Meng Qing was forced to grit his teeth and continue to follow Jiang Zhilian down the mountain.

He has always been very careful when he went up the mountain to collect medicine, and rarely injured his foot.

I don't know what's going on today, I fell down after running two steps, and I dragged Jiang Zhilian and him to suffer from the cold on the mountain, which made people a little frustrated.

He tried to stop and rest several times, but was not allowed to.

Jiang Zhilian took Meng Qing back home in the early hours of the morning with an unusually strong force.

Qiao Ruiling saw that the two children's heads and faces were covered with snow, almost becoming a humanoid snowman, their little faces were frozen and blue, their fingers couldn't be straightened, and they were so distressed that they almost cried.

She called Qiao Dong and Mu Jiaojiao together to help.

Burn the stove, boil water, boil tea, hot rice, find clothes......

Several people were in and out of the room, all in a hurry.

After Meng Qing took off his coat, he didn't care about the sprain on his feet, and he didn't care about changing the cold clothes on his body, so he sat directly by the stove in the hall and treated the dying hare first.

Jiang Zhilian ignored him this time and went with him.

If you persuade him, he won't listen, so there's no need to make useless attempts.

Besides, the other person's mother is still there, and she, the neighbor, is not easy to manage.

Jiang Zhilian wiped the snow off her head and face with hot water, and then went to Meng Qing's room to change into dry clothes.

Mu Jiaojiao's white sweater looks quite beautiful, rare and elegant.

The hare was probably saved, and Meng Qing looked very happy.

When Jiang Zhilian packed up and came to the hall, she saw that he was giving emergency treatment to his ankle.

She took a closer look and exclaimed, "Oh my God, how did you twist so badly!" It's swollen like pig's trotters. ”

Being said like this, Meng Qing couldn't look directly at his ankles.

Qiao Ruiling was so distressed that she didn't dare to look at it, and poured rice and tea without touching the ground with her feet.

An hour after returning home, Jiang Zhilian and Meng Qing finally changed into warm clothes, sat by the fire, ate hot meals, drank hot tea, and regained their lives.

As soon as she changed her clothes, Jiang Zhilian found that the temporary wooden bed she slept on before was still in Meng Qing's room, still the same as before, and it hadn't changed at all.

She lay on the bed and asked Meng Qing, "Why hasn't this bed been removed?" Take up more space! ”

Meng Qing's voice was a little muffled, "I don't have time to move." ”

Jiang Zhilian turned sideways, pillowed one arm, and looked at him, "Then I'll move it away before I leave tomorrow?" ”

"I don't need to."

"......" Jiang Zhilian chuckled, "Are you just waiting for me to come back to sleep one day?" ”

"It's not." Meng Qing said: "In the future, it can be used as a hospital bed to deliver cats and dogs." ”

Well, it turned out that she was self-inflicted.

Jiang Zhilian was bored, and put on the quilt and prepared to sleep.

This day is tiring enough.

Carefully calculated, I haven't closed my eyes for twenty-four hours.

It's better to go to bed quickly to catch up on sleep and take care of your beauty.

Unexpectedly, just when she was about to fall asleep, Meng Qing took the initiative to chat.

"Sleeping?"

Jiang Zhilian snorted, "It's almost there." ”

Meng Qing knocked on the edge of the bed, "Don't sleep yet!" ”

"Uncle, what else do you have to say? Can't you talk about it tomorrow? Jiang Zhilian's eyelids are very heavy, and her brain is about to enter the stage of delirium.

"No, I probably won't want to talk about it tomorrow." Meng Qing was very persistent.

"Don't talk about it, it doesn't sound like a very important thing. Let's sleep, let's sleep, if your feet are too sore to sleep, chew two painkillers, it's very effective......" Jiang Zhilian's voice gradually became indistinct.

Meng Qing didn't care if she could hear it or not, Gu Zi said: "That Chef Lin, you don't have to deal with him in the future." ”

"Huh?" Jiang Zhilian didn't react at once who Chef Lin was.

"Lin Qing, look at his strong physique, strong body, strong muscles, not like a chef." Although Meng Qing was also very tired, he didn't know if he was thinking too much, his brain was always active, and his spirit was a little extremely excited.

