Jiaojiao Fast Transmigration: The Plan to Save the Villain

【......】Song Jiaojiao thought she woke up quite early, but she didn't expect breakfast time to pass.

So, when she changed her clothes and appeared in the living room.

All eyes looked over, the girl's long hair was slightly curly, neatly draped over her weakened shoulders.

Her pale pink princess dress, with beautiful layers of wrinkles, spread out like a blooming flower as she walked. She was born soft and charming at a young age, taking away all the amazing eyes.

Mrs. Rong was the first to react, "Jiaojiao is awake, are you hungry?"

Song Jiaojiao walked over and acted coquettishly: "I'm so hungry, Mom~"

"Mu Butler, the warm bird's nest in the kitchen is ready to serve."

"good lady"

Mrs. Rong hugged Jiaojiao, raised her hand to stroke her hair, and gently reproached:

"You girl, you don't call your mother when you get up, why don't you take the elevator when you walk down from the third floor so high?"

In order to take care of Song Jiaojiao's body, Father Rong specially asked someone to design a pink and tender elevator, so that he would not feel oppressed and dull inside, and the air would remain smooth.

There was even a special person watching over her, for fear that Jiaojiao would accidentally find out if something happened in the elevator.

"It's okay mom, I'm in good spirits today, I can take the stairs to exercise my strength"

As Song Jiaojiao spoke, her gaze swept over the boy.

Unexpectedly, the other party also looked at her, and the two of them looked at each other. She blinked and greeted with a smile:

"Brother Yuan, good morning"

"Good morning"

Lu Yuan's eyes flickered, and he calmly responded to her and then looked away. The extremely violent heartbeat in his chest showed that he was not at peace.

Mrs. Rong led Song Jiaojiao to the restaurant.

Several designers have also measured the size they need.

Soon Jobs and Lu Yuan were the only ones left, and the servants led them to the special barber room, where the incandescent lights were a bit dazzling.

Lu Yuan cooperated with Jobs the whole time, and he didn't know how long it took.

Until Song Jiaojiao finished her meal, the family doctor also did a series of examinations. She was eating cut fruits, and not far from her was a large LCD screen, which played the cartoons that the original owner liked to watch.

Jiaojiao absent-mindedly chewed on the peaches, keeping an eye on the corner of the hall from the corner of her eye.

[The host... I can broadcast it live for you] Liuliu couldn't help but speak.

[...OK] Song Jiaojiao was embarrassed.

Can she say she forgot, ahem, almighty 66.

Before Liu Liu moved, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and then Jobs' voice sounded:

"Mrs. Rong, I've finished cutting the young master's hair."

Song Jiaojiao and Rong's mother turned their heads to look at the same time, but they didn't recognize it for a moment.

I saw that the boy who was standing not far away had obedient and obedient hair, without the heavy feeling before, and his whole person became refreshed.

There are a few strands of hair hanging on the forehead, sword eyebrows and black eyes, pale and thin lips add a bit of depression, but the facial features are set off by the new hairstyle, which is more three-dimensional and profound.

He put on a well-fitting white shirt and black trousers, and he exuded a cool aura. From a distance, he thought he was an elegant and handsome young man from an aristocratic family.

It's just that this young nobleman is a little too skinny, harmless, and even a little obedient.

"Ah, Jobs' skills are getting better and better. Is this my Xiaoyuan? I almost didn't recognize it. This kid is so handsome after tidying up."

Mrs. Rong came back to her senses, her words were surprised and gentle, she praised him without hesitation, beckoned and said:

"Xiao Yuan, come and sit down, there are freshly cut fruits here, come here quickly"

Mrs. Rong had dystocia, and she only gave birth to Rong Jiaojiao who was born prematurely. She still wanted to have another boy so that she could be with Jiaojiao as she was in poor health.

She was most afraid that Jiaojiao would have no one to take care of them after a hundred days, and the huge Rong Group would not be taken care of by someone close enough to take care of her, so she didn't feel at ease handing it over to others.

If one more boy can be born, when they are gone, in addition to being able to inherit the company.

You can continue to protect Jiaojiao without any worries.

Now, when she saw Lu Yuan, who was good-looking and well-behaved, she thought of the child's poor life experience, and how he was harshly abused when she saw him.

When the doctor checked in the morning, the child was covered with deep and shallow bruises.

Some don't know what kind of blunt object was scratched.

The scars left are light but long.

I don't know what's going on inside the child's body. I'll have to go to the hospital for an examination to find out. I don't think it's going to be much better. I've endured so much pain at such a young age.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Rong felt pity and distress in her heart.

As a parent, she would never see a child being abused. Xiaoyuan was only two years older than Jiaojiao, and a child who was only ten years old endured so much bad treatment.

At this moment, she really regarded Lu Yuan as her own child.

People seem to have a good heart, and they will live together every day in the future. Over time, this relationship will be slowly cultivated.

Lu Yuan felt the sincerity from Rong's mother, and his heart was slightly touched. He walked over slowly and sat down.

Song Jiaojiao was also distracted for a moment. I have to say that the villain's appearance is even better than the child star models in the entertainment industry. He is still completely natural. His skin is fair, but a little dry.

It seems that it will be good to ask the beautician at home to do facial hydration several times in the future.

"Come on, elder brother Yuan eats fruit, Jiaojiao feeds you, ah, open your mouth"

The girl's delicate and waxy voice came to my ears, and then, a white and tender hand pinched the fork, and slowly handed over a piece of light pink peach.

