Can't escape the female supporting role of Black Heart Lotus [Transmigration Book]

Wen Renqing's eyes were dark and his expression was calm: "What's the matter?"

Then the room suddenly fell silent, as if someone had pressed the freeze button.

The madam who ran all the way down from the third floor, who was almost emotionally broken, turned her head away like the student who had been reprimanded by the teacher, raised her hand and slowly wiped her eyes.

"It's all right. I have a cold, a viral flu."

She took out the tissue and sneezed decently.

She used this kind of rhetoric to hide the loss in her heart, and the tears on her face that did not conform to her usual image.

She knew she looked a mess now, not decent at all.

Xiaocui said, "It's not all over," and she thought so too.But now, even standing in front of her daughter, it seems that thousands of mountains and rivers are separated, and the gap is deep.

She couldn't find a suitable opportunity to say something, even expressing her feelings when she heard that the earthquake almost affected Qingqing.

Because the daughter...it seems that she doesn't care about her mother at all.

Wen Renyue was bitter in her heart, but she still remembered turning her head and forced a smile, and said to Ji Xun: "Auntie has a cold, so I won't entertain you. Play by yourself."

She pretended to take something, went to the kitchen and hurriedly picked up a pot of scented tea, and when she came out, she covered her nose with a tissue and went upstairs.

Xiao Cui, who followed from upstairs, sighed silently when she saw this scene.

All beginnings are hard.

How easy it is to poke holes and slits out of a good piece of fabric.Any weapon can do it.

But it is extremely difficult to mend.

For a moment, only Ji Xun and Wen Renqing were left in the living room. The elf was holding a cup of chocolate milk cap in his hand, and put the small spoon in his right hand back into the cup at a loss.

"Qingqing..." She couldn't help but make a sound.

Aunt Yue looked embarrassed and lost just now.

She went downstairs in such a hurry, still shedding tears, is it really because of a cold?

Or is it because the enthusiasm has not received a corresponding response, so I found a step and excuse for myself?

Wen Renqing lowered his eyes, leaned over and put the two glasses of lemonade on the coffee table, his fingers were long and beautiful: "What's wrong."

The young girl's face was as white as jade, without extra emotion, and her temperament was calm.

She didn't seem to notice the change in her mother's mood just now, and she ignored everything.

"Go back sooner later. You take those away."

Wen Renqing looked at the live chickens and ducks in the yard.

Ji Xun blinked: "Oh. What about you?"

She went back earlier, where is Qingqing?

Ji Xun saw the scene just now. Although he knew that the relationship between mother and daughter would not be eased so easily, he still unconsciously paid attention to this matter.

Qingqing seemed to have completely closed her heart, not allowing anyone to enter.

On the one hand, she felt lucky and relieved that she could be completely tolerated and cherished by the other party, and even a little excited, but on the other hand, she was worried.

Qingqing doesn't need to forgive Aunt Yue, but she hopes that she can live a less indifferent life, open her heart a little, and see the good of the people around her.

She put down the chocolate milk cap, stood up slowly, and moved to Wen Renqing's side.

"Can I leave later?" The little girl stretched her chin and rested it on Wen Renqing's shoulder, "I don't want to leave now."

A crack slowly appeared in Wen Renqing's indifferent mask, as if he could no longer be cold-hearted towards the little liar.

Her voice was hoarse: "I didn't chase you away."

After saying the words, she was embarrassed herself, and took the lemonade and stuffed it into the little girl's hand to signal her to drink.

Ji Xun stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck, and the kitten rubbed against her like a spoiled child, pouting its cherry lips, signaling Qingqing to hey.

Wen Renqing stared at her for two seconds, finally defeated by Ji Xun's bright and harmless eyes like small animals, straightened the straw in the cup, and brought it to the little girl's lips.

Ji Xun slightly opened her lips kindly, and drank lemonade with the straw handed to her.

After drinking a glass of warm water, she looked up at him contentedly, blinking her almond eyes to express her gratitude.

"Halal is good." She took a sip of a cherry, and began to send sweet words again.

Wen Renqing's face was tense and she didn't say anything.

Until he turned around, he let out a soft breath a little bit uncontrollably.