"Oh, Chef Lin." Jiang Zhilian was so noisy that she couldn't sleep, so she had to reply casually, "The chef in the factory has to do a lot of work every day." It takes a lot of effort to turn the cauldron upside down, and it's normal to train out muscles. The physique is naturally given by your parents, you don't have to be too envious. ”

Meng Qing: "......"

When did he become envious?

Is this girl asleep, her brain is strung together, and she is talking nonsense!

Jiang Zhilian is undoubtedly talkative, as long as there is a little sobriety, she can't stop talking, "Besides, people may like sports, and chefs don't see the world revolving around the stove." There will also be hobbies and other pursuits. What do you care about him? ”

She smirked, "Meng Qing, aren't you jealous of him?" ”

"I'm afraid you'll be remembered by bad guys, so I'm going to tell you to be careful. As a neighbor, kindly remind you. Meng Qing was not in the mood to joke with her, and said seriously: "I saw a knife wound on his body......"

Jiang Zhilian woke up with a complete laugh, "It's strange that the chef doesn't have a knife wound on his body, okay?" There are knives on my hands, arms, and even feet. Don't make too much fuss! ”

Meng Qing was slightly stunned, "You have a knife wound on your arm?" Where is it? ”

Jiang Zhilian suddenly opened her eyes wide, looked at her arm, and suddenly realized that in a daze, she said that she had missed something from her previous life.

It's still going to get confused......

"I used to scratch, the wound was shallow, and it has all grown!" Jiang Zhilian's brain turned quickly, and she quickly rounded up what she said wrongly.

Meng Qing didn't care about this episode, and returned to the question he wanted to say, "It's not the kind of small scratch you said." As I was carrying things into his car, I saw that he had a deep knife wound on his waist. The scar is deep and long, as if it had been cut with a machete. In my judgment, he was a fortune teller when he came back to life. ”

Jiang Zhilian sat up in shock, "Really? ”

Meng Qing: "Whether it's true or not, you have to be careful." ”

"Oh......" Jiang Zhilian muttered: "When you say that, I also think he is a little weird, is it a psychological effect?" ”

Meng Qing asked, "What's the blame?" ”

"Don't you think he's too rich? They are dressed in famous brands, and the cigarettes they smoke cannot be bought in ordinary stores. I have a serious job in a state-owned factory, and I have opened a big hotel with my sister, driving a Santana car, and I am warm, helpful, smart and smart......"

Meng Qing pondered the meaning of her words and concluded, "Do you think he looks too perfect?" ”

Jiang Zhilian: "That's right! That's what it means. ”

Meng Qing: "......"

Isn't he perfect?

Jiang Zhilian saw that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and immediately guessed his thoughts, so she said with a smile: "His perfection is too artificial, a little fake, as if he is deliberately hiding something." It's not like you, it's so perfect by nature. ”

"Let's go to sleep." Meng Qing turned over, leaving her with a back.

Jiang Zhilian: "......"

Did she say the wrong thing?

Nope!

Didn't you praise him? Is this tsundere again?

There was frost on the windows, and it was still snowing outside.

The wind had stopped, and the snowflakes were slowly accumulating to the ground, looking soft.

It's almost dawn again, how can time pass so quickly!

Jiang Zhilian lay down again and soon fell asleep.

Meng Qing listened to her breathing and gradually fell asleep.

**

Wang Fang saw Jiang Damao return home, knelt in front of Mrs. Jiang with a puff, and begged: "Mother, they don't give Da Mao food to eat, Da Mao is about to starve to death...... You're starving to death! You can't die without saving you......"

Mrs. Jiang frowned, "You sold your jewelry." ”

"How much can it be sold for? And it's too late! Wang Fang grabbed the old lady's thigh and said with a gesture: "They tied Da Mao to such a thick pillar, and more than a dozen strong men looked at him, and even peeed on the urine There were four people guarding him." If we don't give money, Da Mao will definitely not survive! ”

At this time, Jiang Yan interjected and suggested: "Let's call the police, doesn't it mean that there is no father's signature and handprint on the IOU." Let's let the police judge it, there is always something reasonable. ”

Wang Fang glared at her daughter, "What kind of police!" As soon as we called the police, the ticket was torn up over there. Would they do such a thing if they were afraid of the police? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Moreover, I read it this time, and the IOU has your father's signature on it, as well as the fingerprints of the press. The handprints of the ten fingers were all pressed on it...... How can this be relied upon? So it's useless to call the police......"