Can I still save it? [Transmigration Book]

After the final exams, the school is on summer vacation.

The hardware store was too busy for one person, so the couple discussed it and finally decided to take Lu Tao's mother over to take care of Su Yunjing.

Su Yunjing's physical condition is not very good, and he may fall ill at any time, so someone must watch him.

The summer vacation gave Su Yunjing a lot of freedom. In the past, because he had to go to school, he could only deliver one meal to Fu Hanzhou every day.

Now he can deliver lunch and dinner to Fu Hanzhou.

Su Yunjing did his homework in the morning, took a nap with his grandma in the afternoon, and went to the orphanage to find Fu Hanzhou when it got cooler at four o'clock. Grandma enjoyed the shade with other people in the shade at the entrance of the orphanage.

Fu Hanzhou doesn't like others to touch him. His hair grows longer and longer, and now it is almost covering his eyes.

Su Yunjing really couldn't stand it.

Although this guy is like a piece of ice jade, even in the summer, he doesn't feel sticky and warm.

But with such long hair, there is no shape yet, and it doesn't look refreshing at all.

Su Yunjing gave him two choices, either to tie his hair with a rubber band, or he used the scissors to cut Fu Hanzhou shorter.

Xiao Kujiao is somewhat of an idol burden, he doesn't trust Su Yunjing's skills, so he chooses to tie his hair up.

Su Yunjing found a thin black rubber band for Fu Hanzhou from Song Wenqian's dressing table.

Although Fu Hanzhou didn't let him cut it, he let Su Yunjing touch his hair.

Su Yunjing started to tie a small ball head on Fu Hanzhou's head, finally showing his plump and smooth forehead.

Fu Hanzhou's facial features are very beautiful, like finely carved jade.

The lines of eyebrows and eyes are graceful and beautiful, the wings of the nose are delicate and white, and the lips are thin and beautiful.

He already had a bit of a woman's appearance, but when he combed his hair up and a few locks of hair hung on his forehead, he looked even more beautiful and elegant.

"Very beautiful." Su Yunjing praised him sincerely.

No wonder women always say that maternal love is overflowing. Seeing Fu Hanzhou like this, Su Yunjing finally understood.

However, Fu Hanzhou didn't like this compliment. He frowned and glanced coldly at Su Yunjing with his dark eyes.

Su Yunjing was not angry, but asked him with a smile, "Do you want to eat? I'll ask my grandma to make it for you."

Fu Hanzhou likes to eat Xiaolongbao made by Song Wenqian.

But the words rolled around on the tip of my tongue, and finally became, "Fish."

It was rare that Fu Hanzhou ordered a meal, and Su Yunjing immediately assured that there would be no problem. After all, carp is very cheap.

Cheap is cheap, but there are more fish bones.

On the dinner table at home, in order to maintain the personality of a child, the original owner's mother and grandmother picked the fishbone for him.

When Fu Hanzhou arrived, Su Yunjing wanted to take care of him.

After the hands and feet became smaller, the limbs were not coordinated, so Su Yunjing took the small chopsticks to pick and prick.

On his nostrils, there was a dense layer of tiny beads of sweat.

In fact, Fu Hanzhou did it on purpose, deliberately tormenting Su Yunjing.

But seeing him looking for fishbone seriously, Fu Hanzhou pursed his lips, and his eyelashes drooped and rested on his eyelids.

There was a rare hint of confusion in those pitch-black eyes.

Half a month has passed since the summer vacation.

Song Wenqian's uncle's family wanted to hire a daughter, so they took Su Yunjing back home, leaving Lu Tao alone to look after the shop.

Before leaving, Su Yunjing told Fu Hanzhou to have dinner at the orphanage at noon, and he wanted to go back to his grandma's house.

The plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and Song Wenqian hadn't returned to her natal home for a long time.

In addition, the next day was the original owner's uncle's birthday, so we stayed overnight.

Su Yunjing didn't tell Fu Hanzhou that he wasn't going back at night, and he didn't know if Fu Hanzhou could have dinner at night.

The more he thought about Su Yunjing, the more worried he became, so he called the orphanage office with Song Wenqian's mobile phone.

After connecting over there, Su Yunjing heard the other party's voice, "Is it Aunt Chen? I'm Lu Jiaming, can you ask Fu Hanzhou to answer the call?"

Su Yunjing often came to the orphanage and became familiar with the staff in the orphanage.

He was calling from a landline, and Aunt Chen went out and called Fu Hanzhou in.

Back and forth, 2 minutes passed.

Fu Hanzhou picked up the receiver and hummed, indicating that he was listening.

Su Yunjing, "I'm going to spend the night at my grandma's house tonight, and I don't think I'll be able to go back until the next afternoon. Don't wait for me at night, eat at the orphanage."

"Be active when cooking, don't be the last one to eat."

Su Yunjing babbled for a long time, and finally returned Xiao Kujiao's words, yes.

"Mingming, where are you? Did you take my phone?"

Hearing Song Wenqian's voice, Su Yunjing stopped nagging, "I'm dead, my mother is looking for me."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Fu Hanzhou to say anything, he hung up the phone.

A disconnected beep sounded from the receiver, but Fu Hanzhou didn't put the phone down.

After a while, Aunt Chen saw that Fu Hanzhou had been silent. She looked down and saw that the time and date had already been displayed on the landline.

"Didn't you hang up the phone? Why are you still holding it?" Aunt Chen took the phone from Fu Hanzhou's hand and put it back.

Fu Hanzhou didn't speak, turned and left the office.

Communication is not very convenient now.

In the real world where Su Yunjing lives, five-year-old children all have mobile phones.

Although they may have been eliminated by their parents, they still have one.

It would be great if he and Fu Hanzhou each had a mobile phone, so that they can be contacted immediately if there is anything to do.

Fu Hanzhou is a very sensitive child, he is more insecure than ordinary people.

Su Yunjing pressed his temples with some headache.

The owner of this body master is too young, and Su Yunjing can't decide many things.

More importantly, he was not in good health, so Su Yunjing was even more restrained.

The next day was the original owner's uncle's birthday, and the original owner's two aunts came with their children.

The whole family had a lively reunion dinner.

Looking at her daughter who was getting thinner and thinner, the eyes of the original owner's grandmother turned a little red.

"Qian'er, you should have another child now while you're young. We're not saying to be on guard. When Yang Yang grows up, there will be someone who can discuss things."

The original owner has been weak and sick since he was a child, and Song Wenqian and his wife have worried about him these years.

They don't have enough energy to take care of one child, let alone another one.

But not afraid of [-], just in case, saying that there is nothing to guard against, but in fact, they are afraid that the original owner will leave, and the young couple will collapse.

"My mother and I have the same idea. You can get another one. You may be tired now, but when you get old, you will know that it is good for you." The eldest brother of the Song family interjected.

Upon hearing this, Song Wenqian looked at Su Yunjing nervously, "Don't say this in front of the children."

Su Yunjing was very embarrassed.

But it's not easy for him to show it, so he can only pretend to watch TV dramas, as if he didn't hear what they were talking about.

Song Wenqian breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking a chance, Su Yunjing slipped away from the dinner table.

He didn't know where the real Lu Jiaming had gone, the system didn't tell him, and he couldn't contact the system now.

Now that things have come to this, Su Yunjing can only bite the bullet and continue to be Lu Jiaming.

When Su Yunjing was about to go out to take a breath, he passed by the original owner's cousin's room and heard a phone call inside.

He took a step.