Orange Moon said and reached out to explore the copper furnace in Jiang Linglong's arms, and when she saw that it was cold, she got up and put on a new warm one, wrapped it and sent it to her blanket, before she sat down and continued, "After checking, I found out that Ling Yue was with your brother and that Young Master Jiang had already secretly communicated with each other." Young Master Jiang's life is rotten and good, and she is almost a good woman, but Ling Yue really likes this person. Young Master Jiang deliberately took her as a dowry maid, just to send this hot potato out of Jiang's mansion, so that he could continue to have fun. Come to think of it, Ling Yue also knows that Young Master Jiang is a person, so she keeps an eye on weekdays. Leaving the Jiang Mansion means that when she is away, Young Master Jiang will be friendly with many women, and she is naturally unwilling to enter the village. It just so happens that you are not weak and need to take Qi tonifying soup often? She was heartbroken, thinking that if you weren't there, she would be able to go back to Jiang's Mansion naturally, and then stay with her Young Master Jiang. ”

"In this way, of course I won't go to Jiang Mansion to ask for a maid again. Mr. Mi came to me and told me everything so that I could know what to say and what not to say on a daily basis. He said that you don't know what happened, and you must be reluctant to give up Lingyue, and you will often think about it. And I also have the word month in my name, I hope it will make you feel kind. ”

Jiang Linglong said in her heart, how could she think of this. It is clearly the meaning of Kuang Yu.

She wasn't surprised when she heard it, after all, she wouldn't be surprised if those people in the Jiang family did anything. It's just that when she heard that Ling Yue really liked Jiang Cuilang, she still raised her eyebrows slightly.

The girl was small and thin-waisted, and her appearance was quite vague in Jiang Linglong's memory.

Forget it, turnip greens have their own love.

Orange Moon saw that after she finished speaking, the master on the side fell into deep thought as usual, and her heart began to worry again.

It should be okay to say that now, right? After all, the Jiang Mansion is so filthy, so the master will not be sad for them.

Although she thought so, she still cautiously cast a tentative look at Jiang Linglong.

"I'm fine." Jiang Linglong knew that Orange Moon must be nagging and worrying in her heart again, so she simply spoke, "I was just thinking that Ling Yue was married to me at that time, until she made up her mind to attack me—maybe from beginning to end, she never felt that she was wrong." ”

For her, for her lover. What's wrong?

That's why I don't have a weak heart.

I didn't see the clue to her.

“…… Alas. ”

Sighing again.

Orange Moon found that her master had been sighing a lot for the past two days. Since Concubine Xi said about Princess Qin, she has always been like this. Like the mage in the temple, he sees through the world, but he can't stay out of it.

After all, he is not a monk.

"It's too loud." Jiang Linglong reminded coldly.

"What?"

"Your belly."

Orange Moon choked and obediently went to clean up the food table.

Her hand curled up in the blanket gently stroked the fox fur that was padded underneath her body.

Alas.

I miss Kuang Yu so much.

Jiang Linglong was full of porridge, and planned to close her eyes and take a nap.

So, I slept a dreamy nap.

In her dreams, she raced down the turquoise corridors, filled with dense footsteps, cries for help, and whimpering. The alarm bells in the ward behind him rang one after another, and there were many people in front of him, and there was ...... under his feet Two rows of corpses are crowded with people.

The extension phone at the nurses' station rang urgently.

But no one answered the call.

Or rather, the nurses' station was completely empty.

So after the third ring, the phone turned into an automatic voice message - it turned out to be a public broadcast of the whole hospital.

More than a dozen suspected cases were sent. There are some who have not yet received results after testing, but they can't get up anymore.

That's to the effect.

But it seemed that she was the only one who heard it.

All people, doctors, nurses, patients, family members, are only concerned with what is in front of them.

Yes, there are so many people that they can't turn around.

Even nurses and handymen were pulled to push the beds.

She only felt that her vision was gradually blurring.

I don't know if it's because they're tired, or if everyone's feet don't touch the ground, and they move faster and faster.

"Ding—"

She turned her head and saw that the three elevators in front of her were opening at the same time, and there were people pouring out of them.

Steady stream.

Endless.

As soon as they came out, they came to her, surrounded her, and kept asking her which ward to go to, which doctor to go to, how long it would be her turn, and so on.

She only felt her ear drums flutter, her head buzzing, and gradually, the chaotic human voices seemed to roll into a whirlpool of noise, exploding as if they were exploding, getting louder and louder, as if to pull her into it.

She felt like throwing up.

She tried her best to reply to everyone who was anxious, but the words she said could not reach people's ears.

She kept talking, but no one heard.

She was surrounded by countless human figures more and more tightly, almost crowded into the crowd, her hands instinctively placed on her chest to protect, and her feet were as big as tofu, and she couldn't move half a step.

The faces of those who surrounded her suddenly changed.

Face or face. The outline is a little rough.

One by one, their faces began to distort, their flesh was rampant, and their eyes were about to be split.

There is a savage bestiality in the facial features.

The face that was facing her flushed, and when he spat on her face, he saw countless pairs of hands of all kinds, reaching out to her in unison—to pull her mask.

- Don't -

She pleaded desperately in her heart, and subconsciously clenched her fists, but she held a knobby hand-

Jiang Linglong woke up from her dream and opened her eyes in a daze.

Kuang Yu was sitting next to her, flipping through the Luohe research records she had placed on the case with one hand, and holding her firmly with the other hand hanging by her side.

Sensing the movement, he closed the book, turned his head, and looked at her with a smile, "Wake up." The hand that had just closed the book reached to the side, and Orange Moon put the wrung out hot towel into his palm.

Kuang Yu took the towel and came back to wipe the sweat on Jiang Linglong's forehead.

"Dreaming?"

His eyes fell on Jiang Linglong, like melting snow and the winter sun.

"Seems to be." Jiang Linglong grabbed Kuang Yu's arm and got up, her eyes were still confused when she first woke up, "I don't remember." ”

Kuang Yu returned the used hot towel, raised his hand to change the hot tea, lowered his head and took a sip, and then handed it to her.

Jiang Linglong took two sips of hot tea, completely soothed and woke up, and saw that Kuang Yu was always holding himself with one hand, so he smiled at him and cut the water in his eyes, "I was still thinking about you before I went to bed, and I saw you as soon as I woke up, it's good." ”

Like a warm and docile fawn.

Kuang Yu's heart missed a beat, patted her hand, and then said, "Yes, it's here to give the city lord an eye." ”

No shame.

By the way, he raised his hand again and handed it back to Orange Moon.

"Huh." Jiang Linglong saw that he didn't say a word, and between this gesture and his arm, Orange Moon actually scored exactly the same, became suspicious, and said bluntly, "Orange Moon shouldn't have been your personal maid before, right?" ”

Kuang Yu didn't answer, but said "heh" very shallowly.

Jiang Linglong was dumbfounded.