The vixen's journey through time

System: Alas! It would be great if Chacha could give birth to little gingers by herself without falling in love or a man! At that time, there will only be the system Ashan, the fox Chacha, and the cute little ginger. How wonderful!

What a perfect combination!

Chacha couldn't figure out the system's assumptions, so her attention returned to the phone interface.

Just listen, there is another ding, "WeChat transfer: 8888.88"

Note: "To my dear Sister Chacha!"

Chacha just...

What a surprise!

You know, neither Jiang Cha in the previous life nor Chacha in this life had any communication with Jiang Rou. To this day, the two of them are still strangers. The only intersection is that they participated in "Metamorphosis" together, but they have never been in contact.

"Thank you! (rose picture)..."

Chacha hesitated whether to send a red envelope to Jiang Rou as well? After all, she could accept the red envelopes from Father Jiang and Mother Yang without any mental burden, but Jiang Rou always felt a little awkward.

On the other end, Jiang Rou was faster than her.

"Mom and dad, even if you gave sister Chacha a red envelope, you can't leave me, your biological daughter! Rourou wants it too! (Pitying picture + crying picture)"

"Rourou, don't cry! Right now!"

Following Jiang Shan's voice came a WeChat transfer from the two couples. They didn't treat each other favorably and gave him the same amount as Chacha.

However, their lack of favoritism is the biggest favoritism.

Jiang Rou over there was not as happy as expected after receiving it.

She had a gloomy face, and the cold air around her made the classmates next to her shiver.

Especially her deskmate-Tong Zhuo.

Tong Zhuo carefully moved to the right, trying not to touch the young lady.

The eldest lady is wearing a slim-fitting white skirt, so white that it is translucent; the eldest lady is braided with delicate fishbone braids, which is fairy-like and ethereal; the eldest lady does not even need to apply too much on her face, she is already dazzlingly beautiful.

Tong Zhuo was burned by the dazzling light and tried to minimize his presence.

This damn inferiority complex made him miss his old classmate Jiang Cha deeply.

Jiang Cha would not mind if he had mud on his legs, because the shoes she was wearing were also torn.

Jiang Cha would not dislike his straw-like rough hair, because her thick bangs were crazier than his.

Jiang Cha wouldn't mind if he had dark skin and smelly body, because she wasn't particular about it either. She was as dark as him and wore worse clothes than him.

so! There is no harm without comparison, and Tong Zhuo was hurt just by sitting next to the eldest lady.

He desperately wanted to stay away from Jiang Rou, further away, and further away.

I move, I move, I move, move...

Bang! Finally, Tong Zhuo sat down on the ground.

"Hahahahahaha..."

It immediately caused a burst of laughter.

Listening to the ridicule of the whole class, Tong Zhuo quietly raised his head and saw Jiang Rou bathing in the sun. She also smiled.

But what a beautiful smile she has! Is she smiling to herself?

I don't know what he thought of, but Tong Zhuo's face turned red.

He hurriedly lowered his head to cover up his guilty conscience.

Jiang Rou was unmoved by everything around her and continued to play with her phone without stopping, as if she was chatting with someone.

"Look at the teacher for me. When the teacher comes, call me!" Jiang Rou didn't even bother to lower her head.

But these words were undoubtedly addressed to Tong Zhuo on the ground.

"Ah? Oh oh oh..." Tong Zhuo nodded hurriedly after reacting.

Inexplicably, he was ecstatic.

Tong Zhuo stood up, patted the dust on his body, and sat back down carefully.

He secretly glanced at Jiang Rou and felt a little disappointed when he saw that she didn't pay any attention to him.

He looked at the distance between the two people's arms. It was very short, less than ten centimeters, but he was very frustrated because that was a distance that he could never cross.

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"Ms. Jiang, we are being followed..." Wu Yong, who was driving, sounded serious. He looked at the rearview mirror and frowned slightly.

Chacha logged out of the phone, raised her head in surprise, and thought for a moment. She didn't know what she thought of, and narrowed her eyes.

"Uncle Wu, don't worry about it."

"But, Miss Jiang, there are three waves of people." Wu Yong hesitated, a little curious as to why this girl wasn't worried at all.

Is it because those who don’t know are fearless? Or are the talented people bold?

For some reason, Wu Yong prefers the latter.

Ever since that day, when he received this girl, he suddenly realized that he couldn't see through her anymore. And with yesterday's "100-year-old ginseng" incident, he even felt that maybe they had all misjudged this girl.

However, no matter what, his job now is to drive and be a good driver, and at the same time, prevent Miss Jiang from being put in danger.

"Three waves?" Chacha was startled.

So, who are they? And for what?

Chacha looked out of the car window with a privacy film, and saw cars coming and going, but she couldn't tell which ones were coming.

Mainly those cars, in her eyes, only differ in color, black, white, red, etc.

Of course, there is also the difference in the number of wheels, two wheels, three wheels, four wheels, etc., it really doesn’t matter.

I think back to those days, when she was a vixen, she was flying around in the sky, so free! How refreshing.

"That's the black car with four rings on the rear left."

"That's the BMW following closely." Wu Yong explained to Chacha while driving.

"Uncle Wu, you are amazing! You can find everything!" Chacha praised sincerely.

What she didn't see was that Wu Yong's body stiffened uncomfortably.

"What about another wave?" According to Wu Yong's explanation, Chacha found the target accurately, but otherwise, in the vast sea of ​​cars, she fell into confusion again.

"This..." Wu Yong seemed a little hard to say.

"Huh?" Chacha became more and more curious.

"Ms. Jiang, do you want to take a look at the Harley owner who is overtaking and suffixing you to see if you know him?"

Chacha really looked at the Harley that sometimes snaked, sometimes swayed, and sometimes lurched.

The motorcycle owner might be worried that this was in an urban area and the speed was not very fast, but he was just driving a little more aggressively.

His Dennis cycling jersey and black one-piece leather jacket not only outline his perfect figure, but also highlight his strength, chic and charm.

Without looking, wherever he passed, many little fans stopped and screamed: "Ah! So handsome! So handsome! So handsome! He is so handsome..."

There are also many reserved young ladies who want to look but dare not look. They only take a sneak peek, then a few more glances, and then quietly blush.

There was even an elderly aunt, clutching her chest where her heartbeat was racing! He kept shouting: "Ouch! I'm afraid this is going to kill me!"

The uncle who was carrying the vegetable basket next to the aunt and aunt stamped his feet fiercely. He did not dare to drop the vegetable basket in his hand, but only bit his loose cheek: "I think you want to kill me, an old man!..."