The host of the fast travel system is a showman

Chapter 440
Mrs. Song snorted coldly at her, then sat down at the dining table.

Master Song came over afterward, and Young Master Song also walked in with the help of the servant girl.

He gave Lin Zhi a weak look, twitched the corners of his mouth, showed a difficult smile, and said, "Mother, let Chunhua sit down together."

Mrs. Song glanced at Lin Zhi, not wanting to offend her son, she nodded in agreement.

Lin Zhi couldn't control himself, and sat down obediently.

"Bu Cai." Mrs. Song said angrily.

Like a frightened bird, Chen Chunhua quickly stood up and put vegetables in Mrs. Song's bowl.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Young Master Song pressed his lips and began to cough again.

"Qing'er, are you okay?" Mrs. Song quickly raised her hand and patted Master Song's back, speaking anxiously.

"Are you dead? Hurry up and serve soup to your husband!" She didn't have a good look towards Chen Chunhua.

Chen Chunhua hastily served Song Qing a bowl of soup.

"It's okay, it's an old problem." Song Qing spoke for her weakly.

Seeing this old woman's appearance, Lin Zhi was extremely upset, and suddenly regained control of his body, and immediately poured the steaming soup on Mrs. Song's body with a "splash".

"Ah—" Mrs. Song's piercing screams sounded in her ears, and she stood up immediately.

"Boom!" Accompanied by the piercing sound of porcelain falling to the ground.

"Ah! Mother, are you okay! I didn't mean it!" Chen Chunhua was at a loss for a while, with an innocent look on his face.

The nanny at the side hurried forward to help Mrs. Song to change clothes.

"Come back and clean your hoof!" Mrs. Song put down her harsh words and left.

Master Song also frowned, obviously not very satisfied with this daughter-in-law.

Lin Zhi looked at Song Qing with a look of fear.

"Cough, cough..." Song Qing coughed again, his face became paler, and he said weakly to Master Song, "Father, don't blame Chunhua, send her back."

Master Song didn't say a word, they bought Chen Chunhua with money, how could they just let her go back like this?
Lin Zhi's face was full of astonishment and panic, and his sharp eyes calmly sized up the person in front of him.

Everyone has a distinct personality, but for some reason, everyone seems to be lifeless.

Mrs. Song came back after changing her clothes. When she saw Chen Chunhua, she got angry, pointed at her and cursed: "You little hoof, you are clumsy! You can't even do this little thing! You were bought by my Song family with two silver dollars, and you are me." The things of the Song family, it is your life to serve us well!"

"Mother, Chunhua..." Song Qing wanted to say something for her, but was interrupted by Mrs. Song.

"Qing'er, set rules for your mother and daughter-in-law, don't interrupt!"

Mrs. Song finished talking softly to Song, and her unfriendly eyes fell on Lin Zhi: "From now on, you will get up to cook at Maoshi, and come to say hello at Chenshi..."

"Mother, cough, cough..." Song Qing suddenly coughed violently, holding a plain white handkerchief to his lips.

"Master Song!" Chen Chunhua patted him on the back in a panic.

"Qing'er, how are you? Call the doctor! Call the doctor!" Mrs. Song didn't care about embarrassing Chen Chunhua anymore, and anxiously ordered her servants.

Song Qing stopped coughing, and took off the plain white handkerchief covering his mouth, it was covered with blood!

"The young master is coughing up blood!" A servant exclaimed, and immediately there was chaos and a doctor was called.

……

Song Qing lay back on the bed with a pale face, and the doctor felt his pulse with a heavy expression.

Then go out and whisper about Song Qing's physical condition.

"Master Song's time is short! Prepare for the funeral!" The doctor stroked his beard, shook his head and walked out.

Song Qing was lying on the bed, and Lin Zhi stood aside.

Mrs. Song fumed angrily and stared at Lin Zhi again: "You loser! I bought you back just for joy, but now that you are here, I, Qing'er, have become even more serious!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and walked over, as if to slap her.

With a "pop!", Lin Zhi felt a burning pain.

nmd!When had she ever experienced such cowardice?

Lin Zhi burst into anger immediately, and regained control of his body, "slapping" back with two slaps.

Mrs. Song was beaten until her hair was scattered, and everyone was dumbfounded. How long had she been pampered, how dare Chen Chunhua?
"Stop this little bitch!"

Suddenly, a group of servants rushed towards Lin Zhi.

"Mother..." Song Qing on the bed uttered weakly, his anger was like a thread.

"Qing'er!" Mrs. Song hurriedly looked at Song Qing, "Qing'er, how are you feeling! Qing'er."

"Mother, I want to be alone and let Chunhua stay and take care of me alone, ahem... okay." His tone was full of pleading.

Her beloved son had spoken, and Mrs. Song still had the heart to pursue Lin Zhi.

"All right, all back down!"

Under Mrs. Song's signal, the servants left the room one after another.

"Mother, you should go back and rest too!" Young Master Song said with difficulty, and gave the order to evict the guests.

Mrs. Song was a little reluctant, but she still compromised: "Okay, then you have a good rest, if you feel uncomfortable, you must say it, okay?"

"Yeah." With a pale face, he nodded slightly.

"Take care of Qing'er." Madam Song gave Lin Zhi a look before she left, warning her to be quiet.

After Mrs. Song left, only Song Qing and Chen Chunhua were left sickly lying on the bed.

"You must be very confused, right? Why did you appear here." He said weakly.

Lin Zhi also regained control of her body. She looked at Song Qing who was lying on the bed, "What do you mean?"

A strange smile appeared on Song Qing's pale face, and he said weakly: "Don't worry, I have no malicious intentions."

Lin Zhi just looked at him warily, waiting for his next words.

"I witnessed with my own eyes one after another Chen Chunhua wasting time here and finally dying out. I can't remember which one you are." Song Qing's eyes were complicated, and his memory was a little far away.

"Who the hell are you?" the woman said coldly.

"I don't know, I only know that I will die of illness, and then come back again, and then die of illness again, like being trapped in an endless loop, I can't control my words and deeds many times, I believe you are the same, even you deeply It's harmful."

Song Qing is an aboriginal, has his own consciousness, and is less controlled than Lin Zhi, an outsider.

"You mean, what's happening now has happened countless times in your memory, and it's still exactly the same?" Lin Zhi frowned.

"Yes, even if the process is different, the ending is the same." Song Qingyi said pointedly.

"What ending?" Lin Zhi's fingers hanging on the side of his thigh trembled slightly.

"Gradually forget that I am an outsider, live like Chen Chunhua, and finally die of old age, completely disappearing from the world." The flat voice reveals a coldness.

(End of this chapter)