[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Zhitao couldn't sleep in the house, she was still thinking about her elder brother and younger brother, they were both named Jiang Wenhao, but why were there two Jiang Wenhao?

It's so strange, Zhitao's eyelashes are like cute butterflies, they blink and blink, and then slowly stop all movements, because their master fell asleep.

Jiang Wenhao was eating in the living room, Jiang's father was silent, and Jiang's mother was talking beside him: "Oh, you are back, let's prepare for the Patriarch ceremony in a while, don't keep letting an outsider take care of this matter .”

Jiang Wenhao scooped up the soup with a spoon. Hearing this, he heard the words from one ear to the other. He already knew that Mr. Jiang had given the Jiang family to Zhitao, and he would not fight with Zhitao. Speaking of Zhitao, he looked around Put the spoon into the bowl, and gently ordered to the servant: "Go and invite Mr. Xia Zhi."

Originally, he lost a lot of weight because of his brother's funeral, so don't starve his body to death, Jiang Wenhao thought worriedly.

The servant said dully: "Mr. Zhi is still resting, just send the food over in the evening."

"That's it." Jiang Wenhao sighed for a long time, his hand circled around Zhitao's position and retracted, and finally put the soup in front of him.

Mother Jiang seemed to be annoyed by his attitude, and she didn't say anything for a long time. Instead, Father Jiang, who had been silent all this time, put down his chopsticks and said in a deep voice, "Wen Hao."

It has been a long time since I heard Father Jiang's voice. Jiang Wenhao was stunned when he was called, and then he raised his head to look at him. Father Jiang wore glasses and said solemnly: "If you want to succeed the Patriarch, remember to ask for the Patriarch's ring back."

The patriarch's ring was the one given to Jiang Wenhao by Mrs. Jiang back then. After a series of events later, the ring has gone to nowhere, but most likely it is still in Zhitao's hands.

Strange to say, although he came back to succeed the Patriarch, he didn't want the Patriarch position, maybe because he wasn't used to being confined here, Jiang Wenhao nodded absently.

Zhitao’s supper was sent by Jiang Wenhao. The door of Zhitao’s room was unlocked. Jiang Wenhao easily pushed the door open and saw the person lying in the middle of the bed at a glance. He put the food on the table lightly, Then he walked towards the bed.

Zhitao didn't go out in the afternoon, and Jiang Wenhao didn't see him all afternoon. Standing in front of the bed and looking at him, Jiang Wenhao suddenly fell into a trance. The fingernails on the top are round and lovely.

Zhitao slowly woke up under his gaze, opened his eyes and saw the familiar face first, he hesitated and called: "...Wen Hao?"

There was still sleepiness in the voice, like a ball of soft and light cotton, it blocked Jiang Wenhao's words in his throat, and he could only make a muffled sound.

Zhitao propped himself up from the bed, panted with his mouth slightly open, the scent was wafting, Jiang Wenhao touched his nose, feeling the heat in his nasal cavity and his heart, he didn't know for a while whether it was him or him that Zhitao had just called brother.

But as far as Jiang Wenhao felt, he felt that Zhitao should recognize him as his brother.

It was indeed his elder brother that Zhitao was yelling. After he finished yelling, he realized something was wrong, but he was not in the mood to correct it. He just leaned on the bed in a daze. Are you dreaming?"

Although Jiang Wenhao was puzzled why he asked such a question, he still answered seriously: "I usually don't dream."

"I seldom dreamed before," Zhitao said, "but recently I often dream about something about your brother."

He bit the word "brother" very slowly, as if he was savoring something. After he finished speaking, he looked up at Jiang Wenhao, remembering Jiang Wenhao's stunned look in his mind, and then said: "I dreamed that when I married him, .”

Zhitao thought and thought, he thought of the black dress, the screaming child, and the shiny wedding ring, and finally said: "Then I miss him so much."

Zhitao really misses her lover very much, when she said this, a pair of dimples appeared on her face, it was as sweet as sugar, making people couldn't help laughing with him.

But Jiang Wenhao couldn't laugh, he just felt a burst of pain from the bottom of his heart to his fingertips, he couldn't move because of the pain, so he could only stand there like a puppet and listen to Zhitao continue to say: "I often dream of going to the temple the way, but I can't always reach it, and I always fall off halfway."

"It's like jumping off a building," Zhitao traced the face of the person in front of her eyes, and complained to him affectionately: "I always thought I would be thrown to pieces."

Just like that man, Zhitao watched helplessly as he jumped down from the height of the fourteenth floor, the plump watermelon on his head burst open, and blood crawled around in twists and turns. Stick to the ground.

"It's terrible." Zhitao didn't know what she was lamenting, but just said it out of her heart.

Jiang Wenhao touched his head hesitantly, as if he was stroking an unfamiliar kitten, so he was always afraid that he would run away, but Zhitao didn't move, and smiled at Jiang Wenhao.

Childish peach's smile doesn't match her gorgeous little face, if you insist, she looks like a girl who has received all the flowers in the world, with a kind of pure youthfulness.

