Fast time travel: the full-level heartthrob is the villain

Wen Xiaohua followed closely behind, but Jiang Po closed the door with her backhand and got stuck on the door.

Wen Xiaohua showed a face on the door: "..."

This feeling was really novel, and she was jumping back and forth in and out of the room.

Although the location of the room is in the corner, it is not cramped.

There are some girlish warmth, but the darkness is depressing.

In the darkness, a person was faintly seen lying on the bed.

Jiang Po walked over, put down the ginger soup and turned on the bedside lamp.

Under the dim light, the girl on the bed had flushed cheeks, obviously having a fever.

Seeing this, Jiang Po wanted to check her body temperature with her hand, but Wen Hua grabbed her hand vigilantly.

There seemed to be three or four people who couldn't see clearly swaying in front of him. Wen Wei wanted to kill each other with his eyes, but because of his flushed cheeks and his weak and weak appearance, he lost his lethality.

From Jiang Po's point of view, it seemed like a little kitten bared its teeth ferociously. It didn't have a deterrent effect, but the enemy was so cute by her expression.

Jiang Po couldn't help bending her lips.

The dim light shone on her body, half of her face was hidden in the darkness, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised under the light, making her alluring.

In a daze, Wen Hua only saw bright red and sexy lips.

A trace of unknown emotions entangled in the tip of my heart, quietly taking root and sprouting.

Gently taking Wen Hua's hand away, Jiang Po smoothly felt the temperature of her forehead.

A hot piece is a high fever.

The cool hand fell on the hot skin, driving away the heat from the body, so comfortable that Wen Hua couldn't help sighing, and rubbed it subconsciously.

Like a coquettish little milk cat.

"Just after soaking in cold water for a while, I developed a high fever. My physique is really poor."

With a soft voice, Jiang Po withdrew her hand, turned around and entered the bathroom to fetch a basin of water.

After taking care of her for an hour, her body temperature finally dropped a lot.

He went out the door with the bowl, turned around and saw a person standing in the corridor.

The light was on in the corridor. The man was wearing a wine red silk suspender nightgown with thick and fluffy waves. Even without makeup, he was charming and sexy.

It was not at all apparent that she was a woman with a daughter who was about to grow up.

She is Wen Hua's mother, Xu Luoyue.

Xu Luoyue didn't expect to meet her, let alone that she would come out of Wen Hua's room, so she couldn't help but look at Jiang Po a few more times.

Slowly arranging the somewhat messy dress with one hand, when Xu Luoyue turned to leave, Jiang Po stopped her, "Mrs. Wen."

Seeing her stop, Jiang Po continued: "Huanhua has a high fever, why don't you go and see her?"

Xu Luoyue didn't turn around, her voice was cold, without the tone that a mother should have, "Didn't you take good care of me? I'm not a doctor, so what's the use of going there."

"It's just a fever, but it won't die."

Saying that, Xu Luoyue left without staying any longer.

Looking at her leaving back, Jiang Po's expression was obscure.

After a while, she went downstairs, seeming to sigh, "What a poor person." But a poor person must have something to hate.

It seems to be talking about the poor girl in the room, it seems to be talking about her, it seems to be talking about myself, and it seems that everyone has said it.

……

The lights were turned off, and the corridor was plunged into darkness. Wen Xiaohua stood in the corridor blankly, feeling bitter in her heart.

Is she that unpopular?

Even if the person on the bed is not me anymore.

Walking into the room unconsciously, her mother was already lying on the bed.

I'm really not worried about Wen Hua's situation. I work and rest very healthy as usual, and I take a rest when the time comes.

It was expected, but it still hurts.

Father Wen and Xu Luoyue began to live in separate rooms many years ago.

If it weren't for the fact that the family was too involved, and the cooperation would be severed, they would have divorced long ago and lived their own lives.

The years had not marked her face, and she looked like a woman in her early twenties.

There are only a few possibilities for a woman of her age to maintain this state.

One is rich but not married, chic and comfortable.

One is that her husband dotes on her, and she is still a young girl.

And Xu Luoyue is half of the two.

Married and rich, the husband doesn't care, doesn't worry about the children, and is chic and at ease.

Wen Xiaohua stared at her sleeping face, feeling sore in her heart.

She doesn't think such a mother is bad, but she hopes that her mother can keep her eyes on her.

Even if only for a second.

What child does not long for the care of his parents.

She knew that half of her father's blood flowed in her body, so the mother's hatred of her father was also transferred to her body.

Dependence from childhood, perseverance after being pushed away, to hard work and understanding, and finally all thoughts are silent, living in your own world.

She knew that no matter how she behaved, she would never get a look from her, let alone she was so mediocre.

Distraught, Wen Xiaohua didn't want to stay any longer, so she wandered into a room unsteadily.

As soon as she passed through the wall, Wen Xiaohua froze.

In the white and clean bathroom, mist filled with mist, among which stood a woman with half-disgusted clothes.

Almost instantly, Wen Xiaohua blushed from the neck to the neck, and exited the room excitedly.

Although he didn't see everything clearly, the slender and tender waist that flashed by flashed in his mind non-stop.

Wen Xiaohua covered her face in shame and indignation.

Wake up, what she has, you also have.

Jiang Po continued to move as if nothing had happened.

Laughing to death, she has such a good figure, she doesn't even close the door when she takes a shower.

Big woman, afraid of who will peep.

[Wow, host, you actually have abdominal muscles. 】

Jiang Po: "..."

In the next second, a long sword appeared in the system space, spinning and jumping wantonly in it.

Bang Bang Bang a few times, chopping up the fluttering code.

Terrified, 001 hastily put away the other codes in the space, and blocked Jiang Po by the way.

Realizing that 001 had lost contact with her, Jiangpo shook her head.

Good bt system, actually peeping.

After taking a comfortable bath, Jiang Po noticed that Wen Xiaohua was huddled somewhere in a daze, so she didn't pay any more attention.

She fell asleep as soon as she lay down on the bed, and after a few breaths, she fell asleep.

How many people can sleep this night.

"Pepper."

"Pepper."

"Pepper!"

In the dense peach blossom forest, the peach blossoms are like fire, and the branches of the bouquet are alternately thick and light, weaving a brocade of flowers.

The voice gradually approached, and Jiang Po looked back.

A handsome man stood not far away.

He stands like Yushu Zhilan, dressed in a white robe, handsome and extraordinary.

"Poppo, you have admired the peach blossoms so much that you have forgotten the time." The man looked at her helplessly and dotingly, "I prepared hot pot, let's go back and eat together."

Jiang Po was indifferent, "I won't return, the new season has begun, and I want to become the number one in the national server."

The man's gentle face a second ago turned cold in an instant, "Poppo, be obedient, come back with me."

Rolling her eyes without grace, Jiang Po said disdainfully, "Catch me if you have the ability."

Yoyo woke up from the dream, Jiang Po stared at herself in the mirror with dark eyes.

Her soul has a brand, as long as the soul is immortal, no matter where she is, the other party can find her.

In the end, he changed another plane, and within a day, he was found by the other party and entered her dream.

Can't get rid of this...