One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

Chapter 170: The script taken at the same table is wrong (9)

Chapter 170 The script taken at the same table is wrong (9)

Jiang Luomu said carefully: "Thank you for a trip."

"It's not troublesome." Lingqiong had a slight smile on her face, and her voice was soft: "We are at the same table, we should help each other."

Only Lingqiong in the ward, Jiang Luomu did not see anyone else.

He turned his homework, his thoughts were a little erratic.

"are you hungry?"

Jiang Luomu shook his head.

Lingqiong asked again: "Then do you want to drink water?"

Jiang Luomu still shook his head.

Click ——

The door of the ward was pushed open. Jiang's mother came in from the outside. Seeing Jiang Luomu was awake, she immediately showed a relieved smile.

"Luomu woke up."

Lingqiong got up and greeted Jiang’s mother politely.

Jiang's mother quickly said: "I can't trouble you to take a trip, no need to stand, sit down."

Jiang's mother was in the ward when Lingqiong came, and the two had met before.

"Mom brought you a change of clothes." Mother Jiang put down the things, "Then you talk, mom will come in later."

"Thank you." Jiang Luomu was polite.

Mother Jiang wanted to say that they shouldn't be so polite, but finally swallowed back and left the room.

Lingqiong made sure that the door was closed, and leaned over to his hand, “I’ll tell you that it’s good to be sick.”

"……"

How does this sound weird?

This illness did make him feel different.

He didn’t experience it after he came here, but he yearned for it...

But...

"Illness will delay my study."

His progress was originally different from that of Xingwang. He was ill again, and he didn't know if he could keep up.

He didn't dare to get sick before.

Because it will cost money, it will delay learning progress.

The little girl patted her chest, "It's okay, I will teach you."

"???"

Several question marks slowly appeared on Jiang Luomu's head.

He never saw her in class, and the teacher didn't care about her, as long as she didn't make any movement, she could do anything.

How to teach him?

Lingqiong saw Jiang Luomu’s doubts, “I have finished my course at home. Don’t worry, this problem can be solved.”

Jiang Luomu forgot, asking a family tutor for a wealthy kid is as easy as drinking water.

She does not come to school to attend classes, it does not mean that she has not studied.

"You... won't you go back?"

"It's too early." Ling Qiong looked at the time, "Anyway, I will be home alone when I go back. It's meaningless."

"where is your family?"

"Busy fighting for favor and power."

Jiang Luomu: "..."

...

Jiang Luomu made up the content that was left today, he found that Lingqiong did not just talk about it, she did know this.

Her voice is sweet and soft, not the kind of babble, it sounds crisp and sweet, listening to her talk, the whole person is soaked in a honey jar.

"Wrong written."

Jiang Luomu returned to his senses, crossed out the answer, and wrote the correct answer.

"If you are tired, take a rest." Lingqiong was very considerate, "I will tell you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Can't I be discharged yet?"

"You have to live for a few more days to make your parents feel bad." Lingqiong said: "You can't be discharged so quickly."

"I……"

"Student Jiang, you have to fight for what should be yours. Jiang Qing has taken your place. Don't be so generous."

In the changed life, Jiang Qing was not wrong.

Because he didn't drop the package by himself.

But after the incident was exposed, the real son of the family came back. Jiang Qing did not feel that he had enjoyed it for so many years because it was someone else’s life.

Instead, he thinks that Jiang Luomu's appearance has caused a change in his life, and he shouldn't appear.

What I think about every day is how to frame the master, and make the Jiang family hate the master, that’s his fault.

Jiang Luomu pinched the pen, his fingertips turned white, "Do you know something about me...well?"

No one outside knows who he is...Why does she know so much?

"Hmm...know some."

Jiang Luomu put down the pen, put his hands under the small table, hung his eyelashes, and whispered: "I... live in a poor place. I can't adapt to the life of the Jiang family."

Since he came to Jiang’s house, he seemed to have drawn a line with this world, and that line clearly marked his incompatibility.

He does not understand the rules of the rich, nor does he understand what they say.

Every time he mustered up his courage and tried to communicate with them, Jiang Qing would suddenly appear, interrupting him for various reasons, or using excuses to pull them away.

Every time he is like someone from the Jiang family.

He doesn’t belong there...

He never told anyone about these things.

Because he doesn’t know who to talk to.

Lingqiong: "Baby, don't worry, I will help you in the future, everything that belongs to you will be yours."

Jiang Luomu's attention was behind, "Why are you helping me?"

"You look so good."

Jiang Luomu Yuguang caught a glimpse of the reflection on the glass, the boy wearing a striped medical suit, with a little sickness and a little haggard.

The bangs are too long, blocking the eyes, and it looks a little gloomy.

Does look good?

In the previous place, because of this appearance, it was often said that he looked like a girl, and he was scolded in secret.

There are even some worse...

Jiang Luomu doesn't really like this look of herself.

Now someone said, because he looks good, so help him...

...

Lingqiong stayed until ten o'clock in the evening, and Mo Yan came in and urged her several times before she left the ward.

Jiang Mu waited for Lingqiong to leave, and came in with hot porridge.

"Let’s eat something."

"You haven't left yet?" Jiang Luomu was a little surprised.

"What are you talking about, child." Jiang's mother put down the porridge, "You are sick like this, where can I go."

"……"

When he first arrived at Jiang’s house, he might have been ill once because of a change of environment and a group of strangers.

But that time...

no one knows.

No one cares about him.

At this time, after Jiang's mother was busy, Jiang Luomu felt unreal.

It seems that these will disappear at any time, but it is his imagination.

"The girl named Gu just now, how long have you known each other?"

Jiang Luomu shook his head, "It didn't take long."

"She is a caretaker. If you can, you should not get too close to her. Of course, mother is not interfering with you in making friends, just reminding you."

"……"

Father Jiang asked him to get along well with her.

Jiang's mother told him not to get too close to her.

Jiang Luomu boldly asked: "Why?"

"Gu's family is very complicated." Jiang's mother shook her head, "Mom will talk to you in detail in the future, so you should take care of your illness first."

Changing to Jiang Qing will pester Jiang’s mother.

But he is not Jiang Qing, he can't say those things.

Jiang's mother put the porridge in front of Jiang Luomu, "This seafood porridge will not taste good when it is cold. Let's drink the porridge first."

...

the other side.

Jiang Qing was lying on the hospital bed with an ugly expression, and his life assistant was standing next to him.

"Where is my mother?"

The life assistant replied nervously: "The wife is with the young master."

"……"

Master...

Jiang Qing heard this, as if someone set a fire in his heart.

Jiang Qing threw everything on the bed to the ground.