Fast Transmigration: Save Him - Chapter 192

Outside the window, the night is getting darker. Song Mu Chu is sitting on the chair by the window, watching the lights of thousands of houses, and his heart is only filled with melancholy.

She is his only connection to the world.

But now she doesn’t seem to remember him at all. Do you want to tell her those things?

At this time, song Mu Chu was a little tangled, and he gradually had a bad feeling. He always felt that song shan’s arrangement of a blind date and a secretary was far from simple.

He sighed heavily, took out his mobile phone, opened wechat, saw the naughty and lovely picture of chatting at the top, hesitated for a moment, and then sent a “good night” in the past. Then he put down his mobile phone and went into the bathroom.

On the other hand, as soon as Qing Jiu was lying on the bed, she felt her mobile phone vibrate. When she took it up, it turned out that it was the word “good night” sent to her by song Mu Chu.

After staring at the two words for a long time, Qing Jiu typed “good night” with her fingers and immediately deleted them. She closed her eyes, stuffed her cell phone under her pillow and lay down with her quilt covered.

She is basically sure that song Mu Chu has memory. He may be testing himself carefully, trying to know whether she also has memory.

“Li Xin, I’m so tired after a day’s shopping!” Lin Tongtong’s voice is not high, but her voice is a little sharp, so her penetrating power is very strong, let alone intentional.

Li Xin seems a little embarrassed. Theoretically, she should agree with Lin Tongtong, but now it’s almost time to turn off the light. Disturbing people’s sleep is not a matter of quality. She can’t catch up, so she can only nod her head and put down all the bags in her hand.

Lin Tongtong didn’t care about Li Xin’s expression either. She just opened the packing bag with great interest and recited words at the same time, for fear that others would not know how many things she had bought.

Qing nine rolled a white eye, really don’t understand why Lin Tongtong so retarded, why so naive.

Lin Tongtong talked to herself for a while, perhaps because she didn’t achieve the expected effect of letting Qing Jiu blow up her hair, so she was also in a lack of interest. She stuffed her things into the closet and went to the bathroom to wash.

As soon as she went in, the dormitory was much quieter.

Qing nine tiny hook lips, close eyes, now can sleep well.

The next morning, Qing Jiu was woken up by the alarm clock under her pillow. It was only half past six. She went down to bed with her hands and feet. After cleaning, she went out with her bag.

She didn’t understand a lot of last semester’s lessons, but there is a connection between several courses of this semester and last semester’s, so she needs to find out ahead of time, so that the final report card won’t be too ugly.

Even if you want to hide your strength, the premise is strength.

She thought so, strode to the library door, but saw Zhang Haoran at the door.

“Qing Jiu, why did you get up so early?” When Zhang Haoran saw her, he immediately gave her a gentle smile.

“Me? My fourth uncle and I said we should study hard. Am I coming now? It’s you. You’re so good. Why are you here? ” Qing nine frowns to ask a way, a face don’t understand of appearance.

“I don’t know. There are always people who are better than me. I can teach you what you don’t understand. ” Zhang Haoran looked at her sincerely, put his hand on Qing Jiu’s shoulder naturally, and walked into the library with her.

Because it’s very early now, there are not many people in the library, but the two of them walk in together and still attract attention.

Qing Jiu tried to ignore the eyes of those people. After all, the topic between them exploded in the school forum yesterday, and the heat remained high.

Zhang Haoran has long been used to such scenes. He goes straight to a corner and asks Qing Jiu to sit down. He sits beside her and opens her bag.

When he saw the books that Qing Jiu had with him, he frowned and then unfolded.

“These books are all basic. If you don’t learn them well, it will be very difficult in the future. You’re lucky to meet my young master. My one-on-one tutoring is absolutely professional. ” Zhang Haoran hooked his lips, took out a white paper and a pen from his bag, opened the textbook, and explained in a low voice while writing and drawing.

Qing Jiu was stunned. He had to say that Zhang Haoran spoke more clearly than his teacher, and he could find a breakthrough and simplify the problem immediately.

After talking for an hour, Zhang Haoran was a little hoarse.

“Well, let’s stop here today. Mr. Zhang, if I invite you to dinner, it will be considered as tuition fee. I never take advantage of others. ” Qing Jiu put the textbook away, and patted Zhang Haoran’s shoulder and his wallet very heroically.

Zhang Haoran was amused by her actions, and because this is the library, he could only hold a smile and pull Qing Jiu out of the library.

As soon as he went out, Zhang Haoran immediately laughed loudly.

“Ha ha ha, you know that, ha ha ha.” Qing Jiuyi stepped back in disgust, as if writing “I don’t know this retarded person” on her face, shaking her head and walking towards the canteen.

Zhang Haoran’s laughter gradually weakened. He looked at Qing Jiu and raised his feet to follow her slowly.

She didn’t like him before, was it because he was always so clean and aboveboard? Now he can do it, and he can be that kind of person.