Ji Xun looked at her back, the bright smile on her little face gradually faded.

What a headache, between Qingqing and Aunt Yue.

She had to think of a way to ease the relationship between the two.

It's not for Qingqing to forgive Aunt Yue, but for Qingqing to accept this maternal love.

A person's life is very short, but to live to old age and experience so many ups and downs, it seems very long, extremely long.

If there is not enough love to support in the heart, how lonely a person is.

"Qingqing." Ji Xun called to the girl in front of him.

Wen Renqing's long eyelashes trembled twice, and he paused.

Ji Xun's voice was gentle and sweet: "After I went home last time, I watched the tutorial on how to make egg tarts, but I didn't have suitable baking tools at home. Can I try it with you?"

Although this request came suddenly, Wen Renqing nodded without thinking: "Yes."

There are all tools and raw materials on the cooking table in the kitchen, and Ji Xun finds out the necessary ingredients and accessories one by one.

Wen Renqing didn't go back to her room, but leaned against the door, looking down at her busy work.

When the little girl put on a posture to make desserts, she looked quite decent.Put on your apron, wash your hands with soap...

Old Zhang in the kitchen wanted to help, but Ji Xun thanked him sweetly: "No need for Uncle Zhang, I will try it myself."

Lao Zhang turned his head to look at his young lady, and seeing Wen Renqing nodding his head, he stopped insisting on helping.

When you say you want to make egg tarts, you mean it!

The little elf followed the simple steps he remembered before, pouring pure milk into the container, adding sugar and stirring, and breaking in eggs...

The egg tart liquid is milky white and slightly yellowish. At this point, everything is ready and it is only a matter of time.

After sending the egg tart into the oven, Ji Xun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There seems to be nothing wrong with the process just now, I hope the taste will not be too bad.

She was a little apprehensive, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that Qingqing was still leaning against the door, looking at herself with that indescribably deep gaze.

"Am I clumsy?" Ji Xun smiled embarrassedly.

Wen Renqing moved his eyes away, and his long eyelashes drooped to cover the emotions in his eyes: "No."

She just felt that when there were little liars in this house, it seemed warm and popular.

The monotonous life of more than ten years, even the minutes and seconds of living in this house in every plot review in the past, because the figure of the little liar at this time has become...

She closed her eyes, turned around, and clenched her fingertips to restrain herself.

Sometimes, she really wants to hold the little bird in her hand forever.Better not to fly or land elsewhere.

Only by her side.

This dark, suffocating, paranoid desire that cannot be tolerated by the light almost made her bite her lip to suppress it.

"Qingqing?"

Ji Xun took off her apron, took two more cups of hot water, and walked around the cooking table.

Wen Renqing opened his eyes, and there was no trace of the oppression in his eyes anymore, they were clear and deep, and only tenderness remained.

People who are good at restraint, if they want to pretend, they can not show the slightest clues and lies.

She hides impeccably, and the little liar knows nothing.

Only Doudou in Ji Xun's mind seemed to feel something and shivered.

Wen Renqing drank the warm water, raised his eyes and stared at it inadvertently, and Doudou immediately closed his eyes to be quiet.

Ji Xun leaned over, took out his mobile phone and introduced Wen Renqing to the newly downloaded mini-game.

"...buy a vacant lot, and then build different rooms according to your ideas, plant plants and shops, etc. When the manor becomes famous, it will attract agents to inspect and invest, and then expand the site and continue to grow the manor..."

All in all, this is a business simulation game that can be played stand-alone or online.

The little girl pointed her index finger on the screen, and showed Qingqing the results of her play these days while swiping.

She has planted several houses, and the plants are also planted with the cheapest maple, ginkgo and bamboo.

"It's very interesting, do you want to see it next time?"

Ji Xun strongly invites Qingqing to download it too.

When she was in the mountains before, Qingqing said that she would build a manor from a piece of land she got from her grandfather.

Ji Xun originally thought that this was the job of a designer. She is not a professional, so how could she know how to plan and build.

But when she was playing this little game, seeing the lifelike scenes in the game, she suddenly had some inspiration.

"We can play online." The elf returned to the login interface and asked Qingqing to see her user name.

