I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

The tears in Jiang Lao's eyes couldn't stop at all, and one was drawn along his cheek as if the thread was broken, and it fell into the palm of Rong Ming's hand.

Joy broke open the sleepy slouch in her eyes, crystal clear.

Rong Ming's hand shrank back.

Can't help but take a step backwards.

He remembered everything she said to him.

When in Yecheng, she said that if her leg hurts, she must be the first to tell her.

Panic, at a loss, feelings that I have never tasted before.

Seeing her crying today, I understand what it's like.

"Don't cry," he said hoarsely.

Jiang Lao covered his eyes.

The orbital replacement is wet.

"Uuuuu is not easy."

"It's not easy for me."

"Uuuuu you are not easy."

Her palms were getting wetter and wet.

She knew that she would be sad to see him standing up, but she didn't expect to be so sad.

I have seen his leg completely crippled and incurable.

At Fenghua Zhengmao's age, he was supposed to be Yushu Linfeng, who was outstanding in the crowd, but he could only curl up in a wheelchair and live without a person or a ghost.

Because of not walking for a long time, the muscles are weak and atrophy, the skin is wrinkled, and the muscles and collaterals are terrible.

His temper became extremely bad day by day, and he couldn't control his anger because of his physical disability.

And because of the bad temper day by day, the degree of incompleteness has also deteriorated day by day.

More and more people are neither ghosts nor ghosts.

...

Jiang Lao is spoiled and grown up, and has never suffered. In the past six months, he seemed to have tasted all the suffering.

When I went to ask for medicine, I went through the bumpy snowy road and was made difficult by the genius.

But when he thought of Rong Ming's appearance in a wheelchair, he silently put the pick on him again.

After finally getting the medicine and prescription, I worry about when he will get better.

Every time she saw him in a wheelchair, although she didn't say anything, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

I am afraid that his bones are too weak to return to normal as the genius doctor said.

Finally, finally don't worry.

...

Jiang Lao didn't know why he suddenly became a crying bag.

Xu Shi was depressed for too long, and the teardrops were not controlled at all.

Rong Ming was anxious and at a loss, holding her cheeks, rubbing away the tears on her face with his fingers, frowning deeper and deeper.

My heart is almost anxious.

"Year."

He only now knew how afraid of her tears he was.

"Don't cry."

But I heard her hum, vaguely: "My dream is too good."

Rong Yan, who had already lifted his robe, had a kneeling motion, raised his eyes in amazement.

She thought... she was dreaming?

"It's not a dream." Rong Chen said.

But Jiang Lao didn't listen to what he said, "It must be a dream, otherwise, how come you are all right suddenly? Just change and don't tell me."

Rong Ming: "..."

He admitted his mistakes very quickly, "I was the one who was wrong."

Jiang Laohuan was crying.

There were creases between Rong Ming's eyebrows.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. "I will kneel for you, okay?"

...

The man’s knees, kneeling to the heavens, kneeling to the parents.

He is not filial or righteous, and he does not kneel down on his parents.

Don't respect ghosts and gods, don't kneel down to heaven and earth.

She is the one who can make him bend his knees.

Rong Lu opened the corner of his robe, and said he would kneel.

But after Jiang Lao Yu Guangli saw his movements, he suddenly became angry, "You are not allowed to kneel!"

"The leg that has finally recovered, you kneel down, what should you do if your leg hurts badly?"

Jiang Luo kicked his feet into the air. Anyway, it was a dream. Those stubborn little temperaments that would not be exposed when he was awake showed a little bit.

"Healing your legs, half of the credit is mine."

"Two legs, half of them are mine."

"Why are you so careless about my things?"

"It's my fault." Rong Ming lowered his head, his tone indulged, "I am yours for everything, and I will give you as much."

But Jiang Lao was hard to serve, stubbornly shook his head, "No, I don't want more."

Her speech slowed down suddenly, as if thinking about something.

"Half of two is one, one...one is mine."

Rong Ming looked at her to the point where he was almost helpless.

Tenderness is endless, deep as a pool.

"Okay, whatever you want is fine."

