Time is slow

   Chapter 512 His Heart

  Jiang Yuanchao stared at Qiao Zhao motionless for a long time, suddenly leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "Miss Qiao—"

   The sleeping girl frowned and responded subconsciously, "Huh?"

  Jiang Yuanchao stood up suddenly, his lips trembling violently.

   He stretched out his hand and carefully touched the girl's chapped lips, before he pulled back before touching it.

   He dared not touch it.

  How could he offend her like this if she was Miss Joe.

   But, how can there be such a ridiculous thing?

   "Miss Qiao." Jiang Yuanchao muttered, his fingers flying in the air, drawing the lines of the girl's face little by little.

   Two people who are so different, do the same soul live in them?

  Jiang Yuanchao was puzzled, and his heart ached when he thought about it. He approached Qiao Zhao and stared at her, his warm breath sprayed on her snow-white cheeks.

  Qiao Zhao's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.

   It was the man's enlarged handsome face, so close that the breaths of the two were entangled.

  Qiao Zhao was stunned for a while, then raised his hand and slapped him.

  Jiang Yuanchao grabbed Qiao Zhao's wrist and found that she frowned and hurriedly let go, suppressing her inner excitement and spit out two words: "Wake up."

  Qiao Zhao didn't speak, his mind turned sharply to guess the change in Jiang Yuanchao's attitude.

   "Why don't you speak?" Jiang Yuanchao asked.

  Qiao Zhao lowered his eyes: "There is nothing to say."

  Jiang Yuanchao suddenly stood up, turned around and walked to the table to pour a glass of water, returned to reach out to help Qiao Zhao, and said warmly, "Drink a glass of water first."

  Qiao Zhao looked at the hand that fell on his shoulder, and said coldly, "Master Jiang, please respect yourself."

  Jiang Yuanchao withdrew his hand like a fire, looking embarrassed.

  Qiao Zhao slowly sat up halfway, took the cup and took a few sips of water.

   The burning pain in her throat is still the same, obviously thanks to the man in front of her, but she has nothing to complain about, the two of them have different positions. If she revealed anything about her past life, she was also calculating against each other.

   But she calculated that the other party was in order to survive, and Jiang Yuanchao suddenly intervened in the matter of Yushi Xing, and for what?

   "Does it still hurt?"

  Qiao Zhao was slightly startled, holding the water glass and looking at Jiang Yuanchao.

  Jiang Yuanchao glanced over the girl's slender and fair wrist, and the bruises on the wrist were shocking.

   "It hurts." Qiao Zhao lowered his eyes and said unceremoniously.

  Jiang far stagnant.

   The more calm she was, the more he felt that she was similar to the person in his memory.

  Perhaps, there are miracles in this world?

  Jiang Yuanchao suddenly felt a little dry in his mouth, pursed his thin lips lightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is that you?"

  Qiao Zhao put down the water glass and looked at Jiang Yuanchao: "Where's Chenguang and Yushi Xing?"

   "Is that you?" Jiang Yuanchao clenched his fist secretly and asked again.

   "Where are Chenguang and Censor Xing?" Qiao Zhao avoided answering and continued to ask.

  Jiang Yuanchao looked at her deeply, and finally gave in: "They're all fine for the time being."

   Ever since he knew that she was probably "she", his heart seemed to be unable to harden.

  Qiao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and got out of bed: "I'll go see them."

  Jiang Yuanchao wanted to say something, his lips moved, but in the end he didn't stop him and sighed, "Come with me."

  Qiao Zhao soon saw the morning light.

   Chengguang was lying on the bed, pale and motionless.

  Qiao Zhao walked over quickly, probed his forehead, and lifted the quilt to see the wound on his body.

  Jiang Yuan reached out his hand subconsciously to stop it, but took it back angrily.

   The wounds on Chenguang's body had obviously been treated, but they were only cleaned. Fortunately, the weather was cold now, and there was no swelling and pus.

