It was precisely because of Feng Xueying's urging that Wen Yiran called Wen Yuxiang, the second son of Qingshan City, and asked him to mention He Jingjing's matter before He Boyuan met him.

Unexpectedly, He Boyuan didn't react at all, and Feng Xueying thought that He Boyuan didn't want to pay attention to He Jingjing's "burden".

Before handing over He Jingjing's "hot potato" to He Boyuan, Feng Xueying would rather lower her body and coax He Jingjing to do anything, rather than have any more moths in the Wen family. He Jingjing had an accident that day, which made Feng Xueying still have palpitations when she thought about it at this time.

"Grandma Feng, you are so good, just like my own grandmother. He Jingjing had the heart to coax Feng Xueying, and her small mouth seemed to be as sweet as honey.

"You are Ziqing's friend, and grandma should be good to you. After Feng Xueying finished saying this, the corner of her eyes saw the corners of Wen Yiran's mouth curled up. Feng Xueying's heart was a little annoyed, over the years, as long as she encountered something about Wen Ziqing, her old man was a little stunned, and she was only willing to listen to Feng Xueying say good things about Wen Ziqing, and didn't want her to say that Wen Ziqing was not half of it.

"Grandma Feng, where did Brother Ziqing go early in the morning? Why do you keep going out early and returning late these days?" He Jingjing wanted to inquire about this matter two days ago, but she never found a chance, it was rare that Wen Yiran and his wife were in a good mood today, and everyone sat together and chatted again.

"Go out early and return late?" Ziqing, he's been on duty these days, and he hasn't been home at all!" Wen Yiran felt that He Jingjing's words were a little inexplicable.

Since He Jingjing disappeared from the hospital in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Wen Ziqing returned home once, but then returned to General Zhou. Before Wen Ziqing left, he also told Wen Yiran that he had to be on duty with General Zhou these days and might not have time to go home.

Wen Ziqing was able to get General Zhou's blue eyes, and Wen Yiran was too late to be happy, so naturally he didn't care if Wen Ziqing had a vacation during the Chinese New Year.

He Jingjing was stunned, then her face was a little pale, she looked at Feng Xueying, as if she wanted to hear a different answer from Feng Xueying's mouth.

"Ziqing, he is not at home, and he has a new task a few days ago. Feng Xueying's answer once again shattered He Jingjing's expectations.

He Jingjing felt the sound of "coaxing and coaxing" in her head, and Zhihai, who had just recovered, twitched even more, it hurt, it hurt, how could this be? In an instant, a dense cold sweat broke out on He Jingjing's forehead.

"Jingjing, are you feeling uncomfortable again?" Feng Xueying saw He Jingjing suddenly leaning on her back, with a painful look on her face, and hurriedly asked. This man has just returned from the hospital for a few days, so he really needs to be careful.

"Grandpa Wen, Grandma Feng, it's okay, I'm just a little tired and want to go back to the room to rest. He Jingjing held on to the pain that came from the sea, and after explaining to Wen Yiran and Feng Xueying, he staggered upstairs.

I don't know if it's because of the weakness under my feet or because I didn't pay attention, just after taking the two stairs, He Jingjing stepped on the air and fell down the stairs.

"Be careful!"

"Be careful!"

Wen Yiran and Feng Xueying hurriedly surrounded them, muttering in their hearts: This head has just come back from the hospital, don't have any problems!

"Jingjing, did the fall hurt, can you stand up?" Wu Xiuli remembered that she still had something to ask He Jingjing for a while, so she hurriedly followed Wen Yiran and walked over behind them, helping He Jingjing up.

He Jingjing broke her foot just now, and at this time she was sitting on the stairs, her feet hurting and her heart hurting. Her mood was very chaotic and chaotic, and she couldn't breathe in a mess.

Wu Xiuli squatted down and carefully checked He Jingjing's ankles, and found that there was no major problem, so she was relieved.

He Jingjing's tears fell down in strings, I don't know if it was a foot pain, or a grievance, or both, all of this is only clear to herself.

"Jingjing~!Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up?" Feng Xueying asked cautiously, feeling a little anxious. Although He Jingjing's wrestling was her own accident, He Boyuan was about to arrive in Kyoto City, if He Jingjing put on such a wronged look, I don't know what He Boyuan thinks of their Wen family!

"No, Grandma Feng, it's not very painful, I want to go back to my room and sleep. He Jingjing shook her head.

"Dad, Mom, I'll send Jingjing back to the room first, and I'll let you know if anything happens later. "At the critical moment, Wu Xiuli is still very good at being a person. Although she is very annoyed by He Jingjing in her heart, in front of everyone, Wu Xiuli has always paid attention to her image.

He Jingjing endured the stinging pain in her feet, and with Wu Xiuli's support, she limped back to her room in embarrassment.

After returning to the room, He Jingjing remembered her identity as a monk, although she did not have much aura in her body, but it was enough to treat a small ankle.

He Jingjing didn't avoid Wu Xiuli either, and after sitting down on the stool, she stretched out a palm and sent a trace of aura to her red and swollen ankle.

Wu Xiuli stood aside, watching He Jingjing's red and swollen ankles, which recovered as usual after a few seconds, and couldn't help but widen her eyes.

No wonder Wu Xiuyun talked to her about immortal methods last time, ghosts and gods are unpredictable and so on, cultivating immortals is really magical, such a serious injury healed in less than a minute. By the way, He Jingjing just came from her sister, I don't know how my sister is now, when can I go back to Kyoto City?

Thinking of the question she had held in her heart for a few days, Wu Xiuli said to He Jingjing flatteringly: "Jingjing~! Auntie has something to ask you, is it okay?"

You say. After the pain in her ankle was gone, He Jingjing's mood gradually calmed down. She is a monk, not a weak woman who is helpless, and if she wants to, she will definitely be able to avenge herself.

"Jingjing~!I'll ask you about something, didn't you follow my sister to cultivate immortals before?I want to ask, will the communication paper crane used by your immortals expire?" Wu Xiuli's eyes widened and she looked at He Jingjing's expression without blinking. This matter is very important to Wu Xiuli, and Wu Xiuli is really afraid that He Jingjing will deceive her.

"Paper Crane? Messenger No. "The messenger is not a new thing in the secret realm of Langyuan, He Jingjing has been in the secret realm for two years. Expired?hehe······ I'm afraid that Wu Xiuli wants to send a message to someone but can't pass it on, right?

"Huh······? That ······" Wu Xiuli still asked her doubts: "When I sent a summons to my sister, how could the paper crane burn?" Wu Xiuli remembered the spontaneous combustion of the paper crane that day, and she was distressed to death. That's a precious messenger! Wu Xiuyun explained it several times when she left, so that Wu Xiuli could contact her only when she had something important. It was ruined the first time she used it, and Wu Xiuli was really distressed.