The vixen's journey through time

Chacha's words were clearly coquettish and cute, but they were full of threats. Chen Meilan immediately felt the temperature of her whole body plummeting, and she rubbed her arms in discomfort.

Yang Yue on the side also frowned, as if she was surprised why Chen Meilan said these words today regardless of the occasion? Moreover, this is clearly over the top.

Yang Yue thought that Chen Meilan had taken care of Rourou when she grew up, and was considered an old person in the Jiang family, and Rourou liked to rely on her, so she did not have an attack, but just gave some advice.

"Sister Lan, you are also an old man in the family. I believe you should know what you can and cannot say. I also know that you love Rourou, but Chacha is like our child. To a child, we It should be more tolerant.”

Yang Yue said to Chacha apologetically: "Chacha, your Aunt Lan said something wrong. Don't take it to heart. I will punish her to make you your favorite roast chicken tonight! Let her kill the chicken by herself, and no one will If you can’t help, let her bake by herself, and you can’t leave in the middle! Tire her up, okay?”

Yang Yue hugged Chacha's arm closely, fearing that she would overthink and the self-confidence she had finally built up would be shattered.

She was even more afraid that the heart she had finally opened to them would be closed again.

With this thought, it grew wildly like a vine, piercing along her veins and causing pain.

Yang Yue's reaction was beyond Chen Meilan's expectation. She seemed to have never expected that the chairman of the dignified Shanhe Group would regard a country girl with special regard and even love her.

Thinking of Jiang Rou who was thousands of miles away, Chen Meilan murmured in her heart. After all, she didn't dare to spoil the fun any more, so she immediately changed her attitude.

"Miss Jiangcha, don't be angry! I just said the wrong thing because I was thinking about Miss Rourou. Don't be offended! Listen to my wife, I will make roast chicken to compensate you tonight. My barbecue skills are still good. Yes, Miss Rourou likes the barbecue eggplant I make the most." As she spoke, Chen Meilan mentioned Jiang Rou intentionally or unintentionally.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Yang Yue's longing expression, and she felt a little happy.

He was about to continue his efforts, but was interrupted.

"Uncle Wu, stop the car here." Chacha called the car in front of a flower shop.

"Chacha, don't be sad!" Yang Yue thought Chacha was angry and sad.

Chacha got out of the car and said to Yang Yue who was rolling up the window: "Mother Yang, go and do your own business. I want to walk the rest of the way by myself. It's not far from the school."

"Chacha, are you angry?"

"Mother Yang, no! I never get angry for people who don't matter. I usually take it out on the spot. I just want to come down for a walk. I'm still not used to being picked up and dropped off by a special car."

"Goodbye, Mrs. Yang, good-bye, Uncle Wu, good-bye, Ms. Chen Meilan!" Chacha waved her hand, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd.

After the car drove away, Chacha returned to the previous place, and then walked into the flower shop she had briefly glimpsed in the car.

"Host, what are you doing in the flower shop? The flowers here are nowhere comparable to those in your space! They are not eye-catching!" The system glanced around the flowers in the shop and said with disgust.

Chacha ignored its chirping and continued to look at one flower after another.

This flower is so beautiful and fancy.

This flower is too big and inappropriate.

This flower has a strong smell, I don’t like it…

After looking at many kinds in a row, Chacha was not satisfied and frowned slightly.

"This classmate, how can I help you?" The flower shop owner hurriedly came out to say hello.

Through her thick bangs, Chacha glanced at the landlady. She didn't want to be in a dilemma anymore, so she simply asked for help.

"I, I want a bouquet of simple, not exaggerated, not strong, white flowers, just simple."

"That's it, how about you look at the jasmine flowers?" After all, she was from a flower shop, and the proprietress quickly gave her advice.

"Jasmine?"

Involuntarily, a familiar melody sounded in Chacha's mind, "The only pure white jasmine blooms in the amber crescent moon. Even if I lose all the power of love, I am not afraid..."

That was Jiang Cha's favorite song in her previous life, and it was also the ringtone she set on her phone.

"Okay, then wrap a bouquet of jasmine flowers for me, thank you!"

Chacha said, taking out a handmade fabric wallet from her schoolbag to pay for her wallet. Maybe it has been used for a long time, and the wallet looks very old, with threads coming out.

What kind of wallet is it?

In a clump of orchid grass, there is a cat hiding, its body invisible, only its head.

The cat's head is made of red cloth, with a wide grin and two eyes bent into crescent shapes, which looks weird and mysterious.

This was something that the original owner, Jiang Cha, had always carried with him, and seemed to value it, so Cha Cha continued to use it.

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Chacha stood at the door of Qingyuan High School holding a bouquet of wrapped jasmine flowers.

She looked at the waves of students walking past her. They were either youthful, lazy, tired, hurried, or aimless, and her heart was filled with confusion.

Thick bangs covered her eyes well.

"Yesterday, I came in at the wrong time and didn't have time to learn about the school's situation."

"Today, my dear classmates, please give me your advice!"