[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

After the kiss, the fragrance on Zhitao's body became more and more floating. It can easily arouse the hidden desires in everyone's heart, but Jiang Wenhao still looked indifferent, as if he didn't smell it. He looked down at Zhitao who was blushing, " go home?"

"Go back," Zhitao looked up at him, "Where do you want to go if you don't go home? A hotel in town?"

A couple didn't go back home, but went to the hotel instead. Naturally, what they did had to be worthy of the money. Jiang Wenhao was shamefully moved, and he asked humbly: "Do you want to go?"

Zhitao's smiling eyes curled up, and she teased him briskly: "It's beautiful to think about, don't go."

Jiang Wenhao showed disappointment on his face, but he also knew that the chances of being able to live in a hotel were pitifully small, so he might as well go home honestly, at least have a place to sleep.

When they got home, Father Jiang and the others had already fallen asleep, and Zhitao and the others sneaked into the house to rest.

They said they were going home for the New Year, but Zhitao and the others basically played outside these few days, especially those days when they were away from relatives. Those who could be evaded would be shirked, and those who couldn’t be shirked would only come. For example, this time, Mrs. Jiang’s [-]th birthday , they can only come.

The Jiang family is a well-known big family in the town. This time, Mr. Jiang’s birthday, the whole town was full of people, and the big stove never stopped. All polished up a lot.

Father Jiang and Mrs. Jiang are father and son, so they naturally sat at Mrs. Jiang's table. Zhitao was following Jiang Wenhao when she was suddenly dragged down by Mrs. Jiang. If it wasn't for the down jacket, Zhitao would have suspected that her arm would pinch green.

Mother Jiang asked with a bright voice: "What are you doing?"

Zhitao frowned and pulled out her hand, standing there looking at her inexplicably, whether it was from anger or heat, Jiang's mother blushed and taught him: "You can't go there, that's where the Jiang family can sit!"

Jiang Wenhao had a good temper, he said slowly: "Then let's go, please find another seat."

Mother Jiang pointed her hand to the distance, raised her eyebrows and said, "Here, you can sit there, but you can't sit here."

Zhitao had no objection, and walked towards that place, Jiang Wenhao followed him dizzily, Jiang's mother got up unhappy after seeing it, and grabbed Jiang Wenhao, "Wenhao, why are you going?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to sit there?" Jiang Wenhao was really puzzled.

Mother Jiang clapped her hands and said anxiously: "Wrong, wrong, you are going to sit there. You are from the Jiang family, so you must sit at your great-grandfather's table."

Jiang Wenhao tried to make it clear to her: "I don't know my great-grandfather very well, so I won't go there. There are so many heirs, it's fine if I'm missing, so you go first."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Wenhao chased Zhitao over. Seeing that Jiang's mother couldn't stop him, she angrily tapped her palm with the back of her hand, and turned to discuss with Jiang's father.

"What's going on?" Zhitao noticed their dispute and asked curiously.

Jiang Wenhao shook his head, "It's not a big deal, but if I'm not happy to call me over to sit at that table, she must be a little angry."

The ordinary table is different from the Jiang family table. The ordinary table is a red cloth table with a few plates of melon seeds and peanuts, while the Jiang family table uses yellow silk with great fanfare, and foreign snacks such as chocolate are placed on the top.

Zhitao also saw Xue Shuyu, sitting on the silk table with the child in her arms, next to a man with a beard, it seems that Xue Shuyu was married to the Jiang family.

Zhitao looked amazed, he leaned into Jiang Wenhao's ear and said, "Oh, I want to ask you something."

Jiang Wenhao kowtowed the melon seeds, smelling the fragrance from his little boyfriend, he was very happy, he spat out the melon seeds shell and said: "You ask."

"What on earth does your family do? Why are you so rich?" Zhitao was really curious. She was surprised when she saw the TV at his house before, but now she is even more surprised when she sees the banquet.

Jiang Wenhao really couldn't explain why, he threw the melon seed shells on the plate, and grabbed a handful of melon seeds again, "I heard from my father before that it seems to be engaged in sacrifices."

"Sacrifice?" Zhitao got closer and closer.

Jiang Wenhao nodded, "The country does not allow it now. In the past, every new year, there would be a whole sacrificial activity. Once the pigs, cattle and sheep were released into the temple, they would disappear the next day. This is the so-called God of Cookery."

"Feeding gods?"

Hearing what Zhitao said, Jiang Wenhao seriously corrected him: "Shitongshi means feeding."

"That's the same," Zhitao felt the same meaning, "But what you said is weird, those things really disappeared the next day?"

"How should I say it?" Jiang Wenhao looked embarrassed, "You also know that I went to other places to study in high school and never came back. Only adults can participate in the God of Cookery event, so I just listened to people's rumors."

Then Zhitao didn't dare to look back with interest, Jiang Wenhao felt itchy to see him indifferent, so he turned to harass Zhitao, "And it is said that the regular God of Cookery needs to employ people."

"Employee?" Zhitao didn't react at first, and looked at Jiang Wenhao in confusion.

Jiang Wenhao could not wait to stick to his ear, and the distance was quite close, and his voice penetrated into Zhitao's brain along the ear canal, "Yes, tie up the person and throw it into the temple, and the person will be eaten by the gods. In the next day there will only be a pile of rope left on the ground."

Childish Tao felt uncomfortable after hearing this story, glared at Jiang Wenhao, and said with fear and anger, "Don't scare me."

Just as Jiang Wenhao was about to laugh at him, someone patted him on the shoulder. He turned his head, and behind him stood a strange child, about 12 years old, with blind eyes, pale skin, and wearing a red vest.

