Chapter 1119

"Too much detergent."

Li Qi had just finished looking at himself in the mirror, and found that the man poured a large bottle of laundry liquid into the water, and there was a layer of foam in the basin.

Jiang Wang gave a meal: "... Oh."

The slender ten fingers continued to scrub the cassock.

Li Qinian simply stretched out two hands: "hold me down and I'll wash myself."

This is her cassock. It's gone after washing.

Jiang Wang directly took the man off the washing table:

"You come."

There is no guilt about slave labor.

Li Qinian rolled up his shirt sleeve and prepared to wash his clothes, but the sleeve of the men's shirt was too big. As soon as she raised her hand, the sleeve fell down.

Li Qinian: "......"

"Are you sure you can?"

Jiang Wang looked down at her.

Li Qinian took a swipe at the corners of his mouth, and he was a hero who knew current affairs decisively:

"You'd better come."

Jiang Wang didn't say anything. After washing the cassock, he found a place to dry it.

"This is your room."

He took Li Qinian to the guest room.

This small private apartment has only two rooms, one master bedroom and one guest room.

Li Qinian climbed into bed with short legs, got into the quilt, covered the quilt, and blinked at Jiang:

"Good night."

Jiang Wang turned off the light for her directly.

Leaving the guest room, he didn't go directly back to the master bedroom, but went to the study.

The computer screen in the study was still on. He clicked the mouse a few times and a video phone popped up.

"Young master."

Zhang tezhu is at the other end of the screen.

Jiang Wu's mind was full of those big dark eyes just now:

"Did you find it?"

"No, according to your name, I checked the registered residence network of the whole country, but there was no Li 7 to read this person, let alone a little monk."

Hearing the answer, Jiang Wang's face was as calm as the deep sea. It seemed that such a result was worthy of such a small ball full of mysteries.

The little monk of unknown origin has a clear goal, goes straight to himself, and even knows a lot about his living habits

"Young master, do you think I want to send people away? It's too unsafe to put such a time bomb around me."

Zhang tezhu originally liked Li Qinian, but his attitude changed when he found that he couldn't find her information. The background of a child who couldn't even find information through Jiang's channels must be not simple.

"No."

Jiang Wang drooped his eyes and opened his mouth.

Although the little guy is a little skinny, he is still clever.

More importantly, if she really has a problem and put it under his own eyes, he will be more relieved.

Ten thousand steps back, even if she wants to hurt him, she has no chance. With her small arms and short legs, she has no lethality at all. If she wants to kill him, she might as well sell Meng directly and kill him directly with the little angel's face. Maybe it's faster.

Zhang tezhu: "I see."

………

Jiang Wang turned off his computer and went back to his bedroom. He soon fell into a light sleep state.

When he was sleepy, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

The man has a slender figure with his back to him. His back looks familiar

Jiang looked as like as two peas at the background. He did not speak for a while. After a while, the figure turned slowly and showed a face exactly like him!

Jiang Wang's pupils shrink and tries to talk to the man opposite.

"Who are you?"

Although the man in front of him had the same face as him, he was wearing a sick suit and his face was pale. When he looked carefully, there was a trace of juvenile spirit on the other side.

"Who are you?"

As like as two peas, the voice of the river is exactly the same as that of him!

That is, at this moment, the two smart men had the answer in their hearts.

Jiang Wang really didn't understand why he dreamed of another himself after he fell asleep.

Is it a hint that he will be ill and hospitalized in the future?

"Jiang Wang" stared at his suit and finally reacted on his dead face:

"You are older than me."

He used affirmative sentences.

The precipitation brought by years can't be hidden after all.

So he dreamed of himself in the future?

"Jiang Wang" bowed his head and fell into his own world.

He has been dreaming these days.

Dream of Jiangcheng, dream of thousands of miles, dream of himself as a child, and even... Dream of his dead parents, but there is no one he wants to see most.

There are no thoughts in this world.

He even saw her in his dream.

He is like a ghost, floating over the city, overlooking all forms of sentient beings, but he can't participate in it.

The two men stood quietly in different clothes, and no one spoke.

Finally, Jiang Wanxian, 27, spoke:

"How old are you now?"

"Jiang Wang" raised his eyes and didn't speak. It was too stupid to talk to himself in a dream.

Jiang Wang, 27, seemed to be able to see what he was thinking at a glance.

"I don't want to dream of you either."

He hasn't had a dream for a long time.

"Jiang Wang" still didn't speak. His face was pale and his body was dead.

"Benefactor Jiang, open the door."

The confrontation between the two suddenly inserted a small milk sound.

"Jiang Wang" finally raised his eyes when he heard the soft waxy voice!

It's still a pure white space without anyone else around.

Jiang Wang, 27, frowned: "... How can I escape this guy in my dream."

"Jiang Wang" also wrung his eyebrows and suddenly felt a dense pain in his chest.

Such a voice is so familiar... He must have heard it somewhere

certain.

He tried to recall that the pain in his chest became more and more obvious. Gradually, his brain also hurt. It was like someone slashing your head with an axe. In a few seconds, he was sweating and weak

But even so, he didn't stop thinking about it. A voice in the bottom of his heart kept reminding him

"She's dead, but how can you forget her..."

This is his own voice.

"Xiao Wang, forget it."

He heard master Jiang's painful choking voice.

"Young master Jiang, look at this oil painting. What do you see in the center of the painting?"

A strange male voice rang out in my mind.

"Look at this clock... Take a deep breath, relax... Relax..."

"I promise you'll be free soon."

All kinds of sounds hit his brain at the same time. They were all sounds he had never seen in these years.

His brain seemed to be split in two. He knelt on one knee and his five fingers on the ground. The sweat on his forehead trickled down his cheeks and soon formed a small pool of water stains.

At the same time, the instruments in the VIP ward sounded a fierce alarm.

The little nurse in front of the hospital bed quickly rang the call bell. Soon, a doctor rushed into the ward.