After marrying a wealthy vegetative person Chongxi[Transmigration Book]

Noisy voices came from all directions, Jin Miao's ears were buzzing, his temples were throbbing with dull pain, and a strange figure flashed past the corner of his eyes, followed by a series of jolts that made people almost vomit.

"Today is your last day here, no matter what you do, no one will care about you."

This is where?

The sharp braking sound almost pierced Jin Miao's eardrums. Before he could react, he was suddenly pushed from behind, caught off guard, and staggered out of the car.

Before Jin Miao could turn around, the car door closed with a bang, leaving a row of unpleasant exhaust fumes, and sped away as if avoiding the plague god.

Many clips flashed in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern. Jin Miao rubbed his swollen forehead, subconsciously blocked the sun with his hands, and looked ahead:

A magnificent and luxurious Western-style manor, with a prominent red lantern hung on both sides of the hollow iron gate, with a big "囍" written on it.

"Welcome Mr. Jin. His surname is Yan. He is the housekeeper of the Huo Mansion. It's an honor to meet you."

The butler in a tuxedo stood upright. He had been waiting at the gate half an hour ago, and he had witnessed the scene just now, so he greeted calmly:

"Come across the brazier first, please. The master is waiting in the back garden. Please allow me to take you there."

No one knew that the real "Jin Miao" had hit his head in the car and died unexpectedly.

Now this Jin Miao, who died in the defense of an unknown ancient city not long ago, did not expect to open his eyes and become a modern person.

According to the memory of the original owner, he was "sold" to Huo's family for a happy occasion, and today happened to be his big day.

Walking forward like a puppet, Jin Miao didn't say a word, and quickly weighed in his heart:

This is a detached house in the middle of the mountain, and he is not familiar with the place, so he has no choice but to pretend to be obedient.

The housekeeper led Jin Miao along the tree-lined road next to the gate, through a glass greenhouse full of spring, and suddenly saw:

The blue sky, the green grass, the sparkling lake in the distance, the tranquility contains vitality, the uneasiness or apprehension that bothered Jin Miao just now was blown away by the gentle breeze blowing in front of him.

"Is there something wrong with Mr. Jin?"

Stopping at the edge of the garden, the housekeeper politely made a "please gesture". Seeing Jin Miao standing still, he lowered his head and coughed softly, reminding in a low voice:

"Master is over there."

"Ok."

After regaining consciousness, Jin Miao followed his gaze and looked at the old man sitting in front of the golden nanmu tea table in the courtyard.

About seven or eighty years old, dressed in a dark gray Tai Chi suit, with silver hair all over his head, he seemed unaware of the arrival of the housekeeper and Jin Miao, and only stared at the chess game on the table with piercing eyes.

After arranging her clothes, Jin Miao walked steadily to Mr. Huo, bowed and said hello:

"Hello, Grandpa Huo, Xiaosheng, no, I'm Jinmiao."

He started from scratch at the age of 16, and founded the Huo Group at the age of 30. After Huo Xiaoyun has been in the shopping malls for more than [-] to [-] years, he planned to hand over the property to his only son Huo Yihai to support his life; unfortunately, Huo Yihai's business skills are mediocre. Her private life is in a mess, and there are constant gossips, which have repeatedly damaged the Huo family's reputation.

Huo Xiaoyun had no choice but to pin the hope of family business development on his grandson. Unexpectedly, last month, Huo Xinhong, the eldest grandson who had just been the general manager of the Huo Corporation, was involved in a traffic accident and became a vegetable.

The Huo family tried all kinds of methods, even Chongxi's low-level method, just hoping that Huo Xinhong could wake up as soon as possible, which shows how much Huo Xiaoyun values ​​this grandson.

"Sorry to meet in this form."

According to the etiquette, Huo Xiaoyun took the tea offered by Jin Miao, raised his hand to let him sit down, his eyes slowly swept across his face, he has undergone great changes in his later years, this old man is still as stable as Mount Tai despite raising his hand feeling:

"Just call me grandpa. We will be a family from now on, so you don't need to see outsiders like this."

Even though he has experienced countless lives and deaths in his previous life, it is still difficult for Jin Miao to describe the feeling of being scrutinized by Huo Xiaoyun. There is no hostility, but he feels the oncoming coercion.

"Take it, I hope you can bring joy to the Huo family..."

Taking out a red envelope from his sleeve, Huo Xiaoyun held Jin Miao's hand, solemnly placed it in his hand, and told him unhurriedly:

"I know more or less about your family's situation. If you have anything to say, you can tell me directly."

Jin Miao obediently accepted the red envelope: "Thank you, Grandpa."

Unexpectedly, before Jin Miao said a few more words to him, Huo Xiaoyun raised his hand to signal the butler to come over, patted Jin Miao's hand, and said irresistibly:

"It's still a while before dinner, Uncle Yan, please take Xiao Miao to see Xinhong."

