Quick Transmigration: The Sick and Delicate Villain Has a Deep Routine

Chapter 39 With Miss Passerby A, It Will Be Strange

The driver helped Shi Jiu carry the ingredients and delivered them to her door.

Shi Jiu took the two bags of ingredients, bowed to thank him, watched the car leave, and then pressed the combination lock of the house, and said softly, "I'm back."

Lin Zi's soul condensed into a solid body, and asked, "Does Jiujiu cook a lot of dishes? Hey, what a pity, I can't even taste them."

Shi Jiu smiled when she heard the words, carried the ingredients and walked to the kitchen, Lin Apiao also floated over.

Lin Zi leaned against the cabinet, watching Shi Jiu clean the ingredients, process them, and cut them into various shapes for later use. Then he began to cook chicken soup in an orderly manner, grilled pork chops in the oven, and started cooking vegetables in a wok.

Shijiu likes to add chili or Chinese prickly ash to any dish, which is both spicy and numb.

Lin Zi watched Shi Jiu's operation with great interest, but seeing the method of sprinkling chili powder recklessly, the teeth of the whole soul were not very good.

Lin Zi drifted to Shi Jiu's side, and reminded him, "Jiu Jiu, your cooking must be very spicy. What if your family Jingzhi can't eat spicy food?"

Then, Lin Zi saw a rare panic appearing on Shi Jiu's usually calm face.

She quickly comforted: "Leave half a teaspoon of chili powder, don't panic, Jiujiu, it's not a big problem."

Shi Jiu picked up a small silver spoon, scooped out the chili powder and some soup in the pot, and put it in a bowl beside it.

Lin Zi felt guilty towards Shi Jiu, if it wasn't for her wish list, Shi Jiu wouldn't have gone to the playground with the bomber...

If she hadn't insisted on taking the Ferris wheel, Shi Jiujiu wouldn't have risked her life by sliding down from a height of more than 20 meters to get the bomb...

Blame her.

At the moment when Lin Zi was in a daze, her soul floated above Shi Jiu's cooking pot, surrounded by smoke, with a solemn expression.

Shi Jiu didn't check for a while, and the shovel in her hand fell into the pot. She suppressed a smile and said, "Azi, you look like Aladdin's magic lamp, puff..."

When Shi Jiu laughed, Lin Zi seemed to see Shi Jiu's soul living in her body for a moment.

It was a girl whose figure was as thin as a piece of paper, with pale skin, hair like a crow's feathers, and her lips were bloodless.

The girl closed her eyes tightly, many lines were connected to her body, her body was lying in the dark blue liquid, and she slowly smiled.

This scene was so shocking that Lin Zi forgot to tell Shi Jiu not to laugh.

It was so skinny, so weak, pitiful...

This is the cruel fate bestowed on her hero, Jiujiu...

But who will save Shijiu again?

Shi Jiu stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and said with a smile, "Hey, I laughed so hard that tears came out of my eyes, what a pity, the fish is going to be mushy."

As she spoke, she quickly picked up the shovel again and turned the fish in the pot over.

Lin Zi floated down from the pot again, and she stood behind Shi Jiu, hiding the embarrassment in her eyes, and asked casually, "Jiu Jiu, do you have any wish to come true?"

Shi Jiu lowered his eyes and said, "Is Ah Zi guilty of what happened this morning? There is no need for that. Human beings are not omniscient, and they cannot predict what will happen in the future."

"Look, aren't we all doing well now? If you want to blame, blame the bomber, who hated the young couple and almost killed us two single dogs."

But Jiujiu, can't you just predict it?
Lin Zi choked, never thought that Shi Jiu would comfort her, but Jiu Jiu, I really want to ask you, what is your wish...

Shi Jiu's drooping eyes concealed the desert-like desolation in his eyes, wish?

My previous wish was to die, but I foresaw my future, that I could leave the mental hospital and live like a normal person, so I stumbled and survived.

But after meeting Jing Zhi, the wish is to be his friend.

After the task is over, in her world, she can also meet that person named Jing Zhi, who continues to illuminate her life as dark as the night...

