Fast Transmigration: Save Him

Qing Jiu was attracted by a strong aroma and woke up.

She opened her eyes and looked over her head for a while. Then she closed them again and recalled the dream she had just had.

In her dream, she held a sword in her hand and pointed to Fu Chengqing; She felt her hand shaking, but she didn't hesitate to pierce Fu Chengqing's heart.

She watched the blood on Fu Chengqing's face disappear little by little, and there was more and more blood under her

Qing Jiu reaches out and pats his face, feeling that he must be robbing things with Fu Chengqing in the morning, which leads to such cruelty in his dreams.

Hefeng walks in with the soup. Seeing that Qing Jiu wakes up, he brings it directly to the bedside and prepares to feed her.

Qing Jiu sat up and said thanks. He took the bowl from He Feng's hand and drank it silently.

"I'm afraid you are too weak to make the young master suspect, so I went to buy some soup and came back to warm it up." He Feng turned his head to one side, holding his clothes tightly, and his face was indifferent.

He can only care about her on such an excuse, can't he?

"Thank you. These two times are really troublesome. Does Fu Chengqing not doubt you? " Qing Jiu finished a bowl of soup, casually wiped his mouth and asked in a low voice.

He Feng shakes his head, takes away the empty bowl and asks Qing Jiu to have a rest.

"No, I'd better go to the shop to save the time when Fu Chengqing can't find me and has to be suspicious." Qing nine sleep, and drink a bowl of soup, feel a lot of spirit.

She felt that her sense of taste should not be completely lost, but the chance to smell and taste it was getting less and less, and occasionally she could taste it.

"I'll take you." He Feng put the bowl aside and reached out to help Qing Jiu.

"No, just follow me. After all, you have to watch me." Qing Jiu evades the hand of He Feng, gets out of bed and goes out slowly.

He Feng's eyes are slightly red. For a moment, he almost can't restrain his inner impulse and embraces Qing Jiu in his arms.

At lunchtime, Qing Jiu returned to Fu's house on time.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Fu Chengqing put down her chopsticks and told her servant girl to take down the food.

"Fu Chengqing! I haven't eaten yet Qing nine white he one eye, toward the servant girl swing hand, then directly sit on the stool, picked up chopsticks to eat up.

The servant girl standing on one side looks at Fu Chengqing in embarrassment.

Fu Chengqing slightly pursed her thin lips, waved her hand and asked her to go out first.

"You came back late, I finished eating, you can't let me guard these things?" Fu Chengqing gave her a white look, stood up, went to the window and stood there. It was better not to see.

Qing nine also don't bother to pay attention to him, three under five divide two ground to pick up meal, order servant girl to take thing down.

As soon as the servant girl left, Wang and Fu Linshan came in with the doctor.

Because of Fu Chengqing's "good", the original half monthly pulse checking became once a month. This time, the doctor was still the one from the last time.

Qing Jiu is in a bit of a dilemma. Last time, Fu Chengqing was so successful because he was a fool. But this time, Fu Qing is no longer a fool. How can he listen to her?

"Qing Jiu, come here." Fu Chengqing showed a strong resistance to the pulse. He took off his shoes, got into the bed and pulled up the curtain.

Qing nine surprised, quickly followed into the curtain, waiting for the doctor to put the line in.

As soon as the thread is put in, Qing Jiu is directly wrapped around his wrist; She nervously looked at Fu Chengqing. As a result, she was lying with her back to her. She didn't want to ask.

Although Qing Jiu didn't know why, he didn't think it was bad.

After the doctor finished the pulse, he nodded to Wang, and then said, "the young master is getting better, but it's necessary to feel the pulse once a month in the future."

Fu Linshan nodded, smiling, with a tired look.

"Well, master, you have just come back. Go back and have a rest." Wang urged.

Fu Linshan nodded and the three left together.

When the three left, Qing Jiu lifted the curtain and put on his shoes. I'm going out.

"Where are you going again?" Fu Chengqing got up and asked coldly.

"I'll go to the shop and have a good rest." Qing nine cheerful voice let Fu Chengqing a little uncomfortable, this dead girl, leave him, in the heart so happy?

Qing Jiu doesn't know what he's thinking. He just thinks that Fu Chengqing hates her, so he doesn't have to wander around in front of him every day to annoy him.

Fu Chengqing watched Qing Jiu leave happily, and his heart became more agitated. He smashed his right hand on the bed.

At the same time, Fu chengran once again encountered "bad luck" at the wharf.

The weapon he wanted to transport to the South has disappeared!

"Young master, you..." the tension in charge of the warehouse stammered and couldn't say a complete word for a long time.

Fu chengran stood at the door of the warehouse, looking at the empty place filled with weapons. He didn't know where to send his fire.

