Transmigrating To Become The Boss’s Little Fairy

The cold sun in the winter pierced through the thick clouds, and a thin light overflowed from the sky.

When the sky was bright, the body of Father Ji had been removed. The funeral was next. The elderly had already issued a notice of illness, and Ji's family over the Lingtang had already begun preparations.

Ji Rang sat alone at the flower bed for two hours until Qi Ying woke up again.

He heard the voice of a gurgling turn on the other side of the phone. The little girl was probably looking for a cell phone. It took her a long soft voice to say, "I am awake."

He murmured, because his whole body was frozen and his voice was dumb, he slowly said, "Yingying, I can't accompany you to see the panda today. How about a few days?"

She yawned and responded obediently: "Okay."

She is very good and never asks him about personal matters.

Ji Rang didn't plan to tell her that she didn't want to let the little girl feel sorry for him.

Hanging up the phone, he stood up and moved his stiff body, Ji Ji sent a message to him, and told him about the funeral process.

Ji Rang went home to change his clothes, and then took a taxi to Lingtang.

The old man's body has been dealt with, and he has put on formal military uniforms. Someone came to mourn one after another.

Ji Rong didn't say hello to anyone, burned his head, burned the paper, and stood aside silently. There are too many things to be dealt with at the funeral.

After a while, a man in a black suit came to Ji Rong with a briefcase and gave him a will file. "Mr. Ji Lao left you all the inheritance in his name."

The boy looked silent, didn't pick up the file, and said quietly, "Give it away."

The lawyer froze, "What?"

The teenager set his sights on the legacy: "In the name of Grandpa, donate it."

He didn't want to talk anymore, and lowered his eyes, looking like a thousand miles away.

At the door, Chen Feng, who helped Ji Yan's receptionist, narrowed his eyes, and whispered, "Is your grandfather patriarchal? Nothing is left for you."

Ji Min glanced at him silently: "Shut up if you don't understand."

Chen Fengzhi shrugged: "I understand, make up, but look at Agen's expression, it seems not to accept."

The two were chatting. Ji Weiyan walked in from outside. He just went outside to pick up Ji's best friend, and he was too busy to split up. Ji Yan shouted at him: "Erbo."

Ji Weiyan turned around: "What's wrong?"

Ji Yan frowned: "Isn't Su Rong here?"

Ji Weiyan paused and whispered, "No, I let her go back."

Ji Yan's eyes flashed with disgust, but he didn't reveal it on his face: "This is the best, the body is not good, and it's also a mess when you come. For two days, Arang is here, don't let her come over."

Ji Weiyan answered silently.

When he left, Chen Fengzhi said, "You're welcome to talk to your second uncle."

Ji Yan didn't take it seriously: "I'm very polite about this issue." Ji Ran, who stood in the Lingtang with a glance at her, "If I hadn't been studying abroad, I would really ..."

In the end, there is a layer of relationship, but only from the niece's standpoint, some words can not be said.

Just now her dad called him outside: "Hey, go and pick up your Uncle Chen."

Ji Min stopped in time, waved hands with Chen Fengzhi, hurriedly went out, took two steps to think of something, turned back to Chen Fengzhi and said, "Agen should not have dinner, you take him to eat something."

Chen Fengzhi nodded, very conscious of Ji's son-in-law, walked to Ji Rang to stand beside, and nodded greetings to relatives and friends who came to mourn.

Ji Rang turned his head and glanced at him: "Why are you back again?"

Chen Fengzhi: "The motherland is my home. I have to go home often to see. Are you hungry? Go and eat."

Ji Ran didn't want to ignore him: "Not hungry, don't eat."

Chen Feng sighed: "I have to stay until tomorrow morning, go eat something."

Ji Rang ignored him and stared at the ground, not even giving him one. Chen Fengzhi waited for a long time and reluctantly sent a message to Ji Yun: "The mission was not completed, please come to the Lord."

Ji Zheng returned a series of ellipsis to him.

The news of his death in the early morning sent more people to mourn near the evening, all from across the country.

Ji Ran stood there for a day. Occasionally, I will be reminded that I made a mistake when I was a child. I was corporally punished by my grandfather in the army compound and stood in the military posture against the big sun. One stop was a few hours.

A few times, I still fainted. At that time, my grandmother was still, stomping my grandfather and stubbornly, and then made him mung bean soup for the summer heat.

The cry cried back to his thoughts, and now kneeling in front of the Lingtang, he did not know which relative was crying. Ji Rong glanced away and looked at the door when he saw the little girl in black clothes. , Holding a white chrysanthemum in his hand, standing at the end of the crowd waiting for mourning.

The boy who stood like a stone statue for a day finally took a step and strode over.

Qi Ying also saw him coming and smiled with a pout on his lips.

Ji Rang walked to her and asked in a low voice: "You ..." His throat was so dumb that he coughed twice before regaining his voice: "What's the matter?"

She whispered, "Sister Ji Yan said you don't eat for a day." She looked at him with a small face, her eyes soft: "When I mourn it, shall we go to eat?"

Ji Rang touched her head, her face finally smiled: "Yes."

When the little girl finished her head and laid flowers, Ji let the ignoring the curious sight around her pull Qi Ying away.

Out of the hall, she took him to the lounge, and magically raised a food container from the locker: "Aunt's chicken porridge, and eggplant."

She was worried that he didn't eat all day and his stomach was uncomfortable, and he brought food from home.

Ji Rang sat down on the sofa, took out the food boxes one by one, and set about eating.

