The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Tang Jiao did not go to the self-study class in the evening because he felt unwell.

The dormitory area was very quiet. The lights in dormitory 301 were not turned on, and only the dim moonlight gently poured into the room from the balcony.

Tang Jiao held Xiao Jingchuan's cell phone and lay curled up on his side on the bed.

Press once with your thumb to turn on the phone, press once to close the screen, and repeat.

She opened her eyes in the darkness, and the bright light of the mobile phone screen illuminated half of her face. Her thin eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the ends of her eyes were faintly filled with moist red.

The wired earphones were plugged into her ears. The low Sanskrit chants that she had heard countless times and had accompanied her through countless sufferings were now like plucked strings and like a bell being struck randomly.

The more I listen to it, the more sad it becomes.

Tang Jiao took a deep breath, tightened his palms, clasped his hands and shrank into his chest, rubbed his face against the pillow, and slowly shrank into a small ball.

In the darkness, there was no sound.

Xiao Jingchuan.

Xiao Jingchuan.

At this moment, she wanted to see Xiao Jingchuan extremely strongly.

When he came to his senses, Tang Jiao had already gotten out of the taxi and stood at the gate of Xiaojia Manor.

9 o'clock at night.

The area around the rich villa area in Jingzhou is very quiet.

Tang Jiao hesitated for a long time with his schoolbag on his back before he stepped forward and fumbled around the door for a while before he saw the doorbell, which was located a bit high.

Stand on tiptoes and press with your fingertips.

"Hello, who is it?"

Tang Jiao was startled when a female voice suddenly came out in the quiet and empty night.

"Hello?"

After a long while, she looked at the doorbell and spoke nervously.

"Hello, I'm looking for Xiao Jingchuan."

There was silence for a long time before replying.

"Sorry ma'am, the young master is not seeing any guests."

Tang Jiao feverishly took the leave note and left the school. He ran here alone, but he didn't want to be unable to get in.

"what."

She was a little bewildered.

Holding Xiao Jingchuan's cell phone in his hand, he mustered up the courage to ask again.

"Wait, wait a minute, Uncle Zhang, is the housekeeper here?"

The autumn wind made the leaves rustle, and the thin velvet coat could not withstand the cold. Tang Jiao stood in front of the extremely tall courtyard door and rubbed his arms.

"Miss Tang Jiao, why are you here!"

Butler Zhang hurriedly opened the door from the inside and let Tang Jiao in, who was obviously freezing.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm sorry to bother you."

Tang Jiao sniffed and followed Butler Zhang obediently.

"Xiao Jingchuan didn't come to school, and his cell phone was left with me..."

Lao Zhang didn't expect that the little girl came here for this, so he quickly reached out and took it.

"Hey, could you please Miss Tang Jiao for a quick trip?"

Tang Jiao looked at the mobile phone lying in Butler Zhang's hand, inexplicably reluctant to part with it.

She looked up at the brightly lit villa and manor not far away, and said hesitantly: "Uncle Zhang, Xiao Jingchuan, is he at home?"

"Here...Miss Tang Jiao, please come in and sit down first. It's cold outside."

The door to the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa was quietly closed.

Chu Fei stood in front of Xiao Jingchuan Gate, pinching his brows mentally and physically exhausted.

"You just said, who is coming?"

"Miss Tang Jiao, the young master's classmate."

"Tang Jiao..." Chu Fei glanced at the door and walked a few steps away before continuing, "Is it that sick little girl with a short head?"

"What is she here for?"

Chu Fei frowned and waved his hand: "No matter what she wants to do, let her go back first. If he sees it now, won't it cause trouble?"

"But the young master usually attaches great importance to Miss Tang Jiao..."

The housekeeper couldn't bear to think of the little girl's appearance.

"Then we can't see each other anymore! She looks so much like Xiao Qing, she's like a bomb fuse, so we can't take the risk. If Jingchuan goes crazy, no one is sure whether he can stay awake. The little girl's body is so fragile. , you will die in one instant."

Watching Xiao Jingchuan grow up, the old housekeeper, who was over fifty years old, felt sad and asked for a long time, "How is the young master doing now?"

"I just pressed him down and gave him the injection, and he fell asleep."

