One Hundred Ways the Uncle Collapsed

Soon, with a backhand twist, the chain of the shoulder bag was wrapped around his hand twice, and then he pulled it back, competing with the strength of the boy who snatched the bag. After all, he was not in good health, and Weng Jing was pulled forward. .

A green light flashed behind him.

"Bam—"

He hit the bag snatcher in front of him hard on the back.

Knock people into the air in an instant.

... No matter how many times I watch it, I still can't accept this fantasy plot.

Stepping forward to snatch the bag back into his hand, Atobe Kei turned his head to look at the person behind him.

"Senior Jing?" The young man with dark green shattered hair was tall and tall, wearing a mask, he couldn't see his face clearly, only his amber eyes were particularly eye-catching, like a cat, full of pride and carelessness.

"Hello, thank you for today." The person in front of me obviously knew Yuanshen, but without the help of Yuanshen's memory, Weng Jing could only choose the safest way to say hello.

"It's nothing." The young man stepped forward, picked up his tennis ball, and looked at the man lying on the ground who couldn't get up, his eyebrows raised, he looked more like a cat.

"What about this person?"

"Call the police to deal with it."

"Okay." The young man nodded, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and made a call.

The two stood on the side of the street for a while, and the police soon arrived and took them back to the police station.It didn't look like this was the first time this person had entered the police station. Weng Jing and the young man only asked a few symbolic questions before letting them leave without even going to the police station.

"Thank you today, I have to leave beforehand."

"Senior Jing is injured?" The young man sharply saw the white gauze on her wrist under the heavy clothing and asked.

Atobe put his hand into his coat pocket, his black eyes were cold: "It's just a small injury, is there anything else?"

"No, goodbye, Senior Jing."

"Goodbye."

After finishing speaking, Weng Jing turned and left without hesitation.

The young man stretched out his hand to press the brim of his hat, covering his amber eyes, and left.

Packed a few clothes from the apartment where the original body was provided by the system, and when he was about to leave, the phone in the bag rang.

Then, a female voice, with anxiety and impatience in the voice: "Father has already died, why haven't you come back yet?"

Weng Jing pursed his lips. After all, she never got to meet this kind old man who adopted her.

"There was a car accident." The woman's voice was clear and cold, telling the truth, leaving the other party speechless.

"When are you coming back?"

"arrive tomorrow."

"Jingwu will pick you up then."

"Row."

After hanging up the phone, Weng Jing stared at the call page in a daze for a while, wondering what the Atobu would be like this time?

48.02

On the plane, Weng Jing met the young man who helped her snatch her bag back today.

The young man's amber cat eyes saw her, and he just raised his hat brim as a greeting.

Really arrogant.

But the current Atobe King doesn't care so much, and her original temperament is not someone who cares about these things.

The young man looked at the seat with his eyes covered by the brim of his hat. The man who looked calm and introverted had a slight thought in his eyes.This person is not angry?

But it doesn't have much to do with him. Senior Tezuka's mind, he never likes to think about it, it's too deep.

The plane traveled steadily through the stratosphere. At night, Weng Jing put on an eye mask and neck pillow for himself to relax and fall asleep.

After a peaceful night's sleep, Weng Jing woke up before the plane landed.

Even if I fly in business class, I still can't change that sleeping in such an environment will not make people feel comfortable.

The flight attendant was already reminding the passengers to check if there was any missing luggage. Weng Jing sat up, put away his belongings, and prepared to land.

As soon as I got off the plane, a staff member from the airport came to pick me up, saying that people from the Atobe family were waiting in the VIP room.Weng Jing stretched out his hand to stroke the slightly messy hair on his sideburns. No matter which world this Atobu Jingwu is in, he is so particular about ostentation.

When she came to the VIP room and saw Keigo Atobe sitting on the sofa for the first time, the young woman frowned deeply.

The man was dressed in a black suit, sitting elegantly, and could not make mistakes, but his brows and eyes were cold, which gave people a strong sense of alienation.And those phoenix eyes - sea blue.

Weng Jing stood at the door, thought for a moment, and called out: "Jing Wu."

The man in the room heard the voice, stood up and approached her.As he approached, not only did people feel a strong sense of alienation, but also a sense of oppression that was almost suffocating.

"aunt."

Weng Jing: There was no fluctuation in her heart and she even wanted to give him a brick.

"Thank you for making the trip." Weng Jing nodded, and the luggage carried by the airport staff behind him was taken over by the driver behind Keigo Atobe.

Weng Jing still spoke flatly: "You're welcome."