"You just download, register, and search for my ID. Let's form a team and build a manor together."

During the more than 20 minutes waiting for the egg tart to be baked, the small game easily passed the time.

To build a manor together requires breakthroughs, and the two online players will be randomly matched with other players by the system for online PK.

PK methods include but are not limited to small games such as Lianliankan and finding faults.

The group with the least time wins and can successfully unlock a level, then get the materials needed to build the manor, and start building the house.

When unlocking the first house, Ji Xun blinked to encourage his friend: "We are so fast. The first nest has been built."

The word "we" is pleasant to hear.

The corners of Wen Renqing's mouth curled up, she didn't say anything, but it made people feel that she was in a good mood.

Ji Xun suddenly said: "Qingqing, you see that to build a house in the game, you have to work together and defeat others in order to collect materials. Is life more difficult than games?"

Wen Renqing paused with his fingertips, and gave her a meaningful look: "What do you want to say?"

She could hear the meaning in the little liar's words, like a preschool teacher patiently guiding her, starting from playing games, complimenting her every now and then.

Ji Xun made a move, and felt a little shy when he was clearly seen of his intentions, but he sorted out his thoughts and continued.

"No, I just had a sudden impression. No matter what you play in the game, if the result is not satisfactory, you can cancel the account and start over for the second time, or the third time, until it is perfect."

Wen Renqing's face remained unchanged, his long eyelashes were dark and dense: "So?"

Ji Xun's voice weakened, but he said bravely: "Our life is not like a game. There is a second and third chance to overthrow everything and start over again. And people are not perfect, so it is easy to do things that I regret .So…"

The phrase on her lips, "Auntie Yue has done wrong in the past, but she wants to make up for it later, can she also get a chance?" But she couldn't say it for a long time.

Why.She's just awful.

This is Qingqing's private matter, maybe she shouldn't intervene at all.

For those who have hurt themselves, others always comfort them so generously, "forgive her".

But I can't forgive that it's all pure freedom and choice.

Ji Xun shut his mouth, pulled out a sweet smile, and changed the subject naturally: "It's nothing, I just want to say, since your grandfather gave you the land, and you want to make it into a manor, maybe we can refer to the game, or There are suggestions from professionals to design well.”

call.She let out a breath, thinking that she shouldn't have shown anything strange, right?The ending is not too abrupt, is it?

Ding!

The countdown for the oven is over.

Ji Xun quit the game: "I'll go see how the egg tarts are doing."

Wen Renqing put down the phone and looked up at her back.

The little girl wears gloves and takes the egg tart out of the oven.The skin is fair, and when he leans over, a strand of black hair falls to cover the tender white ears.

That figure is quiet and beautiful.

Wen Renqing walked over, she supported the table with one hand, and when Ji Xun picked up an egg tart and fanned it with her hands to cool it down, she said abruptly, "What did you want to say just now?"

She knew that the little liar had planned to say something else.But I don't know why the words came to my lips and changed the content.

Ji Xun reacted for a second, and when he raised his eyes, he met those red and phoenix eyes.

She almost drowned in the deep eyes of the other party, like falling into the sea of ​​stars, unable to wake up.

"What..." she repeated slowly.

Wen Renqing sighed, pinched her small chin with his slender fingers, and looked at her deeply: "Can't you remember? I'll give you time to remember."

Her patience was always harsh and stingy towards others, but when she met a little liar, in the short and long ten years, what she boiled a frog in warm water turned into tolerance.

She is always angry with Ji Xun.

The distance between the two of them was so close that the hot air they exhaled when they spoke could almost fall on their faces.

Holding the egg tart, Ji Xun blinked her black and white almond eyes, a little unsure: "Did you see it?"

Qingqing saw just now that she had something to say?

Wen Renqing stared at her: "Yes."

"Then...then I said it?" Ji Xun was encouraged, and suddenly had the courage to speak again.

Wen Renqing nodded: "Yeah." "I made egg tarts, and the portions are a bit big, the two of us can't finish it. Why don't you accompany me upstairs to deliver to Aunt Yue and Sister Xiaocui?"

