Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 517 Classmate Feng Che
"He Xiaoman." The person who came was at least 1.8 meters tall. Thanks to the spirit eye of Pi Mie, He Xiaoman could still see his appearance clearly in the gloomy winter night.

He Xiaoman didn't reach out to shake the hand he extended: "Who are you?"

He frowned, with a sad look: "It's not fair, I recognized you at a glance."

Such ambiguous and entangled words made He Xiaoman, who was already in a bad mood, even more impatient.

"I'm Feng Che, you forgot, you all bullied me when I was young and called me a big windmill." He Xiaoman looked suspicious, why did she never have this person in her memory?
The man seemed to have suddenly remembered something, smiled and shook his head: "Look at me, I forgot the most important thing in a hurry, your aunt is in my car."

When He Xiaoman heard what he said, he immediately looked at him with a cold and wary face.

This person's force value is definitely more outstanding than his height, and his mother who was not rescued by Gale will be in his car, so which side does he belong to?What's the purpose of showing up in the middle of the night?
He Xiaoman's soul-destroying eyes flickered, and the man calmly caught the silver light that flickered in He Xiaoman's eyes, which was...

Sure enough, Zhang Caihua was in the Bentley, motionless, and didn't know what was going on.

The man just stood in front of He Xiaoman with a smile.

"What do you want?" He Xiaoman asked warily, and at the same time told Gaifeng that even if they tried their best to expose their identities, Zhang Caihua must be snatched away!

Feng Che raised his hand and said innocently: "I didn't think about it. Auntie fell asleep. I saw that she seemed very tired so I didn't disturb her, so I parked the car in front of your house and wanted to wait for her to wake up." Come and knock on the door again."

The conversation between the two finally alarmed Zhang Caihua in the car.

Feng Che opened the car door with a gentle and respectful voice: "Auntie, are you awake? Xiaoman just came back, don't rush to get up, move your hands and feet first..."

Zhang Caihua didn't listen to him at all, opened the car door and rushed towards He Xiaoman.

Haifeng and He Xiaoman were always on alert, but Feng Che really didn't move at all, just like an enthusiastic passerby sending the old lady home.

This is not a stand-in puppet, this is the living Zhang Caihua!
According to Po Mie Ling's eyes, Zhang Caihua was not very energetic, but there was nothing unusual about it. All the previous conspiracy theories of He Xiaoman were instantly shattered.

Sure enough, it was my mother, an unharmed mother!

He Xiaoman's throat was a little choked, as if something was stuck there, and his eye sockets were sour and hot.

Zhang Caihua sobbed without any scruples.

For an ordinary person, suddenly being kidnapped and sent to an abandoned factory building, facing a group of vicious people, every second of these four days is suffering except for the time when he was extremely tired and fell asleep.

She was worried about her unconscious old mother, and worried that Xiaoman, who was on a business trip, would collapse when she came back to face such a chaotic situation. She also complained to herself from time to time that she had never been a qualified mother, and had been dragging Xiaoman down.

Zhang Caihua once thought that she might have gone crazy before the kidnappers tore up the ticket.

As if suddenly remembering something, Zhang Caihua pulled He Xiaoman away and said to the man in a suit who was still standing upright in the cold wind: "Xiao Che, thank you, Aunt Zhang, I didn't expect you to still miss Xiaoman for so many years." good..."

Zhang Caihua's words made He Xiaoman confused.

"He Xiaoman is still the same as before, and he never remembers helping others." Feng Che slightly lowered his head to look at He Xiaoman, and the light from the upstairs opposite was projected into his eyes, like starlight twinkling.

"Send Auntie back first. It's cold at night. Don't catch a cold. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

After rejecting Zhang Caihua's invitation, Feng Che opened the door of the Bentley and raised his voice, "He Xiaoman, remember to apply through my V letter!"

It can be said that from Feng Che's appearance until now, He Xiaoman has been getting slapped in the face all the time.

Before, I was still thinking about how to refuse Feng Che to enter the old house. At this sensitive time, she had already turned on the defense mode of the old house and the tree house. Zhang Guoyin brought a ghost into the old house before, so now He Xiaoman is a little bit like an underdog. .

Unexpectedly, they were so straightforward, they declined directly on the grounds that "Auntie Zhang just came back and needs to rest well, it's too late today, let's talk about it in detail later".

Watching the Bentley car turn sharply and neatly, turn around, and then honked the horn twice and left straight away.

He Xiaoman racked his brains and still couldn't remember who Feng Che was.

As for how Feng Che saved Zhang Caihua, what she said was outrageously simple.

Someone just told her that He Xiaoman had come to rescue her, so they wanted to take her to a safer place.

Then Zhang Caihua, who was blindfolded, was pushed from one room to another, going up and down for a while, and when Zhang Caihua was carefully torn off the strips covering her eyes and mouth, she was already sitting Faced with Feng Che's handsome face on the white Bentley.

"He said he was your classmate in elementary school. When he was young, his family was very poor. He saw that the lunch box he brought was either black sorghum rice or hard stick noodles. The vegetables he brought were always salty mustard lumps that were darker than sorghum rice. You classmates laughed He even deliberately knocked over his lunch box to embarrass him."

"He said that every time his lunch box was deliberately overturned and the food in it was spilled, you would give him your own food."

When Zhang Caihua said this, it seemed that He Xiaoman had these images in his mind vaguely.

A black and thin little boy squatted on the ground and grabbed the food on the ground with his black and skinny hands like chicken feet.

When He Xiaoman was young, the rural schools did not have heating. In winter, a coal-fired heating stove was placed in the middle of the classroom. During the fourth class every day, everyone would put the aluminum lunch box they brought at home around the stove to heat it. You can have a steaming meal.

He Xiaoman still remembers that at that time, the teacher had to help move the lunch box during class to prevent the lunch box next to the stove from being burnt.

As the children of the butcher's family, the lunch boxes brought by the Zhang family's children are basically the most high-end in the school.

Although everyone was very poor at that time, the children of the Zhang family could always eat pork, and at the worst times, it was pork skin fried with soybeans, pork liver fried with shallots, etc.

"Xiao Che is a nostalgic person. He said that he still remembers the smell of the braised pork you brought him. I said that I made it. He said that he must eat it again at home in a few days."

The more He Xiaoman recalled, the more she felt that this was true. She did have those childhood images in her mind, but the more she listened to Zhang Caihua's words, the more He Xiaoman felt that something was wrong.

There is no time to elaborate on these things now, what they need to do now is to quickly release the grandma's soul and body.

(End of this chapter)