When Lu Yuan came back to his senses, he subconsciously opened his mouth to catch the fruit.

Wait until you realize what you did.

He was at a loss for a moment, the tips of his ears were stained pink, and his cheeks were slightly hot.

Seeing the boy's remorseful expression, Song Jiaojiao laughed, and asked, pretending not to know:

"How is it, is it delicious?"

Lu Yuan quickly chewed a couple of mouthfuls, the peaches were fragrant and slightly sweet, overflowing with juice.

He had never eaten something so delicious.

In the orphanage, there are always only hard steamed buns, porridge with little water in the soup, and occasionally some dried salty vegetables, which taste astringent and strange, and the meat is rancid with a fishy smell.

Fruits are only available on special festivals, and they are sour plums that are hard to swallow.

He has always thought that fruits are only sour and bitter.

I just found out today that fruits are also so fragrant and sweet, and he thinks he will always remember this taste.

"Well, it's delicious, thank you...Jiaojiao"

When Lu Yuan said the last two words, no one knew that he had practiced countless times in his heart last night.

Song Jiaojiao was very happy, because just now, Liuliu said that the villain's blackening value had dropped by five points, and she held the fork and handed over another piece of cantaloupe:

"You're welcome, brother Yuan likes to eat more, every day from now on"

This time, Lu Yuan didn't let the girl feed him, took the fork and nodded.

"it is good"

Mrs. Rong was more and more satisfied with seeing them get along harmoniously. The scene of the two siblings sitting together watching TV and eating fruit satisfied her beautiful fantasy.

So, Mother Rong stared at this eye-catching picture, and her smile became brighter and gentler.

After lunch, Mrs. Rong went to take a nap, leaving the servants to accompany them.

Song Jiaojiao looked at the villain and said, "Brother Yuan, come with me."

After finishing speaking, she took the boy's hand hanging by the side, and walked towards the back garden while holding it.

Feeling the strength of her little hand, Lu Yuan stepped up to follow.

His eyes were dark, and his eyes fell on the two pairs of clasped hands. The girl's hands were delicate and soft, smoother and more delicate than he had imagined.

When he arrived in the back garden, the girl let go of her hand, and he felt a sense of loss in a flash. He didn't have time to think about where this emotion came from.

Jiaojiao's soft and sweet voice sounded: "Brother Yuan, look, these are all flowers I like, and there are many kinds.

Look at this is a rose flower, this is a crabapple flower, this is a perfume lily, isn't it very beautiful, and there is a rhododendron over there, and a peony here. Books say it is the king of flowers.

But I think every flower has its beauty, and I like it very much.”

The girl shuttled through the vast sea of ​​flowers like a butterfly. When she said the word "like", her brows and eyes were curved, and her eyes were shining like stars.

Her smiling face is more delicate and moving than flowers.

This scene was deeply engraved on the boy's heart.

So much so that when he recalled it many years later, his heart was still moving.

The girl's voice continues:

"You know, my favorite flowers are actually little roses and plum blossoms, because little roses come in many colors, each color is beautiful and romantic, and plum blossoms also come in pink and white.

But I like the red Samuume the most. It is especially beautiful when it snows, but the flowering period is so short that it is too difficult to find pure dark-colored Samui.

Dad just found one, and the gardener didn’t raise it properly when he planted it, and now I don’t even have Samuume...”

Song Jiaojiao recalled the memories of the original owner, and wondered if it was the original owner's emotions, she felt a little lost.

Looking at the garden full of flowers and colors, the breath is full of charming fragrance.

"Brother Yuan, I once had a dream. In the dream, the entire villa was surrounded by flowers, and there was an entire courtyard of dark plum blossoms. Outside the windows, there were large patches of small roses. It was really beautiful."

The corners of Lu Yuan's thin lips were drawn into a line. Looking at the inexplicable emotion between the girl's brows, his black eyes sank indistinctly, and asked softly:

"Mrs. Rong and the head of the family love you so much, it's all come true now."

"no"

Song Jiaojiao shook her head, approached him, and whispered mysteriously.

"Because my mother is allergic to pollen, my father doesn't like buying flowers very much. Apart from the gardeners and servants, I am the only one who comes in this garden, but..."

Her eyes were dark and bright, and she said with a smile:

"Brother Yuan is still here, you can come here anytime in the future, I like staying in that gazebo the most"

As she spoke, Song Jiaojiao raised her finger and pointed to the big white pavilion not far away.

Do you still have yourself... Lu Yuan couldn't grasp the secret strange feeling in his heart.

He had no choice but to raise his eyes and follow the girl's finger.

I saw that the gazebo standing in the huge sea of ​​flowers was surrounded by flowers, leaving only a gravel path.

The top seat of the gazebo looks like a flowering morning glory, supported by seven or eight white pillars, carved with some three-dimensional patterns, and a golden round lamp is inlaid on the top, which seems to be used for lighting.

Light-colored curtains were hung around the gazebo, and now they are hung high, leaving only a thin layer of white gauze curtains.

These should be designed to take care of Jiaojiao's body. The wind blowing from the sea of ​​flowers is very cool, and it is easy to catch a cold.

There is a large space in the middle of the gazebo, which has everything you need, such as stone tables, stone benches, and soft objects for lying down and resting.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a small room.