The vixen's journey through time

With the flames burning on the stove and Ayuta's mountain-like back muscles, the tea is enough for the eyes.

It can also be regarded as a "beautiful little meal".

When he looked back, he saw Mother Yang immersed in her own thoughts, her eyebrows condensed, her face serious, and at a glance, she could see water vapor in her eyes.

"Mother Yang, you..."

"Ah? Chacha, what's wrong?" Yang Yue was stunned.

Facing Chacha's concern, she put away her inner worries about Jiang Shan and forced out a stiff smile.

"It's okay, Mama Yang. It will take a while for Ayu to cook. Let's chat for a while?" Chacha thought to distract Mama Yang, so she suggested watching videos.

That's right, Chacha has recently become obsessed with watching videos, especially Douyin. If she didn't have to take care of her studies and open a milk tea shop, she could have spent a whole day with her mobile phone.

At that time, don't talk about completing tasks, finding compensation targets, fulfilling the original owner's wishes, and talking about "The Vixen's Journey Through Time Travel". She is just a loser who can lie on the bed and play with her mobile phone!

Douyin records a beautiful life.

Of course, Chacha is a private account and is only used for watching videos.

With that said, Chacha took out her mobile phone, sat huddled with Yang's mother, and started to scroll through videos.

At first, all I saw were funny videos, and they were really useful. At least, the moisture in Yang’s mother’s eyes evaporated.

But soon, her eyelids drooped again.

I saw that on the interface of Chacha's mobile phone, a blogger posted on Douyin: "I borrow two liang of ink from the world——".

Immediately, countless netizens poured in, the kind of poets per capita.

A netizen from Beijing City responded:

I borrow two ounces of ink from the human world to dye the mountains, the water, and the flowers.

I wish to return the three-money tea to the mortal world, dream of life, dream of death, and dream of prosperity.

If life is unpredictable, watch the wind, watch the rain, watch the yellow flowers.

In the end, it was just a dream, with hallucinations, hallucinations, and hallucinations.

Very good, very beautiful, great. If this netizen was born in ancient times, he would definitely be a guest of literati.

A netizen from Shaanxi Province also wrote brilliantly:

I borrow two ounces of ink from the world, one ounce of peach blossoms, and one ounce of mistakes.

The world returns me two ounces of wind, one ounce of yearning, and one ounce of emptiness.

This is not borrowed from ink, but from love. What is returned is not the wind, but the sorrow!

Then there are netizens from Fujian Province:

Let me borrow two ounces of ink from the human world, one stroke of lovesickness and one stroke of mistake.

Then I borrowed three glasses of wine from Hongchen, and drank them all for the four seasons.

Good guy, I don’t mention regrets in every word, but every word is full of regrets!

I originally thought that netizens would continue the poetry competition, but unexpectedly, the next few netizens appeared, and the mood suddenly changed.

This is a netizen from Shanxi Province:

Let me borrow two ounces of ink from the human world to describe in detail the many crimes committed by the Japanese pirates.

Three hundred thousand dead souls were killed by the sword, and the poisonous water drained the sea and destroyed the mountains and rivers.

Some netizens from Guizhou Province denounced:

Let me borrow two ounces of ink from the human world to write down the crimes and evils of the Japanese country.

Let's take advantage of the wind on the sea and reap the consequences of radiation.

Seeing this, Yang Yue clenched her hands on the sofa, pursed her lips tightly, and the anger and hatred in her eyes overflowed, "Damn it!!!!"

Chacha also thought of the "evidence" lying in the space that had been transferred by the cleaning staff. Although she didn't have time to check it, she still knew the document with the words "Sakura Country" in it.

"Jiang City, we have been informed that you accepted bribes, engaged in illegal activities, and seriously endangered national security... Now, please Comrade Jiang come with us!" Mao Bureau's words echoed in my ears.

So, is this what those people are for? Framing Father Jiang?

This crime was laid down at all, not to mention Jiang's father, the Shanhe Group, including Yang's mother, and even Chacha were not spared.

How vicious! This will not only kill Father Jiang, but also make him infamous, be criticized by all the people, and become a sinner of history!

So, they just want to take away the title of Mayor of Jiang Daddy Su City? Or is there a bigger conspiracy?

I don’t know what Chacha is, but I’m glad I packed the insulated lunch box.

Thinking about something in her mind, Chacha just unconsciously swiped the phone screen with her hands. On it, netizens were still busy saying, "How can I live without a salary? Drink water and stuff it between my teeth during the day, and stuff it between my teeth at night." "If you borrow two liang of ink from the human world, there will be eight liang of ink left in the world. If you borrow another two liang of ink from the human world, there will be six liang of ink left in the world."

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The comment area was very lively, but Chacha and Yang's mother were not thinking about it anymore. They both had heavy faces and uncontrollable hatred in their eyes.

"The only pure white jasmine flower blooms in the amber crescent moon. Even if I lose all the power of love, I am not afraid..."

Suddenly, a phone call came, and the note was-Daddy Jiang.

Chacha quickly pressed the answer button, "Hello? Dad Jiang? Are you okay? Are you..."

"Chacha, come here quickly?? Go to the hospital..."

"Mother Yang, what's wrong with you?" Chacha was so frightened that she dropped her phone on the sofa and caught Yang Yue's limp body with her hands.

At this moment, Yang Yue's face was pale, silent tears flowed out one by one, and she weakly murmured: "Shan, Brother Shan..."

"Ah Yue! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me? Ah Yue! Ah Yue!..." Jiang Shan's anxious voice came from the mobile phone, accompanied by the sound of something being hit.

Chacha was worried about this and that, and was panicked for a while.

Ayu, who heard the noise in the kitchen, hurriedly ran out, took her place and helped Yang Yue steady, then picked up the mobile phone that had been talking on the sofa, and said to it: "Uncle Jiang, Aunt Yang is fine, it's just I was shocked to hear the news that you were in the hospital. Tell her now that you are fine and we will rush over right away..."

On the phone, Jiang Shan responded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I understand!"

"A'yue, don't worry. It's not me who's injured. I'm fine. The one who's injured is..." Later, Jiang Shan's tone was hesitant, as if he didn't want to reveal who was injured.

"Anyway, I'm fine. Just come to the hospital as soon as possible! Especially Chacha, Chacha, you, you must come..."

In order to alleviate Yang Yue's fear, Jiang Shan spoke arbitrarily. Listening to what he said, he even called Chacha by name. Wasn't this transferring his "fear" to Chacha?

Sure enough, Chacha's heart skipped a beat when she heard this.

what happened? Why did it get involved with her again?

Could it be...

An idea came to Chacha's mind, her eyes widened suddenly, and after a few seconds, she ran outside like crazy.

"Oh Chacha! What's wrong with you? You..." Yang Yue, who finally found her strength, hurriedly chased after him.

Ayu, who was holding the phone, almost crushed it.

very good! Comrade Jiang Shan, this trick of "diverting trouble to the east" is a good one!

Your woman is a human being, but other people’s women are not human beings, right?

Ayu gritted his teeth. If Jiang Shan was in front of him, he would have punched him.

However, even if Ayu has all kinds of thoughts, he has to put them down later. He is busy going to see Chacha now...