"Yeah." The woman nodded and turned sideways to let Keigo Atobe go first, but the man stood there, motionless.

The doubt in his eyes flashed away, Weng Jing turned his head and looked at those sea-blue phoenix eyes, motioning to ask: Do you want to leave?

Atobe Keigo and the woman maintained a distance of more than one meter, and said, "Auntie first."

Weng Jing didn't struggle anymore, nodded and walked out first.

The two left the airport through the VIP channel.

When riding in the car, Weng Jing noticed that although Keigo Atobe was sitting in the back seat with him, he tried his best to keep himself and her within the furthest distance in the same car.

This Atobe Keigo seems to have no problem, is it very repulsive to contact with people?Or reject contact with her?

No matter what attitude Atobe Keigo has, it is still not a good time for her to try first.Moreover, the proposition of 'regaining a new life' is too broad, and she hasn't touched the entry point yet.

The car drove directly into Atobe House and stopped in front of the fountain in the central courtyard.

Weng Jing got out of the car and met her nominal "brother and sister-in-law", the Atobe couple.

They waited for her at the door, which was enough to save face.

The president of Atobe is tall and handsome, and he is almost carved out of the same mold as Keigo Atobe beside him, but his temperament is different. One has been honed by the years, and the other is slightly immature in comparison.

And her sister-in-law, Mrs. Atobe, with a serious face, doesn't seem so approachable.

"Brother, sister-in-law." Weng Jing stepped forward and took the initiative to say hello, "Papa?"

"Father passed away on the day I gave you the information, why did you come back so late!" the president of Jibu asked, his unceremonious tone made Weng Jing frown.

"I was already on my way back when I received my brother's message. There was a car accident on the way, and I didn't expect it." Weng Jing raised his eyes and collided with those sharper eyes, "My brother still thought that Dad was on my way. It's not important in your heart, and you deliberately delay time and refuse to return to Japan?"

The president of the trace department looked at this righteous sister who was nearly 20 years younger than him and snorted coldly, then turned around and entered the living room: "You know what it is."

After the head of the family entered the house, Mrs. Atobe said, "Little auntie is exhausted, let's rest first. Michael has arranged for someone to clean your room."

"No, I want to go see my father first." Weng Jing shook his head, no matter what, this old man who kindly adopted her had to go to burn incense sticks.

Mrs. Atobe was obviously a little impatient, and frowned: "Jingwu took your aunt to worship grandpa."

Weng Jing's eyes became colder, and this family was more ruthless than she imagined.Compared with the warm Atobe house in the previous world, this Atobe house can only be described as a 'residence'.

"Auntie, this way." A man's voice sounded from the left, Weng Jing nodded, turned around and followed Atobe Keigo to the mourning hall set up in Atobe's house.

Seeing the black and white photo of the old man, the warm smile on that kind face cut down on her cold first impression of this kind of residence.It also reminded her of her grandpa.

When she comes home from vacation, she will make delicious sweet and sour balls; she will secretly give her a New Year's bag and not let her tell grandma; the novelty things sent by relatives will be secretly hidden and eaten when she returns.

Kneeling in front of the spirit tablet, Weng Jing solemnly bowed three times and saluted. He only hoped that the old man would vote for a good family in the next life, be safe and successful, happy and healthy.

Atobe Keigo saw his nominal aunt not far behind him, and his probing eyes turned around her a few times.

Is this still the out-of-the-way Atobe Kei?

After the worship, Weng Jing stood up and said, "Housekeeper Michael, please take me back to my room."

"Jingwu worked hard today."

"Since my aunt is fine, I'll go back to the company first."

"it is good."

Atobe Keigo turned around and strode away.

Michael took Weng Jing back to his room. After the arrangement was settled, Michael bowed lightly, which can be said to be a warning: "Miss Jing, please don't go to the third floor after night. Master Jingwu has been sleeping for the past two years. The situation is not very good, if someone goes up, it will disturb him."

Weng Jing closed the door with a pause, raised his eyebrows lightly, glanced around the stairs leading to the third floor, nodded and said: "Okay, I see."

"Miss Jing has had a hard day, please rest early."

"Thank you, Michael Butler."

Weng Jing closed the door. On the first day she came back, without knowing anything, it was better for her to stay put.

Upon entering the door, I was shocked by the layout of the room at first sight.

Fiery red everywhere... How flamboyant is this original owner?

Rubbing the sore forehead, Weng Jing decided to ignore it and deal with the furnishings in the room tomorrow.And her top priority now is to find out if there is a diary about the original body in the room or other things that record things related to the original body.

This original body seems to be related to her