Transmigrating To Become The Boss’s Little Fairy

It's much easier when going down than when going up.

The long stone steps meandered all the way, two people stopped and stopped, and they didn't care about the scenery when they went up the mountain. Now they can see enough.

But Qi Ying was obviously absent-minded. After leaving the temple, her eyebrows were slightly frowned.

Ji Rang pulled her aside and sat down, unwrapped a box of yogurt and handed her over, making her laugh: "Little fool, why are you so superstitious? Have you studied the political lessons?"

She lowered her head and yoghurt, remembering what the Tsing Yi monk said just now, the more she thought about it, the more sad she became.

The general's merits of defending his country in the last life have become the murder of this life. He guarded the people, gave his life, and finally asked him to bear the consequences.

The little girl snapped into his arms.

Ji Rang was unprepared and subconsciously hugged her, almost rushing her.

He felt the sadness of the girl, put away the usual Dang Erlang, and whispered to her, "Yingying, what happened?"

She held him by the neck, buried her little head in his heart, and sobbed softly. It took a long time to cry and said, "Don't fight ... Don't fight, don't do dangerous things, live a long time and live in peace Go on, okay? "

She was sorry for him.

Ji made my heart hurt and angry.

Smelly monk, what said "young young died" scared his baby!

He patted her on the back and coaxed her softly. His voice was soft enough to drip water: "Okay, I promise you, I promise whatever you say."

She lifted her head, her eyes were red, and stretched out a little finger, Weng said with a voice: "Hook."

His bony fingers caught her fragile little finger and whispered, "Well, I promise."

She finally laughed.

Going down the mountain, the students at the picnic place also started to pack up the garbage and left. Qi Ying met Yueli and they were eating ramen with a bowl and greeted her cheerfully: "Yingying, where have you been? what?"

Qi Ying said, "We climbed to the top of the mountain and made a wish at Hexi Temple."

Yue Li exclaimed, "Wow, that's so tall. How many hours do I have to climb? Should only you climb up?"

Qi Ying nodded proudly, thought about it, and said, "Wishing there is really spiritual."

A temple with monks must be very spiritual.

Yue Li's eyes lighted up: "Then I will come to climb next holiday! I want to make a college entrance exam!"

The teacher who led the team not far away shouted, "Put away the garbage, take care of the ecological environment, don't litter, and prepare to gather down the mountain."

The spring tour ended in the noise.

The bus pulled the students back to school together before letting the students go home.

Tomorrow will continue the class. The head teachers of each class will train in the car and say, "I ’ve also played and played, and then I will collect my heart, and I will have the college entrance examination in less than three months. Do n’t think to follow You have nothing to do, then do this year's college entrance examination questions to see how much difference you have! "

Every day after climbing the mountain, everyone was very tired, lazily paralyzed in the seat, and allowed the teacher to talk.

The car wobbled, and in the afternoon sunlight through the windows made people sleepy. Although Ji Ran had a good physical strength, he climbed a mountain top and spent a lot of energy. He fell asleep with his head on the cushion.

He had a dream.

The dream was filled with fire, and he seemed to have become a general, riding on the black mane, and ordered a black soldier to drop his arrows.

Those arrows were on fire, brushing like bandits falling into the bandits in front of them, roaring and roaring constantly, the vice general reported to him: "General, the bandit gate has been broken!"

He tightened the reins, holding the gun in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Kill."

The sound of a horse's hoof rang through the valley, he rushed to the front first, and blood splattered wherever he passed. The mountain bandit resisted stubbornly, but could not stand the trampling of the imperial court iron rider, and quickly defeated.

I don't know when it will snow in the sky.

In the white snow, he saw the little girl curled up under the corner at a glance.

She was disheveled and panicked, but her eyes were bright, like a deer she encountered during hunting, soft and pitiful. There was a bandit grabbing her long hair, and the heartbroken knife was about to be cut off. He clenched the long gun in his hand and threw it forward. The bandit was penetrated by the spear and pinned to the wall. .

Blood donation sprayed her face.

Red blood, white skin, dazzled his eyes.

She was so frightened that she didn't cry or cry. She sat on the floor dumbly, her fingers dragging the dress she couldn't drop, her **** covered, her shoulders like snow, her hair like a waterfall, and she looked straight. Right away him.

Good.

He approached the horse, and she lifted her head a little, her wet, wet eyes blinking.

He looked at her for a while, and originally wanted to say: The bandits have been killed, don't be afraid, go down the mountain with peace of mind, but if you don't know how, then the exit will become: "Where can I go?"

She shook her head, her face pale.

He leaned over and reached for her.

The little girl was a little hesitant, stood slowly against the wall, and obediently came to him.

He bent down, arms around her fragile waist, and took her to the horse.

The little girl exclaimed, and she whispered, "Yeah ..."

He almost laughed, pursed his lips, and pushed the horse to the wall, pulled out the long gun, turned the horse's head back.

The lieutenant flew from a distance: "General Ji, the thieves are all fumed! Hey ..." Looking at the little girl in his arms, "This is ..."