The smoke billowed up, and Shi Jiu felt that her eyes were a little dry from the smoke, so she stretched out her hand to turn on the range hood a little wider.

At six o'clock in the evening, Shi Jiu put the dishes on the table into the microwave oven to heat up. He added some mint leaves and coriander to the edge of the plate as decorations. He took off his apron and changed his clothes. .

At 06:30, the doorbell rang, and Shi Jiu's heart skipped a beat. Seeing Lin Zi fleeing in the air, Shi Jiu was sure that the person who came was Jing Zhi.

The corners of her lips trembled slightly, then her brows and eyes curved, revealing a smile.

After opening the door, Shi Jiu saw Jing Zhi, who was holding two gift boxes in his hands, wearing an off-white windbreaker, the shirt buttons inside were tightly buttoned, and his slender legs were standing straight.

The two were so close that Shi Jiu could even smell the perfume on his body, it was very faint and light, and she could only smell it if she breathed lightly.

The scent of the perfume on his body is very complex. At first, it is the scent of roses, which is glamorous and seductive. Then it is the scent of mulberry, which is sweet and sour in the mouth. Finally, it is the cold pine branch, orchid and jade tree.

He was a bit tall, and she had to raise her head slightly to see his face clearly.

He exhaled a breath, which quickly condensed into a cloud of water mist in the air.

Jing Zhi stood stiffly, holding the strap of the gift box with his slender fingers, Miss A, a strange passer-by, she was sniffing his breath, and he wanted to smell her too.

As soon as this thought came out, Jing Zhi was taken aback by himself.

Sure enough, with strange people, I will also become strange.

From the day when he first met on the side of the mountain road in the middle of the night, he seemed to have started to care about the every move of the strange passer-by, Miss A.

Jing Zhi stretched out his hand, handed the gift box to Shi Jiu, and said, "Xiao Jiu, a gift."

There was a crystal light in the amber eyes, and he was looking forward to what kind of expression he would have when Shi Jiu opened.

Shi Jiu took two gift boxes, one was very light and the other was heavy. The moment his fingers touched, Shi Jiu felt the temperature on Jing Zhi's finger, which was very warm, while her finger was very cold.

Shi Jiu took a step back and said to Jing Zhi, "Jing Zhi, come in. It's cold outside."

Both of them are succinct and concise, but they don't stand in the cold when they are together. Even if the other party doesn't say a lot, they can easily understand many things without repeating them.

The room was air-conditioned and warm. Jing Zhi changed his shoes, took off his coat and scarf, and Shi Jiu helped him hang them on the hanger.

The crystal lamp is warm orange, and there are sumptuous dishes on the table, which are still steaming, so why is Shi Jiu's hand still so cold?

Jing Zhi looked at the four sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, and asked with some doubts: "Xiao Jiu, is there anyone else coming today?" His voice was deep and faintly unhappy.

Shi Jiu took a cup of hot water and handed it to Jing Zhi, who replied in a gentle voice, "I met Jing Qing at the playground today, we chatted for a while, and then invited her to come to our house as guests."

Jing Zhi took the water glass, sat down on the sofa, and Shi Jiu sat beside him.

He took a sip of water from his crimson lips, looked at Shi Jiu, and said sullenly: "Xiao Jiu, you don't have to hide it for her, she must have the cheek to come when she heard that I was coming to your house for dinner, and then You agreed, but, who is the other set of bowls and chopsticks for?"

"Lan Ze, I thought he would come with you." Shi Jiu stared at Jing Zhi's lips, that snow-white neck, and when the water passed by, his Adam's apple twitched, and desire ran rampant in an instant.

Jing Zhi moved his eyelashes, and sighed almost inaudibly, "He will come with Jing Qing." He actually felt a sense of powerlessness for these two 220-volt household light bulbs.

　Watching the plot in the middle of the night, the author feels a little sad.

　　I can't continue to abuse, let's give out sugar tomorrow, give me a kiss＠(￣-￣)＠

　　
　
(End of this chapter)