed his eyes, and the things about Zhang Haoran and the late Song Dynasty kept flashing in his mind.

For today’s sake, the only way she can think of is to leave home and reduce contact with the late Song Dynasty, so as not to be seen by him. Therefore, only when she goes to live in the dormitory of the school, can her name be justified.

“Haoran, help me move things this afternoon. I’m going to live in school.” Qing Jiu whispered.

Zhang Haoran took a look at her. He didn’t ask her any more. He just answered in a low voice.