[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Officer Hu left.

Zhitao pressed her temples, and Jiang Tong who was standing next to him noticed his discomfort, "Do you want to take a rest first?"

Hearing Jiang Tong's words, Zhitao hummed, then stood up from the chair and walked towards the house. When she went out, she met Jiang's father and Jiang's mother. They seemed to be planning to live in the Jiang family's main house, the house where they lived for a long time Everything is ready.

His eyes first stayed on Jiang's father's eyes. Jiang's father was wearing glasses, and from the perspective of Zhitao, there was nothing serious about it. After observing, he withdrew his eyes and passed Jiang's father and the others.

He could still hear Jiang's mother's voice when he was far away, and she kept talking non-stop: "... I don't know if Mrs. Jiang is in better health. I haven't got out of bed for a few days. Why don't you find a doctor to see him?" Bar."

Hearing Jiang's mother's voice, Zhitao realized that he hadn't seen Mrs. Jiang for a long time. Sometimes he could learn from Jiang Tong that Mrs. Jiang was unwell, but as for why he was unwell, Zhitao hadn't tried to find out.

He thought of those bugs, and felt that it was normal for Mrs. Jiang to be unwell. No normal person could endure thousands of bugs drilling in his eyes. He would be half crazy if he didn't die.

Zhitao paused at the thought of this, turned his head and looked to the side, a few people were standing lazily chatting, he didn't see the person who was injured when the statue was smashed.

After a brief thought, he walked towards those people, and someone noticed him approaching with sharp eyes, and called out respectfully, "Mr. Zhi."

Zhitao is not used to their respectful attitude, as if he is the master of the Jiang family, but he doesn't want to have anything to do with the Jiang family.

"You don't have to be so respectful to me," Zhitao said first, and then asked: "Do you know the person who injured his eye before?"

This matter was also aroused in Jiang's house, so just as Zhitao finished speaking, the person who greeted him first said, "He's back, he's fine."

Zhitao was taken aback when he heard the words, "Are his eyes okay?"

"Please see Dr. Sang, he said he's fine." The man shrank his hands and said flatteringly.

Maybe it was because the statue was destroyed, and the worm disappeared, Zhitao thought, now that Father Jiang and that person he knows are all fine, only Mr. Jiang doesn't know.

But Zhitao didn't want to confirm it himself, he turned and left after hearing the answer.

The scent faded with the person, and the person poked his head to look, until he saw Zhitao entering the room, he reluctantly looked away, and the people around laughed at him when he saw his appearance: "Why? You want to be crazy with the young master?"

Being crazy naturally means falling in love with a man.

The man smiled mischievously, "I'm just looking, I've never seen this kind of person before."

Born so good-looking, it's so strange that he is married to a man, that man muttered in his heart, and couldn't help thinking: He actually likes men.

The fragrance wafted lightly, and even his thoughts also spread out. An idea popped up in his mind, he thought it was good to like men.

After all, Zhitao looks so good-looking.

Zhitao closed the door behind her back. The room was tidied up before, and it was fairly clean, but it was relatively empty inside, except for the most basic furniture, there was nothing else.

The bed had already been made, and the snow-white pillow seemed to beckon his heavy head, so Zhitao dragged his body and fell towards the bed. He hasn't been sleeping very well recently, and sometimes he would dream of the phone call with Jiang Wenhao.

In the dream, Jiang Wenhao asked gently on the other end of the phone: "Are you coming?"

Zhitao said, "I have to go."

After he finished speaking, he would go out with his mobile phone and walk towards the temple. The road to the temple became longer and darker, and his feet seemed to be stuck in cement, making it difficult for him to move.

The more he wanted to move, the deeper he sank, until the dirt had covered his shoulders. Zhitao held up the white mobile phone high, and Jiang Wenhao's voice came from inside: "Are you still here?"

Zhitao's chest was aching from being squeezed by the dirty black mud, but she still managed to open her mouth to respond: "I'm coming."

This time Jiang Wenhao was silent for a long time, and finally said with a sigh: "Don't come, it's too dangerous."

But Zhitao didn't want to listen to Jiang Wenhao's persuasion, a fire was burning in his heart, the pain made his tears fall down, until his body was completely swallowed by the mud, and then he woke up from the dream instantly under the strong sense of weightlessness.

At this time, he would cry in the dark, tears soaked the pillow, the more he thought about it, the more pain he felt, and the more he thought about it, the more he regretted it, so he couldn't fall asleep.

Zhitao pulled away from his thoughts, he looked at the ceiling and blinked, then slowly closed his eyes, the quiet sunlight came in, there were sparkling tiny particles floating in the air, and occasional voices and birdsong could be heard outside the door.

He fell asleep unconsciously.

Squeak.

It was the sound of the wardrobe opening.

-

"Mr. Zhi," Jiang Tong's voice came from outside the door, "Are you there?"

Zhitao opened her eyes, then sat up with her head covered, her head ached even more after waking up, and it was extremely dark outside the window, at first glance she thought it was late at night.

He got out of bed and walked to the door, opened the door casually, the cool wind mixed with the sound of insects poured in, Zhitao took a deep breath, and then looked at Jiang Tong standing outside the door.

Jiang Tong was about to call his name, but swallowed the words again, raised her hands and looked at him blankly, as if surprised by his slovenly appearance.