She obediently sat beside him and waited for him to finish eating, put the food container back in the bag, and asked him, "Would you like to go out for a while?"

Ji Ran nodded.

It was already dark, but the street lights in the garden were bright and the dust was flying in the light.

Ji Rang asked her: "Is it cold?"

She shook her head: "It's not cold, I'm very thick."

He thought about it, grabbed her hand and put it in his palm. It was quiet all around, he didn't want to be silent, could not help talking to her: "Did you go out to play today?"

Her voice was soft: "No, write homework at home." Thinking of it, she said, "Are you running out of time to do your homework? It will start in a few days, and I will copy it for you."

Ji Rang laughed: "Would you like to write for me directly?"

She tilted her head and thought, "Okay."

There was a bench in the garden. Ji Rang stood a little tired for a day, holding her down. A lot of numbers were planted around it, blocking the night breeze, but I didn't feel very cold. I was stunned for a whole day, and now I breathed fresh air, and my heart was a lot happy.

Qi Ying sat next to him and whispered, "I will go back to Winter City with my aunt tomorrow. Grandparents will live in the countryside of Winter City. They will not be back until the fifth day."

Ji Rang leaned over and leaned her head on her weak shoulder. "Well, have fun and help me say hello to grandparents."

She looked sideways at his tired expression, as if coaxing the child: "My grandparents are rich in mulberries, and I will bring you mulberry fruits for you."

He smiled with closed eyes: "Okay, bring more."

She obediently said "um" and asked him again, "Are you tired? I'll give you a massage."

Ji Rong raised her eyebrows: "Do you still massage?"

She was a little embarrassed: "I learned from my shampoo brother." She turned slightly, and pressed her hands on his temple. The fingertips are soft, with a warm temperature, and pressed gently.

The tone of those who learned to wash their hair asked him, "Is the intensity right?"

Ji made a chuckled smile: "Well, it's appropriate."

She also smiled sweetly, remembering the technique of shampooing her brother, her eyes widened, trying to find the acupuncture point on his head.

Ji Rang teased her: "The little master has good craftsmanship, is it expensive?"

Her voice was soft: "You look good and are free."

Ji Rong laughed and shook her whole body, rubbing her back with a small hand, and sat upright.

Her small face was white, only the tip of her nose was a little red, and it was probably frozen. Ji Rang grabbed her hand and rubbed it in her palm. ? "

Her eyes were wet, like fog, and she looked at him for a long time before saying, "Then you eat well, don't you feel bad?"

He nodded earnestly: "OK, don't lie to you."

She bent her eyes and laughed.

Ji Rang called Chen Fengzhi and asked him to drive Qi Ying home.

After hanging up, take her out.

He was actually reluctant to leave, liking her tenderness when she was by her side, her steps were very slow. He knew that if he spoke, the little girl would stay, but he couldn't bear to be too tired.

She was always taken to the door and watched her get into Chen Fengzhi's car. The little girl carefully confided in the window: "Let's eat well."

He smiled and nodded.

He sighed depressively until the car disappeared.

It's already five days after Master Ji's funeral is completely over.

Tomorrow will start school. Sure enough, as Qi Ying said, his homework has not been written and he has no energy to write. When he returns home and falls to bed, he does not want to move.

As a result, the doorbell rang in the afternoon. When I opened the door, Qi Ying stood outside with Yue Li and Qu Dazhuang, and said solemnly, "Let's help you with your homework!"

Qu Dazhuang: "Reassuring you! We will never let you be scolded!"

Yue Li: "I only need the reward for a small handmade cake!"

Ji Rang: "..."

I don't know how the teacher felt when he saw the three handwritings of an assignment.

But anyway, I finished writing the papers before the school started. Ji let my heart fall asleep without any worries. The next day when I went to school, I felt like my life was back on track.

There are only over a hundred days left in the countdown calendar, and the last semester is entering the final sprint phase.

Most people struggled and persisted in pain, burning the last year of senior year three, but some people were very killed. As soon as they started school, they learned that they were eligible for escort, and they were relieved in advance.

Yes, this person is talking about Wu Rui.

He escorted B University, the school he always wanted to go to.

This kind of good thing is of course to be celebrated, and the class that has always been known for its economicalness invites everyone to go to the back door of the school for spicy food.

Qu Dazhuang was almost envious of death, and said sourly: "In the next few months, you can stop coming to school for classes, are you going? Where do you plan to travel?"

Wu Rui pushed the black-rimmed glasses and said solemnly, "I will continue to finish the rest of the lesson. As long as my heart is still beating, I will continue to learn. There is no end to learning, and we cannot relax at any time."

Qu Dazhuang: "..."

Respectfully!

Otherwise, how can someone **** him to this consciousness?

Wu Rui opened a can of beer, clinking with a group of bad teenagers who thought they had no intersection but eventually became good friends, and said with ambition: "I'll wait for you at b!"

Everyone: "..."

Your shit.

After the second mode is over, there are only a hundred days left on the countdown.

Hai Yi is a school with a strong sense of ceremony. The mobilization meeting is not enough, and a hundred-day oath-taking meeting was held.

Senior high school students are as tired as a dog. It is not enough to study alone. They also have to listen to the instruction of the instructor's saliva splash. They are tired and hopeless.

King Falun standing on the stage, the students yawned and patted the podium in the auditorium, hysterically: "Classmates! Get up! It doesn't matter if you don't sleep well. For your age, keep your eyes closed. Even if it's a break! "

Everyone: "???"

Lao Tzu believed in the evil of your King of the Golden Wheel.

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