Yan Bo: "Yes, master."

The Huo family's mansion is magnificently decorated inside and out, with famous calligraphy and paintings hanging everywhere, and various antiques displayed, impatient to show the great financial resources of the host family.

Huo Xinhong's bedroom is on the second floor of the house. As soon as Jin Miao stepped into the door, his eyes lit up:

Different from the luxurious style on the first floor, the wallpaper in the room is pleasing beige, covered with soft plain carpets; the interior furnishings are extremely simple, a set of office desks and chairs, a set of sofa coffee table, several large bookcases full of books; What can be called gorgeous is the sandalwood carved bed in the center of the room.

Standing beside the bed was a hanging bottle for dripping, Jin Miao approached lightly, stopped at the foot of the bed, carefully looked at his sleeping "husband", and blurted out in a low voice:

"Like an ice sculpture..."

Huo Xinhong, 28 years old, male, is called "The King of Hell with a cold face" in the business world, which seems appropriate to Jin Miao.

In the photo by the bedside, the young man's deep eyes are as blue as Lake Baikal in spring, and his exotic appearance is extremely handsome, but his beautiful cherry-colored thin lips do not have any smile, just like a sculpture.

Such a good-looking person, can he just spend the rest of his life unconscious?

Thinking of this, Jin Miao was unreasonably curious:

If possible, he really wanted to see what Huo Xinhong would look like when he smiled?

Withdrawing the untimely thought, he cautiously asked the butler beside him:

"Can you tell me about his injury and what's going on now?"

"The trauma is gradually improving, and the gauze and plaster can be removed tomorrow, but because of the head injury, I don't know when I can regain consciousness."

Wiping the corners of his eyes, Yan Bo seemed to be trying his best to suppress his sadness, and said in a strong nasal voice:

"The bookshelves are full of things that the young master likes. If you don't find it troublesome, you can usually talk to him more, stimulate his nerves, or massage acupuncture points to promote blood circulation. It will be helpful."

Having said that, he showed Jin Miao three large mahogany bookcases in the room, and added:

"This is something that the young master usually likes. If you are interested, you can find out."

"Okay, thank you Uncle Yan. If you don't mind, you can also call me Xiao Miao. You are an elder. You may have many things to ask in the future. I hope Uncle Yan can give you more advice."

Sniffing while talking, Jin Miao's eyes fell on a humidifier with white mist in the corner, and he secretly cried out:

"What kind of incense is this?"

"This is 'Uressa' essential oil imported from Europe."

Although he didn't know why Jin Miao's thoughts were jumping so fast, Yan Bo's face remained calm, he turned around and took out a small brown bottle from the bookcase drawer and handed it to him, explaining:

"Someone gave it to the master last week. It can soothe the nerves and help the young master."

"Quickly withdraw."

Opening the dropper on the bottle cap, Jin Miao's eyes were sore from the smell. Fortunately, there was only a trace of peculiar smell just now, and it was more obvious now. He pinched his nose and said in a deep voice:

"Niaowu is added to this, and after smelling it for a long time, it will make people feel confused and unresponsive."

Yan Bo was stunned for a moment, he knew who the person who sent the aromatherapy was, and he was noncommittal to Jin Miao's words:

"There should be some misunderstanding here, the master will never harm the young master..."

The man on the bed wore a stiff neck collar, his head was wrapped with thick gauze, and his whole face showed only the deep and delicate facial features; his lips were slightly pale due to lack of blood, his eyes were closed, and his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if I was also troubled by something in my dream.

"What I'm saying is true!"

Jin Miao straightened his back, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stared into the eyes of the person in front of him. His voice was not loud, but his words were powerful:

"Please trust me."

Uncle Yan, who must have been in Huo's house for a long time, was shocked by Jin Miao's aura at this time, and his heart was slightly shaken.

The young man in front of him looked thin and weak, but his thick eyebrows were like two sharp swords, and his bright eyes were shining brightly, revealing a determination and sharpness that did not belong to this age.

A strange silence permeated the two of them, Jin Miao frowned tightly, one hypothesis after another flashed through his mind, seeing that Yan Bo still didn't respond, he held the brown bottle in his palm, and strode out of the house resolutely.

At this time, Yan Bo, who had always been calm, was inevitably surprised, followed closely behind him, and asked:

"Mr. Jin, where are you going?"

"Look for Grandpa Huo and talk to him face to face."

The actions of the two caused quite a commotion in Huo's house. The servants had been trained long ago not to make any fuss, but they still couldn't help pretending to clean up and secretly looked at the abnormal "groom".

"Why did you come back so soon?"

Seeing Jin Miao turning back, Huo Xiaoyun who was playing chess against him in the garden frowned faintly, suppressed his displeasure and asked:

"Uncle Yan, did you neglect Mr. Jin somewhere?"