Jiang Wenhao's heart thumped because of this laugh, as if a villain was beating hard on his ear with a drum, which made him blush, and Zhitao laughed even happier seeing his embarrassing reaction.

After laughing, he said softly: "Sometimes I think you are Wen Hao."

The redness on Jiang Wenhao's face dissipated again, and he felt a chill creeping up from his bone marrow, piercing his back like a needle, and he said dryly, "I'm not."

I'm not your brother, let alone your lover.

Zhitao is still innocent and bright, so beautiful, so moving, but so cruelly said: "So you are useless to me."

He bent his eyes and said as if sighing, "What a pity."

The word ah was soft and soft, like a whisper between lovers. Jiang Wenhao didn't know what he said at that time until the end. He only remembered that he escaped from that room in a particularly embarrassing manner that day, as if he escaped from the mouth of a monster.

Zhitao fell back on the bed, tears rolled down her face, and the last beam of light outside the window dissipated into the air.

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Zhitao and Jiang Wenhao started a non-cold, even awkward daily conversation, and Zhitao would deliberately avoid Jiang Wenhao, perhaps because he found out that he did it on purpose, and Jiang Wenhao basically stopped looking for him later.

Except for the important things, Zhitao stood under the tree with her arms around her chest, raised her eyebrows and repeated what Jiang Wenhao said just now: "Come to find the Patriarch's ring?"

"What?" Zhitao said with a smile, "Are you going to succeed the Jiang Family Patriarch?"

Jiang Wenhao didn't want to say this at first, but on the one hand, Jiang's father and the others were urging him, and on the other hand, he hadn't seen Zhitao for a long time, so he felt a little looking for trouble.

Having said so much, Jiang Wenhao only needs to bite the bullet and continue: "Yes, I heard that the Patriarch's ring is with you, so I wanted to ask you."

Zhitao did know where the ring was, he brushed his arm carelessly, and the scars on it were all healed.

"Still at the temple."

He said, fixed his eyes on Jiang Wenhao and asked, "Are you going?"

Jiang Wenhao didn't want to go, but he nodded dignifiedly on the surface, pretending that he really wanted to get the ring, and in his heart he planned to hand over the matter directly to Father Jiang and the others, after all they seemed to be more enthusiastic than him.

But to his surprise, Zhitao actually suggested that the two of them go together, Jiang Wenhao almost thought he heard it wrong, "Do you want to go with me?"

Zhitao lowered her hands, and asked indifferently: "Isn't it okay?"

Jiang Wenhao immediately shook his head, yes, this is too good.

It takes half an hour to walk from Jiang's house to the temple. Jiang Wenhao almost cried out excitedly when he thought that he could stay beside Zhitao for so long. Not more than half an hour.

"Let's go." Zhitao was more active than him, and stepped out of the house first, Jiang Tong followed behind him like a shadow, Jiang Wenhao was the last, chasing Zhitao in a panic.

They were walking on the familiar street, people around greeted them with smiles, Zhitao also responded with a smile, he seemed to be getting used to life in Luohua Town more and more.

It takes half an hour to walk, so it is impossible to be silent all the time. Jiang Wenhao and Zhitao chatted one after another. When they talked about dreaming, Jiang Wenhao gave the opposite answer to the previous one. He said: "I recently Often dream."

Zhitao stepped on the gravel road and didn't respond much to his words. Jiang Wenhao looked at the temple he was about to walk to, and said with a smile: "I dreamed that I went to school in another place."

Zhitao blinked, and looked at the face of the person beside him. The sun was shining on his face. For a moment, Zhitao felt that his face had turned completely white, and he could only hear his voice: "Then I met you."

They walked in front of the temple, Zhitao stared at the huge temple in front of him, his heart beat fast after hearing his words, and asked in a fluttering tone: "...what?"

Jiang Wenhao smiled, and his voice seemed to come from a distance: "It's strange, isn't it?"

"I dreamed that you were mad at me, and I dreamed that we were expelled from school, and then we started our own company."

Standing behind Zhitao, Jiang Tong stared straight at the back of the person in front of her. The black clothes made her waist look extraordinarily slender, as if she was about to be crushed by the huge red temple.

"Taotao," Jiang Tong asked affectionately, "Aren't you going in?"

Zhitao turned her head in confusion, all the people on the street stopped and looked at him, they had no faces, their faces were blank, Jiang Wenhao stood in the middle of the road, blood gushed from the palm of his hand.

Zhitao watched him raise his hand and spread it out, there was a jade ring inside, and an eye opened in the middle of the jade ring, blinking at Zhitao.

The road to the temple began to collapse from Jiang Wenhao, Zhitao subconsciously turned around and ran towards him, but was hugged by a pair of huge pale hands the moment she turned around.

The hands pulled him abruptly into the temple.

"Huh—" Zhitao woke up, everything in front of him was spinning, and he heard a soft voice saying: "Peach, wake up."

Zhitao blinked, and his blurred vision was on the person next to him. It was Jiang Wenhao, who was looking at Zhitao with a worried face. Zhitao sat up from the ground in shock, and asked in disbelief: "Why do you..."

Jiang Wenhao interrupted him, and said with a straight face: "Taotao, you have been in a coma for almost a week."