The child bowed respectfully: "Master Jiang, I'm Jiang Tong, Grandpa calls you over."

After hearing his words, Jiang Wenhao looked towards Mrs. Jiang's table, and was the first to see Jiang's father's disapproving eyes. He said awkwardly, "Can I not go over?"

Jiang Tong became more and more respectful, "Back to Young Master Jiang, it is not appropriate to disobey Grandpa's orders."

Jiang Wenhao was more respectful than him, and said fearfully, "I'm really sorry."

Just saying this, Zhitao showed his eyes watching the show, and when he was watching the show as a fun person, Jiang Tong's eyes swept over.

"This is Mr. Zhi, right?" Jiang Tong bent down towards him.

Zhitao was a little flattered, what's going on, it turns out that he still has a name in this town, his voice is quite gentle: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"If the young master is worried that Mr. Zhi will not be able to pass, I can tell Grandpa to let Mr. Zhi go too, and ask the young master to move."

Having said so much, Jiang Wenhao showed a helpless expression, and shrugged towards Zhitao, "Then let's go?"

Zhitao came here for dinner, and seeing the Jiang family's noodles, she knew that the food was not bad, so she happily followed Jiang Wenhao there, while Jiang Tong led the way.

Compared with the bustling atmosphere around, Mr. Jiang's table was extremely indifferent. No one spoke, and they seldom moved their chopsticks. Only Zhitao and Jiang Wenhao were serious about eating.

In this way, they became aliens, not to mention Jiang's mother, even Jiang's father glared at them several times, Zhitao was not affected at all, and could still smile provocatively at Jiang's mother, watching her stare Dinner.

Zhitao was so cute and happy when he suddenly felt a strong gaze. It was Jiang Tong staring at him. , Inexplicably a little scared.

Jiang Taiye, who was sitting at the top, suddenly coughed. Jiang Tong looked back at Jiang Taiye, and people around asked him nervously. Jiang Taiye waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Wenhao."

Jiang Wenhao's hand to peel the shrimp stopped, and looked up at Mr. Jiang like a student caught by his teacher doing tricks. Mr. Jiang had a chilling aura, and even Daxi's red shirt could wear a blood-colored shirt.

"Grandpa, tell me." Jiang Wenhao was cautious.

"Are you going to marry him?" Grandpa Jiang stared at Jiang Wenhao's face with wide eyes.

This old man is quite... Zhitao followed Jiang Wenhao and raised his eyes to look at Mrs. Jiang, and finished the next sentence, he really cared about his grandson.

Although Jiang Wenhao didn't know why his great-grandfather suddenly cared about this matter, he put down the shrimp and wiped his hands, and promised earnestly, "Yes, I want to marry Zhitao as my wife."

Zhitao was moved, but it didn't prevent him from blushing badly in front of a table of people.

Mr. Jiang coughed a few times, as if suddenly relieved, he asked with a sigh: "Whatever happens?"

Jiang Wenhao firmly repeated the old man's words: "No matter what happens."

Jiang's father's eyes were about to burst open, even Jiang's mother turned her head away, but surprisingly, Grandpa Jiang actually laughed and said kindly: "Okay, then just do it."

Jiang Wenhao looked at Zhitao in disbelief, what's going on?Could it be that they are dreaming?

"but--"

Jiang Wenhao felt that this was the right thing, and he made a gesture of all ears, Mr. Jiang said in a word: "I want you to come back here after you get married, can you do it?"

It's not difficult, Jiang Wenhao nodded in response.

Seeing this posture, Zhitao next to him also nodded obediently, showing a submissive look.

When the year is over, they are also preparing to leave.

"Have you packed your luggage?" Zhitao asked lying on the bed, he has few things, a small suitcase can handle it.

Jiang Wenhao scratched his hair and said hesitantly, "It should be over, right?"

Zhitao stared at him hesitantly, but finally buried her head in the pillow, "Forget it, I'll take a look for you later, you put the suitcase first."

The last time they went on a trip abroad, Jiang Wenhao said the same thing, but he turned around and left his phone in the hotel. Zhitao was angry when he thought about it, how could he forget such an expensive thing.

Zhitao became angry when he thought about it, and after he finished checking, the two of them officially prepared to leave.

Ever since Grandpa Jiang spoke, Jiang's father and the others can basically regard Zhitao as a normal person, but Zhitao is a little bit sorry for the lack of fun in life.

It was Jiang Wenhao who came with big bags and small bags when he came back, and Zhitao stood by and watched him busy, "Can I help you?"

"You still don't know my strength?" Jiang Wenhao said calmly. He was born with great strength, so it was no problem to carry these things.

Zhitao thought so too, since he is a man over 1.7 meters five, Jiang Wenhao can easily hold him, let alone a suitcase.

Coincidentally, when I was leaving, I met Sang Luo. He was walking on the street with a birdcage, and walked up to Zhitao hesitantly: "Are you leaving?"

Zhitao hummed, Jiang Wenhao saw something wrong, forced himself between the two of them and said hello artificially: "Ham, isn't this Mr. Sang, I am Jiang Wenhao."

Zhitao couldn't bear to look directly, she looked away, and looked to the side, and unexpectedly saw an acquaintance again, Wei Gaowen stood in the alley and stared at him, muttering to herself.

Zhitao squinted her eyes, unconsciously followed his mouth and said, "You, soon, died?"

Seeing him talking, Wei Gaowen changed her mouth again: "Go, die..."

The corners of his mouth were pressed down, his cold teeth were exposed, and the word was both juvenile and ginger.