The Villains Want Hugs [Quick Transmigration]

Tang Qianqian exploded like a small firecracker that had been ignited. After being exposed, he still insisted: "I didn't! You are not allowed to talk nonsense!"

As she said that, she struggled violently again in embarrassment, and the burning Talisman in the air trembled unbearably.

Jiang Meng frowned, wondering whether to find some rescuers.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Liao Xiaojun hurriedly going back and forth, holding a stack of unopened paper money in his hand.

Jiang Meng stepped forward and blocked Liao Xiaojun's way: "Hello, kid, is your name Liao Xiaojun?"

The boy's brows and eyes were deep, and he stared at Jiang Meng's dark eyes warily: "... who are you?"

Jiang Meng smiled softly, "I am Tang Qianqian's friend."

When Liao Xiaojun heard this name, his eyes obviously dimmed for a moment, then he raised his head and politely called his brother: "What do you want me for?"

Jiang Meng looked at the paper money in his hand and asked, "Didn't you go to work today?"

"It's a holiday today, and the boss paid me my salary," Liao Xiaojun said, squeezed the paper money in his hand with his thin fingers, and then lowered his head in embarrassment, "So I bought a pack of paper money for Qianqian. I can't afford it, so I can only buy the cheapest one..."

Seeing the gleam in Liao Xiaojun's eyes, Jiang Meng felt nervous, "Before Tang Qianqian committed suicide, were you on a good relationship?"

Liao Xiaojun nodded, and bit his lower lip fiercely: "Because my father once went to school to make a fuss, and the classmates avoided me later, but she didn't dislike me at all...once she put something in my schoolbag. I stuffed 100 yuan in it, and after I returned it, she brought me breakfast made by her mother every day, so that I could save one yuan a day for the breakfast fee..."

Liao Xiaojun was talking to himself, but Tang Qianqian, who was not far away from him, had already given up struggling, floating in mid-air and weeping silently.

"I miss her so much." Liao Xiaojun's eyes were red and his voice was trembling, "I originally thought that when I grew up, I could buy her a beautiful little dress... But she didn't give me the chance, she was so alone dead..."

At their young age, their relationship is as pure and clean as pure water.

Jiang Meng's eyes were also a little hot. He turned his head to look at Tang Qianqian, and asked, "If she didn't commit suicide, would you dislike her for having no feet and become a disabled person?"

Liao Xiaojun shook his head vigorously, a few tears flew out of his eyes, the boy's eyes were sincere, and he swore: "No, even if she can't walk anymore, I can still carry her to school!"

It's just that when Tang Qianqian committed suicide, all of these turned into bubbles.

Jiang Meng's heart was full of regret, he closed his eyes, and smiled at Liao Xiaojun: "Okay, you go back first, since my brother is Tang Qianqian's friend, he will help you like her, you and your mother Don't worry about it."

Liao Xiaojun thanked him softly, with the calmness of an adult on his immature face: "Now I can work part-time to earn money."

Jiang Meng rubbed the back of the boy's head, "Child labor is illegal, and the owner of the convenience store hides it for you because of your pity. You are still young, and what you need to do now is to study hard."

Liao Xiaojun gave an obedient "hmm", said goodbye to Jiang Meng and ran upstairs.

Most of the golden light from Fu Lu had weakened. Tang Qianqian sat listlessly on the ground, holding his knees with his hands, sobbing softly.

Jiang Meng walked to her side, knelt down and looked into her eyes: "You regret it, don't you?"

Tang Qianqian looked at Jiang Meng angrily, and burst into tears as if he had collapsed suddenly: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I don't want to die..."

Tang Qianqian, who looked like a ghost, was not good-looking, even a little creepy, but countless crystal tears welled up in her eyes like a normal person, full of regret and sorrow.

Jiang Meng looked back at Chong Yan somewhat at a loss, Chong Yan came over, looked at Tang Qianqian and said, "You still have time to stop and reincarnate. Before that, I have a way for you to meet Liao Xiaojun."

Tang Qianqian raised his head abruptly, sobbing and asked, "Really?"

Chong Yan nodded lightly: "Yes."

Tang Qianqian lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his head and asked, "Then can I... can I see my parents again?"

Jiang Meng couldn't help laughing, "You little heartless, I just thought of your parents."

Tang Qianqian pursed his mouth, and looked at Jiang Meng fiercely: "You are not allowed to speak of me!"

Chong Yan's face turned cold, Tang Qianqian also knew that he was being rude, so he closed his mouth resentfully.

Jiang Meng was not angry, he looked at Chongyan and asked, "What is your solution?"

Chong Yan glanced at the current time, then looked up at the sky, the natural boss temperament almost made Jiang Meng think that the president was just his disguise, and his real profession was actually a professional celestial master.

"Tonight is the time when yin and yang are interlinked. Before that, I can let you meet, but tonight you have to go back to the underworld to reincarnate."

Tang Qianqian was surprised, and pouted with some dissatisfaction: "Tonight?"

Chong Yan glanced at her lightly, "You can also choose to refuse, but the result is the same."

Tang Qianqian was threatened by Chong Yan so indistinctly, and he was a little scared immediately: "Okay, you are the master who listens to you."

The Almighty gave a "hmm" without changing his face, showing no modesty at all.

There was still a long time before dawn, Tang Qianqian was allowed to go out for a stroll, while Jiang Meng contacted Qiu Zhe and told the matter from beginning to end.

Qiu Zhe was very happy when he found out, and hurriedly contacted Tang Qianqian's parents. Qiu Zichen was also very excited when he heard about it, and insisted on following along to join in the fun.

If it wasn't for Qian Yidui who is still crazy now, he would have asked that bastard to personally apologize to the little girl.