Instead, he thought she was tired of speaking when she slowed down.

It turned out to be in the head.

I don't know if she should be said to be confused at the moment, but sober.

The right leg was suddenly caught by a limp thing.

He lowered his eyes and saw the little girl squatting on his leg, her cheek pressed against his right leg, muttering, "Mine."

She raised her hand and patted his right leg, softly, her eyes were looking at her own things, not at all.

She screamed, "This leg of mine is on your body, you have to treat it well. Until it is so good, you can't kneel, run, jump, and recover." The bad things are the same, nothing can be done. I want to see you better than anyone else."

The tone changed quite domineering.

Rong Ming's heart was disturbed.

He lowered his head and watched her fluffy hair bun from top to bottom.

The blush behind his ears.

cute.

He was so cute that he couldn't stand it.

He suddenly clenched his fists and let out a long sigh of relief, trying to get rid of the heat from his body.

Going crazy.

Suddenly there was a long sound on the side.

Rong Ming's ears are very good and he can hear clearly.

The suspicious character made his eyes cool down, and when he heard the sound, he raised his head and looked up, suddenly killing intent appeared in his eyes.

If she is seen by the second person...

He must poke the man's eye.

At the end of the line of sight, there was a greyfinch.

The gray finch was standing on the branch, bending its neck, arranging the feathers under its wings with its beak.

Perhaps Rong Ming's vision was too sharp, like a fox showing a cruel and ferocious look. The gray sparrow stopped the action of tidying up its feathers, and noticed something, and jumped twice on the branch.

Rong Ming moved his fingers slightly, and suddenly remembered that there was no hidden weapon in his fingertips.

Before he picked up the stone, the gray bird fluttered and flew away.

The Yin-Yang Life and Death Book of the Underworld probably says that it should not be extinct today. The little gray finches flew high and succeeded in renewing their lives.

Rong Ming's thoughts fell through and he tensed his fingers.

There were crystal teardrops on Jiang Lao's cheeks, pear blossoms with rain, pitiful, and he would not let go of Rong Ming's thigh.

Rong Ming bent down and tapped her sleeping acupoint when she was unprepared.

He picked her up, went to the wheelchair and pulled a thin blanket, spread a layer on the stone table, then put her on the stone bench, let her lie on the blanket, her cheeks could not bear the cold.

He moved the wheelchair into the pavilion again and sat down beside her.

He also lay on the stone table tilting his head to look at her sleeping face, turning out the corners of his sleeves.

The fabric there was soft and not piercing, and he drew the tears from her face little by little.

She was more concerned about his leg injury than he did.

The cool breeze passes through the pavilion.

Rong Ming's eyes were gentle with a smile, his movements were meticulous, and he used a lot of patience.

...

The little maid who went to the kitchen to make strong tea returned to the Xiaoguoshan Pavilion, but her footsteps were stopped.

In some unknown circumstances, he looked into the pavilion.

His Royal Highness Nine, holding a small fan in one hand, played a cool breeze for the sleeping girl lying on the fleece blanket and chased mosquitoes.

Behind him, the flowers bloomed beautifully and the greenery was lush.

Rong Chen heard the little maid's movement, raised his eyes and looked over, and said quietly, "Softly, put the tea down."

When he looked at the little maid, there was no expression on his face. Even though his face was beautiful enough to be pleasing to the heart, he seemed even more so that strangers stayed away.

Like ice and snow, you can only look at it from a distance.

The maid lowered her head, and in Rong's indifferent sight, served the tea cup on the stone table.

But she was a little negligent for a while, the sound of celadon touching the stone surface rang a little, which in turn made Jiang Lao in his sleep move his head.

Rong Ming frowned, his expression a little unhappy.

Jiang Lao, who was lying on the stone table, slowly raised his head, with a red mark on his white cheeks.

Rong Wei looked at her and asked softly, "Are you awake?"

The round fan in his hand was returned to the stone table.

Jiang Lao was a little hot when he slept, looked down at the velvet blanket on the stone table, and understood what, he picked up the round fan and blocked his hot and red cheeks, and asked Rong Lu in a flustered manner: "You How long have you been here?"