In the twinkling of an eye, the weekend is coming. Qing Jiu thought that she could go home and sleep for two days at the weekend, but she was told that Saturday is Zhang Haoran’s father’s birthday. Naturally, her family received the invitation, and she must not leave early.

So on Friday night, as soon as she got home, she saw a pile of shoes and clothes in the living room, all for her.

“Qing Jiu, come and have a look. Which one do you like? You can’t be rude tomorrow night. ” Song Muyang seems to attach great importance to tomorrow evening. Qing Jiu hasn’t seen him so grand for a long time.

Qing Jiu scratched his head, went to the front of the pile of things, and finally chose a white bra skirt.

Song Muyang also thinks that white is more suitable for Qing Jiu. He nods his head with satisfaction and orders his servants to take things down.

Qing Jiu thinks that the matter is over, ready to go back to the room to have a rest, who knows just walked up the stairs was called by song Muyang.

“Qing Jiu, come here, dad and I will have a few words with you.” Song Muyang took a picture of the sofa beside him and motioned Qing Jiu to go.

Qing Jiu took a breath, turned and walked over with a smile, sitting on the sofa.

“Did Haoran take care of you at school?” He asked in a low voice. The smile in his eyes was a little deeper, and the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes appeared.

“Yes, Haoran helped me with my tutoring. He spoke very well.” Qing nine says truthfully, anyway this kind of thing even if she doesn’t say, song Mu Yang wants to know also can check.

Song Mu Yang nodded slightly and carefully observed Qing Jiu’s expression. Seeing her slightly dull smile, he felt a little sad.

“My father heard about that before Haoran, but you’re still young. Who hasn’t made a mistake? You seem to have forgiven him? ” Song Muyang asked tentatively, staring at Qing Jiu’s eyes.

“Well, forgive me.” Qing Jiu nods, and her eyes don’t seem to understand why song Muyang asks.

“Well, go to bed.” Song Muyang had already made a decision in his heart. He raised his hand and touched Qing Jiu’s head. He got up and went back to the room.

Qing Jiu’s eyes become more and more complicated as he looks at the figure of song dusk Yang going upstairs.

On Saturday night, Qing Jiu went to Zhangjia with song Muyang, song muchu and Song Shan.

As soon as they entered the door, they were forced to say hello to many people, leaving Qing Jiu alone.

Qing Jiu had a good time. She took a few turns in front of a pile of delicious food, ate half full, and then went to the small balcony not far away to get some air.

The banquet hall was so noisy and full of hypocrisy that she didn’t like it at all.

On the other hand, this small balcony is really a rare pure land.

Qing Jiu’s hands on the railing, looking up at the night sky, dark, no stars, but occasionally a little light looming, it is a passing plane.

“Hiding here?” A cold, low voice sounded behind her. She wanted to turn around, but she lost her balance in her high heels.

A pair of big hands held her slender waist. After she stood firm, she let go immediately. Then she came to her side and looked up in the direction she had just seen.

“There are no stars.” He whispered.

Qing Jiu turns to look at Song Mu Chu beside him, and sees his delicate jaw line and slightly protruding Adam’s apple, and then her own heartbeat is left in her ear.

The rhythm is messy and deafening.

“I’m full. I’m here to digest. Fourth uncle, why are you here?” Qing nine calmed a mood for a while, pretending to ask easily.

“Me? Your grandfather and your father introduced me to more than a dozen celebrities. One of them offered me a glass of wine. Now I have a headache, so I come out to blow. ” At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he took a long breath and rubbed his forehead.

“Sit down and I’ll rub it for you.” Qing Jiu didn’t even think about it, but blurted it out.

There was a little surprise in Song Mu Chu’s eyes. Then his eyes were occupied by gentleness. He sat obediently on the chair beside him and closed his eyes.

Qing nine bit to bite lip, walk behind him, raise a hand to help him gently rub up.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he could feel the softness and temperature of her fingers, and the faint fragrance of her body. He felt like he was dreaming.

He put his right hand on his knee, the tip of his index finger trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with warmth.

After greeting a group of people in the banquet hall, Zhang Haoran couldn’t find Qing Jiu everywhere. He glanced at the balcony casually and saw a scene that made him gnash his teeth.

On the dimly lit balcony, Qing Jiu is massaging song Mu Chu’s forehead. There are shallow smiles on their faces, and the smiles are so consistent.

Between trance, like a couple who have been together for many years, even he can feel the tacit understanding between them.

Zhang Haoran’s hands were clenched, his joints were white, and he stared at Song Mu Chu fiercely.

At this time, a waiter with a tray passed in front of him.

“Wait a minute. Tell the lady on the balcony that I’ll find her and wait for her at the cake.” Zhang Haoran drew back his sight and told him in a low voice.

The waiter nodded and turned to Chaoyang.

Zhang Haoran took a deep breath, with a faint smile on his face, and walked to the cake.

He wants to pretend to see nothing in front of Qing Jiu.