After Zhitao thought of this, he first smoothed out his messy hair with his hands, and then pulled his short sleeves back to block the collarbone in front of his chest, before he asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Tong stared at the shadow of Zhitao's lowered eyelashes, sniffed the fragrance in the air, suddenly felt extremely embarrassed, and said awkwardly: "It's time to eat."

Zhitao's gaze is like a thread that circles around, it circles around the scene of the person in front of him stretching out into the distance, and then circles back, wrapping around Jiang Tong's head several times, he hummed, "Just eat it, don't worry about me .”

After finishing speaking, Zhitao pulled the door back and was about to close the door and continue to sleep. Jiang Tong became anxious when he saw him closing the door, and his voice also increased when he was anxious: "Grandfather Jiang wants to see you after dinner. He said he has something to do." tell you."

Zhitao stopped what she was doing, and asked in confusion, "Master Jiang wants to see me?"

He thought Mr. Jiang didn't want to see anyone. After all, he didn't go out for so many days, not even to Jiang Wenhao's funeral. He didn't think too long, "Then let's go."

Jiang Tong heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and then stepped forward to close the door after watching Zhitao leave. Just as he was about to close it, he suddenly noticed that the wardrobe door was not closed properly.

"Huh?" Jiang Tong made a sound in doubt, he remembered that Zhitao didn't have the habit of putting things in the closet, maybe he accidentally opened it.

As he thought this way, he walked towards the slightly open wardrobe.

-

"Cough cough."

"Although I'm sorry for Wen Hao, I can't be sorry for you." Mr. Jiang said with difficulty.

Zhitao stood in front of the bed and observed him. Mr. Jiang was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, so he couldn't see what was going on inside his eyes, but Mr. Jiang looked healthy, but he lost weight again, and he could see his arms. hanging meat.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhitao heard other meanings from this sentence, so she couldn't help asking.

Grandpa Jiang coughed as if he wanted to cough up his soul, and after he calmed down, he said, "I told Jiang Tong a long time ago, I hope you can take over the Jiang family."

During these days, Zhitao has a general impression of the Jiang family, which can be summed up in four words: having money and power, maybe it is a happy event to put it on others, but Zhitao is not interested in this, so he is very happy. Clearly refuse: "No."

Mr. Jiang did not speak, he expressed his attitude without making a sound. In his heart, this matter was decided like this. The Jiang family must be immature.

Zhitao could probably guess what Mr. Jiang was thinking, and after standing there for a while, he asked, "Are you going to die?"

Grandpa Jiang's tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, like dry bark sliding across a stream. Zhitao watched him cry in amazement. After a long time, the old man said: "I am sorry for that child..."

"It's me."

For a moment, Zhitao didn't know whether he was talking about Jiang Wenhao or someone else.

-

At night, there was a lot of noise outside the door, Zhitao pushed open the window and looked, the lights in Mr. Jiang's room were on, many people were coming in and out, and he saw Sang Luo.

Sang Luo came to see a doctor again?Zhitao propped up her hands to watch them busy, her eyes were like black jade covered with snow, very cold and bright.

Although he didn't say it, he had a grudge against Mr. Jiang. He resented Mr. Jiang for killing Jiang Wenhao with his own hands. ".

Zhitao watched the excitement for a while, then went back to bed to sleep, there were constant voices outside the door, and a woman's cry could be heard, the woman's cry was always very clear in this kind of scene.

dong dong.

Who else is looking for him at this time?

Zhitao opened the door and saw Jiang Tong standing outside, Jiang Tong asked in a low tone: "Mr. Zhi, are you going to sleep?"

Zhitao didn't expect Jiang Tong to come looking for him. He thought that Jiang Tong would be by Jiang Taiye's side at this time, so he couldn't help asking: "Why are you here?"

"Mr. Zhi..." Jiang Tong whispered.

Zhitao heard that his tone was wrong, and was about to speak when she saw him throwing herself into her arms, the child's hands were tightly wrapped around Zhitao's waist, causing Zhitao to stop in mid-air.

"I'm so sad." Jiang Tong yelled with tears.

His voice reminded Zhitao of himself, a part of his heart collapsed, and then he squatted down and hugged Jiang Tong, probably because of the cold wind blowing outside, Jiang Tong's skin was very cold, Zhitao patted Jiang Tong's face very gently back.

Although he didn't say anything, Jiang Tong's crying gradually subsided, and he just hugged Zhitao tightly. After an unknown amount of time, Zhitao heard the child's voice: "I like you so much."

"You like me too, okay?"

-

Recently, Zhitao has been so busy that his feet don't touch the ground. Although he rejected Mr. Jiang's arrangement, the strange thing is that the Jiang family recognized Zhitao's identity and asked him about everything.

Fortunately, there is Jiang Tong's help, otherwise Zhitao really doesn't know what to do. Mr. Jiang is well-known in the town, and a large number of people come to express their condolences every day. Zhitao is not interested in these things until it is time to build the coffin. Appear.

So this was the first time he had seen Mr. Jiang's body. His eyes were closed, Mr. Jiang was as thin as if his whole body had been sucked dry, his mouth was slightly open, and there were white worms crawling inside.

Zhitao stared, a thought flashed in her mind, since the god is dead, why is this bug still there?

Or, did the gods not die?

He watched thoughtfully as the people were busy, making room for others to carry the coffin away, and the coffin and the people became farther and farther away until they disappeared completely.

From then on, Zhitao became the head of the Jiang family.

From that day on, when the townspeople saw Zhitao, they would respectfully address him as Mr. Zhitao.

Although they all knew that Zhitao was just the wife of the deceased head of the family.