Rong Chen told the truth, "It's just a stick of incense."

"I just didn't talk nonsense when I was dreaming?"

Jiang Lao was suddenly very nervous, his panic eyes were exposed from behind the fan, and he looked at Rongming secretly.

Rong Ming coughed, lowered his eyes and thick eyelashes.

Nine points in the voice said firmly: "No."

In exchange for a guilty conscience.

Jiang Lao breathed a sigh of relief.

The maid who delivered the tea said at this moment: "Girl, your makeup is a little lighter."

Jiang Lao looked at Rong Ming with probing eyes.

She fell asleep and didn't know what she had done, so she could only count on Rong Ming to see if he knew.

Rong Chen followed her words about her dream and explained: "You had a dream just now...in your dream, you cried."

Jiang Lao blinked.

The eyelids were a little uncomfortable. She thought it was only when she woke up, and she really cried.

Unexpectedly, she cried in her dream, but actually she really cried.

She was afraid of makeup, and suddenly became a little messy, the small round fan in her hand blocked her face more tightly, and nervously asked her maid, "Is the makeup on my face ugly?"

The little maid did not answer, but Rong Wei first said, "It's not ugly."

The maid said after Rong Chen, "It's just that the powder on her cheeks is lighter. The girl has a good foundation and can't see anything."

Jiang Lao was a little relieved now.

But seeing Rong Jianhuan sitting in a wheelchair, he felt a little sad.

In my dream, I dreamed that his leg was healed.

Most of her dreams never dream of herself. Even if I dreamed it, it seemed like I was watching, I couldn't help myself.

Even if you look at yourself, it looks like you are looking at others.

But today's dream gave her a feeling that she can control.

It is extremely real and has a strong sense of substitution.

Even in the dream, she clearly knew that it was a dream, she was more courageous than in reality, acting recklessly and doing whatever she wanted. The rules and etiquette learned are almost fed to the dog, there is nothing left, which is better than drunkenness.

Thinking of her in the dream like a fool, holding his thigh, patted and shouted "It's mine", without the dignity and reservedness of a famous lady, Jiang Lao's face suddenly became a little dark.

In terms of numbers, half of two is one, and only one of the two legs.

Her Royal Highness Tangtang, such Jingui's leg, was regarded by her as the pork knuckle of the vegetable market, and she took the next one on her own terms.

She actually dared.

"..."

Jiang Lao blocked his entire face with a small round fan, and couldn't bear to remember.

Even in a dream, she felt that her face was almost lost by herself.

When he really stood in front of her like a dream in the future, she would definitely not be fooling around like in a dream.

She wants to be a normal girl.

Jiang Lao thought deeply.

...

Only when Yu Guangzhong saw Rong Ming's dress today, Jiang Lao frowned again.

Why is his clothes exactly the same as in his dream?

It seems that the scene is similar.

Does it mean that this dream will happen soon?

Jiang Lao's mood suddenly became very good.

I don’t know if it’s because he is looking up in the dream, but because he is really tall. When he stands up, his figure is extraordinarily tall, and the shade gives people a feeling that they can completely cover people. With broad shoulders, she looked more upright and handsome than she had imagined.

This dream is a good dream as long as you kick her away.

Behind the small group fan, Jiang Lao's curved eyes turned into crescent eyes with a smile.

Seeing that she had been staring at his leg, Rong Ming's fingers were slightly taut.

I want to admit my mistakes subconsciously.

It's better to kneel down just now, maybe he feels better in his heart.

The little maid poured a cup of tea for Jiang Lao and Rong Ming.

Afterwards, standing beside Jiang Lao, he took care of Jiang Lao's somewhat messy forehead because she fell asleep and stuck to her forehead, and asked: "What did the girl dream of just now? Why did you cry?"

Jiang Lao's tone was perfunctory, "It's nothing, holding a pig's knuckle in his dream, and crying."

Just after taking a sip of strong tea, Rong Ming suddenly coughed violently.

Qing Jun's face was abnormally red.

Jiang Lao drew his attention, "What's the matter with you?"