"What should I say to you! Last time it was a man, this time it was a weapon. What's next? Don't you all have brains? Since that last incident, I have warned you to be more careful. Have you listened to me or not? " Fu chengran was so angry that he picked up the stick beside him and hit Zhang's arm hard.

The tension hums a, also dare not shout to ache, can silently suffer.

"There are so many weapons in it that they disappear quietly? They're not human, and they run away with long legs? " Fu chengran threw the stick aside, and his black eyes were cold. He really wanted to kill these straw bags.

"Brothers, I really don't know. As soon as we open the door, we are all stupid. Now we can't make the delivery, and there are not so many stocks in the shop." Zhang Li is also very annoyed. He thinks that there are 20 people guarding the warehouse outside, and the warehouse itself is an iron wall. Who knows that something so evil has happened.

"Don't tell me those useless things now, find out who it is as soon as possible! What's more, you should think of your own way to deal with this mess! " Fu chengran said harshly and quickly turned to leave.

Fu chengran takes a carriage to the shop where Qing Jiu is. He wants to see her.

As soon as he got to the door of the shop, he saw that Qing Jiu was directing the craftsmen to arrange the porcelain in a certain order, which was not the same as the ladies he usually saw. He was not a rigid woman, but a living person.

He quietly looked at Qing Jiu's air in the carriage, and his mouth could not help rising slightly.

"Don't you get off, young master?" Asked the coachman.

"I'll go down later." He wanted to look at her a little bit more.

Fu chengran's anxious mood was swept away at the moment when he saw Qing Jiu. He was looking forward to the day when he really got Fu's family, so he could get Qing Jiu.

"When I get out of the car, you just park it by the side." Fu chengran said lightly, lifted the curtain, jumped out of the car, sorted out a bit of messy clothes, and walked to Qing Jiu.

"Sister in law." Fu Chengqing really hated these two words, but due to the presence of other people, he had to be respectful.

"Why are you here? Come on in. I'm done here. " Qing Jiu's breathing was a little heavy. A drop of sweat slipped from his cheek to his collar, which made Fu chengran's throat tight.

"OK, I'll wait for you inside." Fu chengran said with a smile and turned to walk in.

After a while, Qing Jiu went into the room and saw Fu chengran standing in front of the window inside, looking outside. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Towards evening, the people in the shop went to deliver the porcelains except those who were watching the kiln in the back. In the front rooms, only Fu chengran and Qing Jiu were left.

Qing Jiu had just been busy for a long time. He was really a little tired and didn't want to take care of Fu chengran. He sat down on the stool, poured a cup of tea, drank a few mouthfuls, and then picked up the fan on the table.

Fu chengran turns around and approaches Qing Jiu. His black eyes are full of emotion and close to the edge of explosion.

Feeling someone behind her, Qing Jiu stands up and turns to see Fu chengran. She is relieved to laugh at whether she is too nervous.

"Qing Jiu, do you know? I've loved you since I first met you. Are you not happy to marry my elder brother? He doesn't know how to be compassionate, he doesn't know how to be sweet, and most of all, he doesn't like you! " Fu chengran holds Qing Jiu's shoulder in both hands with sincere tone and hot eyes.

For a moment, Jiuqing was a little at a loss: Fu chengran didn't know that she was the "chess piece" planted by Wang? Is there something Wang did behind his back that he didn't even know about his own son? I shudder when I think about it.

"Fu chengran, I'm your sister-in-law. Let go of your hand!" Qing Jiu frowned and reached for Fu chengran's hand, but the strength of the two men was too great.

"I don't know what's wrong. I feel like I'm crazy today! Qing Jiu, will you stay with me? I don't mind if you're married, OK? " Fu chengran said, bowing his head to kiss her.

Qing Jiu tilts his head to one side, and his kiss falls on Qing Jiu's ear.

"You're really sweet, really." Fu chengran said in a low voice. He put his big hand on Qing Jiu's waist and kneaded it lightly.

"Let go! If you do that again, I'll shout! " Qing Jiu yelled, hands against Fu chengran's chest, red eyes, teeth biting his lower lip.

"Shout! What the craftsmen behind can't hear, even if they do? Qing Jiu, you have to believe that my feelings for you are true. " Fu chengran pushes Qing Jiu down on the table and pulls her collar open.

"Bang!" A small stone flew in from the back window and hit Fu chengran's hand, then the second and the third, hitting his forehead and chin.

Fu chengran takes a step back from the pain. His fierce eyes sweep to the back window, but he doesn't see a person.

"Pa pa pa." A burst of applause came from outside the door, followed by Qing Jiu's familiar voice.

"My good brother, my woman, how dare you touch it?"