   "It's inconvenient to ask a doctor, let Jiang He wash him with spirits." Jiang Yuanchao couldn't help but explained.

   Qiao Zhao glanced at him.

   Should she say thank you?

   "Chenguang is seriously injured, can you buy some herbs for me?"

"you say."

   "Do you have a pen and paper?"

"follow me."

   Jiang Yuanchao led Qiao Zhao to the study.

  Qiao Zhao picked up a pen and wrote down a prescription and handed it to Jiang Yuanchao: "You have to work."

  Jiang Yuanchao's gaze fell on the paper, staring at Junxiu's tall and straight small print for a moment.

   "Master Jiang?"

  Jiang Yuanchao returned to his senses and shouted, "Jiang He—"

  Jiang He came out of nowhere: "Here!"

   Jiang Yuanchao handed him the prescription: "Follow the prescription to get the medicine."

   "Hey." Jiang He nodded in response, and couldn't help but look at Qiao Zhao.

   Lord didn't say that when you see Miss Li again, you won't be able to forgive her, but now the situation is a little wrong. Your Lord obviously obeys Miss Li when he sees her.

   adults are so strange!

   "Huh?" Seeing Jiang He's strange expression, Jiang Yuanchao reminded him of dissatisfaction.

   Jiang He sighed and turned around and went out.

   It seems that the hero is saddened by Beauty Pass, and his family has taken a fancy to Miss Li.

  It's over, it's over, the great governor knows that he will skin the adults!

   "Where is Yushi Xing?" Qiao Zhao asked.

  Jiang Yuanchao stood still, and asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Are you hungry?"

  Qiao Zhao bit his lip.

   She asked him where Xing Yushi was, and he asked her if she was hungry. Did this man do it on purpose?

   "I'll take you to dinner." Jiang Yuan pulled Qiao Zhao towards Xu, but did not dare to touch her arm.

   He thought that the girl in front of him would get angry and say that he was not hungry. He was already thinking about persuasion, but Qiao Zhao nodded, "Okay."

   Only when you are full will you have the energy to talk about other things.

  Qiao Zhao didn't expect that in such an inconspicuous house, the meals prepared were very rich, including her favorite crab dumplings.

   "You have a wound on your hand. I'll give you what you want to eat."

   "Don't dare." Qiao Zhao held the chopsticks to the crab dumplings.

   Jiang Yuanchao's eyes flashed.

  After he was rescued by Miss Qiao, he couldn't help but inquire about her, he wanted to know everything about her.

   He remembered that she liked crab dumplings the most.

  Jiafeng is rich in water, and every autumn is the season to eat lake crabs, especially the crab dumplings in Wangjianglou in the city are the most famous.

   Miss Qiao went to Wangjiang Tower for the last time before she came out of the cabinet, and he kept secretly watching.

   dare not approach, nor the qualifications to approach, only blessings.

   But his beloved girl died on the north side of the icy world, and he brought back a corpse that would never laugh again.

   Jiang Yuanchao looked at Qiao Zhao, as if to see her heart.

  Qiao Zhao lowered his eyes and ate with graceful movements.

  Jiang Yuanchao was the deepest person of the same age she had ever met, and she could only grasp that degree carefully: neither admitting that she was Qiao Zhao's resurrection from Li Zhao, but also making him unable to help thinking in that direction.

   What she was even more uncertain about was how tolerant he was to Qiao Zhaoneng.

   The life-saving grace will be rewarded with a grass title to some people, but it is not worth mentioning to some people.

  Betting on people’s hearts is the most uncertain thing.

   "This ham and fresh bamboo shoot soup is also good." Jiang Yuanchao gave Qiao Zhao a bowl of soup.

  Qiao Zhao raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Yuanchao, picked up a spoon and filled a bowl of soup and pushed it in front of Jiang Yuanchao, with a light voice: "Mr. Jiang also drink it."

  Jiang Yuanchao was startled, then smiled: "Okay, I'll drink too."

  Qiao Zhao smiled when he saw him drinking porridge.

   (end of this chapter)