The little liar lowered his voice, his watery eyes were pitiful: "I dare not go by myself."

yes.She made egg tarts today because she wanted to let Qingqing go upstairs to see Aunt Yue under the pretext of asking someone to taste them.

I just said so many reasons, but I actually wanted to persuade Qingqing by beating around the bush.However, she suddenly felt that she was not qualified to say these things.

She hasn't experienced everything that Qingqing has experienced, so how can she come to persuade her?

"Do you want to accompany me? Or will you send it in for me?" After she finished speaking, she lost her confidence.

Playing tricks in front of Qingqing, she must have noticed.

"If you don't want to go, then I will..."

The girl interrupted her, and said straight away: "Okay."

it is good?

The little elf lifted up his palm-sized face, his almond eyes sparkled, his delicate skin could not find any pores, it fell on Wen Renqing's palm like a piece of jade.

Her fingertips seemed to have their own consciousness, and she wanted to rub them twice, but she held back with strong self-control.

She stared at Ji Xun's slightly parted lips in surprise for half a second.

"I said yes. Good. Promise you."

Suppressing the impatience and blood swell, Wen Ren calmly repeated every word.

After Ji Xun was stunned for a few seconds, he felt Qingqing's compromise, excited and moved.

"Is it really okay?"

The purple grape-like eyes staring at you so watery, my heart can't help but melt.

Wen Renqing pursed his lips tightly, and the hand hanging by his side clenched his fingers uncomfortably.

Her throat was hard and her words were short: "Yes."

She could feel that the reason behind the little liar's painstaking efforts to stay, making egg tarts and playing games to reason, was out of concern.

She is not made of iron, of course she will be moved.

Even if she has long been like a black lotus inside, it is not easy to change the character and cognition formed in the long plot world for some trivial matter.

Frozen three feet is not a day's cold, she has no nostalgia and needs for family affection.

But she gradually developed a greater desire for another emotion.

That kind of emotion, only a little liar can give.

So at the beginning, she was willing to be the one who compromised a little more.

The two went upstairs to deliver egg tarts, and Ji Xun watched Qingqing knock on Aunt Yue's bedroom door.

It was Xiaocui who opened the door, and Wen Renqing took the egg tart in Ji Xun's hand with a blank expression and handed it over.

The egg tarts were still steaming, Wen Renqing lowered his eyes to look at them, and suddenly said to Xiao Cui: "Send it in, don't waste it."

This is something her little liar made with his own hands.

Snow Mountain is extremely possessive, even a small egg tart is a bit stingy to give away.

Xiaocui was taken aback by Miss Wenren's eyes.

The lady's eyes are really sharp.

After a while, she came to her senses and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll take it in and give it to Madam, and tell her to eat it while it's hot."

The madam was a little frightened when she heard that the young lady was about to have an accident, so she rushed downstairs in a hurry.

But I didn't expect that it would be such an embarrassing scene when I went downstairs. At this moment, my wife was shutting herself in the room, sullen and uncomfortable.

It must be due to Miss Xun that Miss can come up at this time, no matter what, this is already a kind of silent concern.Madame will definitely feel better.

She looked at Ji Xun with grateful eyes.

Received this look, Ji Xun pursed his lips and smiled.

Regardless of whether Qingqing and Aunt Yue can restore the normal relationship between mother and daughter in the future, at least today, Qingqing has taken the first step.

Xiaocui obviously thought of getting together with Ji Xun, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, Miss Xun really has a delicate mind.

It's no wonder that for so many years, Miss Wenren has such a cold personality but puts her in her heart alone.

Wen Renqing saw it in her eyes, her eyes darkened, she turned around and pulled the little girl away, "Let's go."

She didn't like the little liar laughing at anyone but herself.

Morbid disgust.Morbidly like.Morbid cover-up.

After the winter vacation, Ji's father, who has been busy all the time, suddenly received a strange call.

"Uncle Ji, it's me. I'm Xia Yiliang."

The voice on the other end paused: "It's also Jiao Dazhuang."

This name made Ji Mingliang suddenly realize.

In the coffee shop, Ji Mingliang looked at the young man sitting across from him, and after a while, he sighed, "The last time I saw you seemed to be a few years ago. How have you been these past few years?"

