Ying Shao is a Girl

Ying Junchu's pupils narrowed slightly.

The young man opened his mouth slightly and said something to her softly.

There was a roar in her ears, and she couldn't hear what the boy was saying.

Don't hear it.

She frowned slightly.

wait?

In the haze, she could only read one word from his mouth.

What are you waiting for?

The blue eyes of the young man in white who looked like an immortal were full of smiles.

He smiled at her.

The young man's figure gradually became blurry again, turning into starlight little by little.

Is he disappearing?

She reached out to grab him.

There was a "bang" sound.

The sound of plates hitting the floor.

The sound broke through her strange dream.

Ying Junchu suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.

Drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

She pinched her eyebrows.

Every time she had these strange dreams, she felt distressed.

Real and confusing.

It's really baffling.

If she felt right, the sound came from the kitchen.

She turned her head and looked towards the kitchen, which was not closed.

The young man was dressed in white.

Dreams and reality overlap.

Ling Yiche stood there in a daze as if he had lost his soul. There was a pile of white porcelain plate fragments lying on the wooden floor.

Ying Junchu immediately stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

The young man was unaware that there was a person standing next to him.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing his appearance, Ying Junchu couldn't help but lower his voice.

A cold voice jumped into the young man's ears.

With a jolt, he came back to his senses.

He found Ying Junchu's deep and narrow peach blossom eyes staring at him.

Her face was expressionless.

He must have made too much noise and woke her up.

I feel regretful in my heart.

A trace of panic flashed in Ling Yiche's eyes, "Nothing, I'm sorry, Mr. Ying, it was my clumsiness that disturbed you!"

The young man was very embarrassed and hurriedly squatted on the ground to collect the broken pieces of the porcelain plate on the ground.

"Don't move, someone will come and clean it later."

Ying Junchu couldn't help but pick up the person on the ground.

Ling Yiche nodded quickly, he didn't care about that much now.

He looked at a loss.

"What's wrong?" Ying Junchu rarely repeated a sentence.

"My mother is sick, can I take leave and go over now?"

The young man's tone was urgent, his eyes were slightly red, and he was very worried.

A neighbor who had been helped by Ling Yiche just called him and told him that Shao Yun suddenly fainted and the neighbor helped him to the hospital.

"I'll see you off." The matter was urgent, and Ling Yiche didn't refuse too much.

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The atmosphere in the car was delicate. The young man was restless in the car and clenched his clothes tightly with his hands.

Nervous and worried.

He said nothing and stared straight ahead.

It was the peak period when students were finishing school and office workers were getting off work. There was a constant flow of vehicles and people coming and going in the Imperial City, making it very crowded.

The traffic police on the highway directed the passing vehicles, and the progress was very slow.

The young man's delicate face was frowned and filled with worry.

What should I do?

At this driving speed, when can we get to the hospital?

Ying Junchu glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

He said expressionlessly: "Fasten your seat belt."

Ling Yiche was a little confused. He lowered his head and glanced at himself.

When he got into the car, he was in such a hurry and was distracted that he forgot to fasten his seat belt.

Ying Junchu checked through the rearview mirror to confirm that Ling Yiche had fastened his seat belt.

As soon as she stepped on the accelerator, the car reached its fastest speed.

The black car sped towards the direction of the hospital like an arrow.

"Hey! Who is that? Running so fast! Come back..."

The traffic police uncle opened his eyes and saw clearly the logo and license plate number of the speeding car.

He who originally shouted loudly suddenly fell silent.

The traffic police uncle is a discerning person.

That black car is a limited edition, with only five in the world.

Except for people from the five top aristocratic families in the imperial capital, who can afford it?

cough.

Not to be offended.

The traffic police uncle stopped staring at Ying Junchu's car and turned back to direct other vehicles.

I comforted myself in my heart.

This is not cowardice!

This is just from the heart.