He glanced briefly at the lieutenant, took off his cloak, wrapped all the little girls in his arms, and said quietly, "Burning camp, go down the mountain."

The snow was getting denser and denser, covering the mountain.

He smelled the sweet scent of the little girl in his arms, like the white plum blossoming behind him.

He whispered to her, "What's your name?"

"Qi Ying." The little girl turned back slightly, revealing a half of her face, "General, my name is Qi Ying."

...

Ji let a waking spirit wake up from a dream.

The action was too big, and Qu Dazhuang next to him was startled. He came over and asked, "Did you let your brother? Have a nightmare?"

He breathed a few breaths, shook his head, and leaned back again.

When you close your eyes, you can still see the picture of his baby's ragged clothes almost chopped to death by the thief in the snowstorm.

Fuck.

Blame that stinky monk.

What a **** ghost dream!

The bus drove back to school. After getting off the bus, the students turned around and went home. Ji Rang was scared by the dream just now. He called Qi Ying as soon as he got off the bus and ran to find her.

Carrying a school bag with only a bottle of drink left behind, she waited obediently at the school gate, wearing a bright yellow spring shirt, and the whole person was bright and well-behaved. He was relieved at a glance.

That's right.

He walked over, carried her schoolbag, smiled brightly: "Go, let your brother take you home."

The girl glanced at him angrily, and obediently followed him towards the bus platform.

...

As spring came, the pot of hawthorn flowers that Qi Ying sent him also sprouted.

The big guy who has never raised flowers is afraid to raise the flower to death. He has to watch it a hundred times a day. He also pays attention to the flower bar, the flower blogger, and the flower public account, and learns how to become a qualified flower farmer every day.

Near April, the weather in Haicheng began to be hot.

When eating at night, Yu Cheng told Qi Ying: "Yingying, remember to go to school tomorrow and ask for leave from the teacher."

Qi Ying took a hand in Caicai's hand, and suddenly realized something, her finger shook slightly.

Yu Cheng also said to himself: "It takes more than seven hours to get to and from the Yancheng plane. Please take two days off."

Qi Ying lowered his eyes and nodded obediently: "Okay."

The next day at school, she took a leave note and asked Liu Qinghua to sign. Liu Qinghua looked at him and asked: "Leave a leave? Is there anything you need to ask for two days? Now the study time is very tight, or try to take as little leave as possible."

Qi Ying pursed her lips and said softly, "Tomorrow is the day of my parents' sacrifice. I'm going back to Yancheng."

Liu Qinghua didn't expect that, and immediately said, "Oh, okay, go, pay attention to safety on the road."

She approved the leave slip.

At school in the afternoon, Qi Ying went to Ji Rang.

The back door of Class 9 is always very noisy. When Qu Dazhuang saw her from a distance, she shouted, "Let me, your little fairy come to pick you up from school."

An empty bottle flew over.

"Your horn is perfect!"

Basically, this scene will be shown every day. Qi Ying smiled and waited for Ji Rang to walk out with his schoolbag and waved with Qu Dazhuang: "Goodbye."

Qu Dazhuang covered his heart and quietly said to Liu Haiyang, "The little fairy is so sweet, I seem to be in love."

Liu Haiyang: "Aren't you afraid you'll be stripped alive by your brother?"

Out of the teaching building, Qi Yingcai whispered to the teenager around him: "I asked for leave, and I won't come to school tomorrow."

Ji Ran frowned: "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

He raised his hand and touched her forehead.

Qi Ying smiled away, her voice soft: "No, I'm going back to Yancheng with my uncle. Tomorrow is my father and mother's sacrifice day, I want to go back to worship."

Ji Rang teased her hand, put it down a bit stiffly, and whispered, "I see."

The two didn't say anything. They reached the bus stop, and the car gradually approached. Qi Ying waved with him and said with a smile, "I'm going."

The little girl laughed and had something else.

He didn't hold back, stretched her hands and pulled her to himself.

Qi Ying whispered to him: "What's the matter?"

His throat was tight and his heart was aching. He rubbed his cheek with his fingertips, and whispered, "Is there anything you need to call me, you know?"

She nodded.

Well-behaved.

The doors opened and students got on the bus one after another.

Qi Ying bent her eyes and smiled at him: "I really have to go."

He also laughed and let go of his hand.

She waved her hand and turned around with a schoolbag.

Just two steps later, he was suddenly dragged by Ji Rang.

The door was closed and the bus drove away. She remained motionless. Ji Rang carried her bag and whispered, "Yingying, turn around."

She bowed her head and did not move.

He let go of his hand and walked to her, holding her little face in his palm and forcing her to look up.

See her flushed eyes.

He knew it.

The little girl's lips and tears broke his heart.

He lowered himself and asked him softly, "Is it sad?"

She shook her head and dropped her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Ji Rang took out his mobile phone and booked a flight ticket to Yancheng tomorrow.

He held her finger, put it on his mouth, kissed him, and whispered, "No sadness, I'll stay with you."

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