Xia Yiliang looked much taller than before, just looking at his appearance, he was almost a different person from the little fat man who had just been taken to Ji's house.

It is completely unrecognizable.

There was hostility between the young man's brows, and his words were straight to the point: "Uncle Ji, you said back then that I could ask you for help if I need it, is that still true?" Ji Mingliang frowned indistinctly, and nodded: "What do you mean?" number. "

From the looks of it, the child's life in Xia's family has not been very good for the past few years.

If Da Zhuang hadn't insisted on recognizing his biological father back then, since he was entrusted by his friend, he would definitely raise Da Zhuang.

Xia Yiliang was silent for a moment, and then slowly revealed his purpose for asking the other party to meet today.

"...The situation is like this. Although I have been back to Xia's family for several years, my father has no intention of announcing my identity to the public... When I become an adult, I will not have a share in the company..."

Ji Mingliang listened silently, and interrupted him: "You want to leave Xia's house?"

The boy on the other side said: "No. Instead of leaving, I want to stay there openly and squarely, and take back what belongs to me and my mother."

The boy's voice was ruthless.

Ji Mingliang frowned, he really wanted to light a cigarette.

He had seen in the early years that the kid was a bit stubborn, and now it was confirmed.

He considered his words: "Da Zhuang, you will graduate in a few months. Uncle thinks, don't think about that now, and getting into a good university is what you should do."

At the beginning, he felt that Da Zhuang's biological father didn't really want to take him back.At least without guilt and sincerity.

To put it bluntly, if you want to talk about paternal love, maybe you have no blood relationship with Da Zhuang but you will remember the child's adoptive father until your death, so what you do is more competent.

Seeing what Ji Mingliang said, the young man lowered his head, sarcasm and sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

He knew that the so-called good people were simply unreliable.He has to rely on himself.

But he didn't show it on his face: "Okay, I'll listen to Uncle Ji. By the way, Uncle Ji, Ji Xun...how is she? How is she doing?"

Ji Mingliang was a little surprised that the other party would ask about his daughter.

He nodded: "Very good." But he wondered in his heart whether my daughter's health has anything to do with you.

Ji Mingliang is slow in other things, but when it comes to caring for his wife and doting on his daughter, no one can compare.

Although he respects righteousness and keeps his promise, he promised his long-dead friend to take care of Jiao Dazhuang, but when that child tends to hurt his own daughter, he will instinctively protect his own cub first.

During this meeting, Xia Yiliang's brows almost did not have the clean temperament of a boy of this age, but instead were gloomy and full of calculations.

This kid looks rebellious.

If Jiao Dazhuang hadn't given up the surname "Jiao" without hesitation, Ji Mingliang wouldn't have thought so.

The other party was so impatient to leave that even the relatives on the adoptive father's side immediately cut off contact.

When Ji Mingliang saw it, his heart turned cold after all.

Xia Yiliang didn't seem to notice the defensiveness of the old father opposite, and said abruptly: "My grades are not bad. If Ji Xun needs counseling, you can communicate with me more."

Is it true that he came to look for Ji Mingliang today to make things happen?no.

Xia Yiliang had his own plans, and his father looked down on him because he was useless.

But in the past few years, Ji's family business has become bigger and bigger, if he can get on this boat, or...

He thought of that delicate and sweet little girl back then.

If he can get married in the future, his status with his father will be different.

After hearing this, Ji Mingliang said without hesitation: "That's not necessary. My daughter is good at other things, but she has good grades. If she is willing to skip a grade, she will be admitted to college earlier than you."

Xia Yiliang, who was blocked by a word, was speechless.

The author has something to say: Father Ji: Hey, it's an accident.Both my wife and I are scumbags, and my daughter is a top student.

Doudou: Don't worry, your daughter's future partner will be the best of the best! (will still fight)

Aunt Yue: That's naturally because I raised her well. Whose daughter is as good at literature and martial arts as mine?

——The male protagonist in the original book is just a tool man, so don't panic.His troubles will only assist us Qingxun.

After all, we can't afford to be provoked, and we will become black when we are provoked.

This chapter has [-] words, and the two changes are put together~ it is two in one~