Jiang Meng and Chong Yan went to see Liao Xiaojun's mother, and then told Liao Xiaojun about the matter. After the boy was shocked, he couldn't help but jump for joy, and confirmed over and over again: "You said I really still Can you see my deskmate again?"

Jiang Meng nodded with a smile, "Yes."

Liao Xiaojun was at a loss for a while, thanked them gratefully, and then hid in the bedroom alone to make a draft.

He is just a stupid nerd, he must prepare well in advance.

……

When Jiang Meng and Chong Yan came out of Liao Xiaojun's house, it was already dark. He checked the time and found that it was almost eleven o'clock.

Chong Yan stopped to look at Jiang Meng, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Jiang Meng's small face was serious, and she snorted, planning to start to settle accounts after the autumn: "Dare you for this great god, which celestial master sect do you come from?"

Chong Yan was stunned for a moment, as if he just remembered what he did before: "Is Doudou angry?"

Jiang Meng folded her arms, her face was cold and indifferent: "Don't ask me to go around."

Chong Yan pursed his lips, and said seriously: "I didn't do it on purpose. Before, because of my identity, many people kept me at arm's length, so I don't want you to do the same..."

Jiang Meng remained calm, her train of thought was not led astray: "But you clearly know that I am the same as you—"

"We are different," Zhong Yan interrupted him calmly, "I am not a real celestial master, but I just happen to be able to understand Yin and Yang."

Jiang Meng looked at Chong Yan's serious expression, and vaguely sensed that he had some secrets that he couldn't reveal clearly, but he didn't ask, but chose to trust him temporarily: "Well, speaking of it, I still have to thank you very much. Without you, Tang Qianqian It really can't be resolved so quickly."

Chong Yan smiled, and his smile looked extremely handsome in the thick night: "How can I thank you?"

Looking at the man's angry profile, Jiang Meng felt a little dazed.

Have they met before?

Why does this sentence sound so familiar?

Zhongyan noticed Jiang Meng's distraction, and frowned: "Is there any discomfort?"

Jiang Meng trembled all over, almost biting her own tongue.

He shook his head in a daze, and couldn't speak fluently: "No, no."

"Then what's wrong with you?" Chong Yan's eyes flickered, "Did you think of something?"

That sense of familiarity suddenly disappeared without a trace, and Jiang Meng's mind returned to a blank again. He was suddenly a little frustrated, and said sullenly: "Oh, my brain is not working well, and I don't remember anything. .”

Chong Yan didn't speak, just lowered his eyes.

In order to pass the time, the two went to a noodle shop for supper.

Jiang Meng is a typical example of a gluttonous stomach. Looking at the dazzling array of menus, she can't help but want to have a meal, but often ends in failure.

He flipped through the menu, carefully selected for a long time, and ordered a bowl of noodle soup with shrimp meatballs.

He just put down his chopsticks after eating half a bowl, holding his round belly with both hands: "Um... I'm full."

Chong Yan didn't eat the noodles, but ordered a cold drink and drank it slowly.

While drinking, he looked at Jiang Meng openly.

Jiang Meng reached out to touch his cold drink cup, but was so cold that he withdrew his hand suddenly: "Drinking cold drinks in such a cold weather, is this some kind of hobby of your gods?"

Chong Yan reached out and touched the back of Jiang Meng's hand, the temperature of the palm was lower than normal people: "I'm not afraid of the cold, because I'm always cold."

Jiang Meng refused to believe it, and reached out her hand to shake Chong Yan's without thinking, "It's true! You, a big man, are born with a cold body?"

The smile on the corners of Chong Yan's lips froze for a moment, and he emphasized with a wooden face: "Big men have nothing to do with low body temperature."

Jiang Meng gave a disapproving "Hey", and then copied the advertisement on the health-care channel: "Your body cold is mostly due to the invasion of cold evil, and cold is yin evil, which can easily damage yang. Do you know what is called 'yin'?" Is Sheng Zeyang sick?"

Chongyan's eyebrows twitched, interrupting the little magician's unrestrained imagination: "Little student Chen Doudou, the topic of being born with a cold body... shall we stop here?"

Jiang Meng laughed out loud with a "poof", her eyes bent into two crescents: "I haven't told you to eat more jujubes and brown sugar!"

Chong Yan couldn't help laughing too, stretched out his hand and rubbed Jiang Meng's head.

The two laughed and quarreled in the noodle shop for a while, Jiang Meng was a little sleepy, he rubbed his eyes, and laid down on the clean table: "I'll squint for a while, call me when the time comes."

Chong Yan nodded, with an undisguised gentleness on his face: "Go to sleep."

Jiang Meng's eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't hold it anymore, he hummed softly, and soon fell asleep.

It was approaching midnight, and there were only a few customers left in the noodle shop. Jiang Meng was sleeping on the table, not noticing that there was a dark shadow approaching behind him.

"Di Ting." Chong Yan sat without moving, and called out a name lightly.

The black shadow swayed around Jiang Meng, and gradually transformed into a human form: "Hey, my god, Lord Ghost King, what are you doing?"

Chong Yan slightly raised his chin, "As you can see."

The shadow of the human figure looked left and right around Jiang Meng's face again, and said "tsk": "This is the cutie you have been looking for for thousands of years? It is really super invincible and soft~"

Chong Yan glanced at Di Ting without interest, and the latter bounced five meters away as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

"Do you want to protect it like this?" Di Ting floated back with a smile, and looked at Chong Yan with a meaningful expression on his face: "What is so special about the person who can make Lord Ghost King fall in love with you for so long? You don't hesitate to use it." Most of the soul power in his body... in exchange for his life in the world?"

Chong Yan's face changed, and he stretched out his palm lightly on the table, and firmly grabbed Di Ting's neck: "Don't let me hear this sentence a second time."