Chu Fei rubbed the extra black bruise on his cheekbones and sighed:

"Let's give it a few days. It will get better in a few days. Don't worry, that brat won't collapse so easily..."

The next day, 8 o'clock at night.

"Miss Tang Jiao?"

Butler Zhang looked at the little girl who appeared here again in surprise.

Tang Jiao put on a thicker coat this time, and his face was blown white by the wind. He seemed paler than usual.

"Uncle Zhang, I'm sorry to bother you again."

"Come in quickly, it's cold." The housekeeper opened the door.

Tang Jiao stood at the door without moving, holding a bag in her hand. She raised her head and looked at the lit villa again.

I saw the butler's embarrassed expression as he hesitated to speak.

Tang Jiao felt sad, thinking that he would never see her again.

She smiled lightly, handed the bag out, and said obediently:

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang. I won't go in. This is the bonus we got from military training. I forgot to bring it with me yesterday."

"Also, some snacks are quite delicious. Could you please give Uncle Zhang——"

Tang Jiao paused and then changed his words: "I bought it on the way and gave it to Uncle Zhang and Aunt Juan to try."

The old housekeeper held the bag and stood at the door, looking at Tang Jiao who once again refused to arrange a car to take her back. He carried his schoolbag and walked out step by step in the night.

He sighed deeply.

It was quiet in the other hall of Xiaojia Manor.

The servants all took their breaths and walked softly, carefully carrying the dried tributes, burnt incense burners, rows of wreaths and other memorial items out.

There was no white condolence cloth hanging in the main hall. Standing at the top of the stairs, Butler Zhang saw Li Juan coming downstairs carrying the untouched dinner and grabbed her.

"Master, you haven't eaten yet?"

"No response..."

Li Juan saw that her husband had grown more gray hair in just a few days, and sighed, "I thought that after so many years, the young master would be so good now and would never get sick again. Who knew that as soon as the old lady left, he would be like this again? Oh, alas...you have committed evil!"

She wiped her tears and couldn't help but complain.

"You said that the old lady is really going to leave without letting go to make life easier for her children and grandchildren. She said such heart-wrenching words! Poor Master Jingchuan, such a good boy, what's wrong with him!"

"Old lady, stop talking." Butler Zhang also wet his eyes. He shook his wife's hand and said, "Take the dishes down to warm them. The young master hasn't eaten anything in two days, so you should always have food ready."

"Hey, I know," Aunt Zhang picked up the tray and prepared to go to the kitchen, then asked: "Where is the master and his wife——"

"The master and his wife will be back tomorrow."

"Hey, good."

"Go, I'll go see the young master."

Walking to the master bedroom on the second floor, the housekeeper stood at the door and knocked on the door.

It was quiet inside.

"Master."

No one answered.

"Master, I'm coming in."

After waiting for a while, he slowly turned the door handle. The lights were not turned on, the room was dark, and the curtains were closed.

Turning on the wall lamp, the huge bedroom was in a mess.

Half of the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling window on the left were torn down, and two big holes were opened on the back of the gray leather sofa in the center of the bedroom. The chair fell to one side, the bookcase leaned against the wall, and various books were scattered all over the floor. The floor lamp stand next to the bed was bent into an S. The type lay on the ground, obviously destroyed by violence.

An entire Lego display wall was smashed into disarray.

The global limited-edition Lego models that were originally treasured and placed on top of each other are now scattered in the bedroom, in pieces, with parts such as car hoods and Transformers legs scattered all over the floor.

It would be no exaggeration to say that the entire room had been swept by a Category 10 hurricane.

Where is the figure of Xiao Jingchuan?

Butler Zhang stood at the door holding the door handle, shocked.

At this time, an exclamation came from the yard outside, and then, an extremely domineering roar of the accelerator came from far away, then drifted away in an instant, leaving only a buzzing and vibrating sound.

Oops!

Butler Zhang's expression changed drastically. He was over fifty years old and now he ran downstairs quickly.

A young man hurriedly ran in outside the door. He saw Butler Zhang and reported quickly.

"Young master, he rode out on his bike like he was flying! He didn't even wear a helmet, and he looked very bad."

"Hurry! Call Dr. Chu immediately! Ask the driver to drive immediately, call a few bodyguards, and go to Qiongsen!"