"Don't dare,"

Being the first to answer, Jin Miao stood still in front of Huo Xiaoyun, took a deep breath, put the brown bottle in his hand on the table, and said calmly:

"Grandpa Huo, in addition to the commonly used roses, jasmine, and wormwood, this bottle of aromatherapy has also added a herb called Niaowu. Although it is not fatal in terms of weight, long-term use may cause Mr. Huo can't wake up from a long sleep."

"Bullshit!"

Leng Sensen stared at Jin Miao, Huo Xiaoyun slapped the table, the chess pieces were shaken into a mess, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he raised his voice ironically:

"What do you know?! Do you know the rules?!"

"You can ask someone to check to see if I'm lying. It's very simple, right?"

Facing Huo Xiaoyun who was like a vicious tiger, Jin Miao didn't show any trace of fear, and said calmly:

"I know that to the Huo family, I'm just a display. But since I'm currently Mr. Huo's nominal husband, and I've taken advantage of it, I naturally have to do my duty. I'm willing to guarantee the contents of this bottle with my personality. There is definitely a problem."

What he said was impartial, Huo Xiaoyun narrowed his eyes, and for the first time seriously looked at the young man in front of him:

Even in the face of high pressure, Jin Miao's gestures are unrestrained and unrestrained, which is uncommon for young people.

"Since you are willing to try any method for Mr. Huo, then, if I were you, even if there was a one in ten thousand possibility, I would investigate and find out the truth."

Carefully observing Huo Xiaoyun's reaction, coupled with the steward's hesitation just now, Jin Miao secretly guessed that the person who gave the gift must be very important. Maybe he has an unusual relationship with Huo Xiaoyun, so he gradually softened his attitude and persuaded:

"Believe it or not, according to the agreement between the Huo family and the Jin family, I am the only one who has no motive to harm Mr. Huo, and I can't escape here, so there is no need to lie."

"You don't need to go to this point."

After bowing his head to weigh for a while, Huo Xiaoyun's eyes were changing, and he finally reached out to pick up the brown bottle, without looking at Jin Miao again, and sighed:

"Okay, you go back first, how to deal with it, I have my own discretion."

Having said that, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Jin Miao, his eyes full of warning:

"Until the results are found out, no word is allowed."

Raising his chin slightly, Jin Miao met his gaze, and replied neither humble nor overbearing:

"I see."

After being rushed back to the room, Jin Miao read some news to Huo Xinhong in order to avoid suspicion, and at the same time to learn about the world secretly.

It was not until dinner time that he saw Huo Xiaoyun and Yan Bo again.

Probably because he made such a fuss on the first day when he came here, the two of them kept silent about this afternoon's episode, and it was hard for Jin Miao to ask in detail. Then go back to the room obediently.

For some reason, since Jin Miao entered the bedroom, she had a strange feeling, as if she was being watched by someone.

He turned on the player he had set up casually, intending to play the song for a while before going to bed, and the melodious music flowed in the room:

"The certain night, the night we met, there were magical broad in the air..."

The gentle moonlight filled the room, and Jin Miao, who fell asleep, did not see:

The person on the bed moved their fingers, and the eyelids that were heavily closed during the day quietly opened at this moment, the dark clouds faded from the sky, and the brilliance of stars faintly appeared in the ice-blue pupils.

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Huo Xinhong: Take a peek at my wife, she looks so healthy~

Miao Jin: (⊙o⊙)

Note: The lyrics in the article are quoted from "ANightingaleSangInBerkeleySquare (Translation: The Nightingale Sings in Berkeley Square)"

Interested little angels can go and listen~

Another: The names of aromatherapy or herbs appearing in the article are all made up by me, any similarity is purely coincidental^_^

After receiving the file, I want to ask for the advance receipt of sweet cakes (you can see it by poking into the column): "I can't leave after marrying a wealthy contract"

○Marriage first, love later, sweet pet in the next year√

Xiao Lin, the prince who traveled from ancient times to modern times with her boyfriend, was broken up tragically.

All hope was lost, Xiao Lin decided to jump off the building and die.

In the end, instead of dying, he impulsively signed a marriage contract with a young man named Yue Qin in the name of compensation for "mood".

After three months, the contract expires.

Xiao Lin was pushed down on the grass in the garden, the handsome young man triumphantly lifted his chin, and smiled wantonly: "Hey, call me brother to listen."

Everyone said that the more ruthless he is, the more he will report his flaws, and he is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

But no one knows that this vicious wolf will hold up a tender heart and place it in front of a person.

That person is Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin: Well, what was agreed, "No relationship is allowed in the contract" and "No falling in love with each other"?

Yue Qin: I regret it now, I regret it very much...

Xiao Lin: "What you regret is making me unable to walk and hoarse after one night?"

Yue Qin: "Of course not just one night! Every night!"

Xiao Lin: ...&%...&%&...%

Under the age, pretending to be fake, domineering boss [attack] X flirting with unknowingly beautiful and soft [shou] fake, chasing wife crematorium