Chapter 1119 Two Jiang Wang

   "I put too much laundry detergent."

  Li Qinian had just finished taking a picture of her little flesh face in the mirror, and she turned her head to find that the man poured a large bottle of laundry detergent into the water, and layers of foam formed in the basin, and the figure of the robe was not visible at all.

  Jiang tempted to take a pause: "...oh."

  The slender fingers continued to scrub the robes.

  Li Qinian simply stretched out both hands: "You hold me down and I will wash it myself."

  She’s just this robes, it’s gone if it’s washed out.

  Jiang Wang directly carried the person off the sink:

"You come."

   There is no guilt of slave child labor at all.

  Li Qinian rolled up the sleeves of the shirt and prepared to wash the clothes by herself, but the sleeves of men's shirts were too big. As soon as she raised her hand, the sleeves fell down suddenly.

  Li Qinian: "..."

  "Are you sure you can?"

  Jiang looked at her condescendingly.

  Li Qinian's mouth twitched, and the person who knows the current affairs decisively is a Junjie:

   "It's still you."

  Jiang Wang didn't say anything. After washing the robes, they found a place to dry them.

   "This is your room."

  He took Li Qinian into the guest room.

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

  Li Qinian climbed onto the bed with her short legs, got into the bed, covered the quilt, and blinked big eyes at Jiang Wang:

"Good night."

  Jiang Wang directly turned off the light for her.

  Leaving the guest room, he did not go directly to the master bedroom, but went to the study.

  The computer screen in the study was still on, and he clicked the mouse a few times, and a video call popped up.

   "Master."

  Special assistant Zhang is on the other side of the screen.

  Jiang Wang's mind was filled with the **** eyes that were moving just now:

   "Did you find it?"

   "No, according to the name you gave, I checked the national household registration network, but there is no such person as Li Qinian, let alone a little monk."

  Hearing the answer, Jiang Wang's face was as calm as a deep ocean, as if such a result was worthy of such a small dumpling full of mysteries.

  This little monk of unknown origin has a very clear goal. He came straight to himself and even knows a lot about his living habits...

  "Master, do you see if I want to send people away. It is too unsafe to put such a time bomb next to me."

  Zhang Tezhu used to like Li Qi-nian, but after discovering that she could not find her information, her attitude changed. The background of the kid who could not find the information even through Jiang's channel was definitely not simple.

"Need not."

  Jiang cast his eyes down and spoke.

  Although this little guy is a little skinny, he is still pretty well-behaved.

  More importantly, if she really had a problem, he would be more at ease if she put it under his nose.

Step back ten thousand steps and said, even if she wanted to harm him, there was no chance. Her small arms and short legs had no lethal power at all. If you want to kill him, you might as well just sell cute and use that little angel face. Just cut him to death, maybe even faster.

  Special Assistant Zhang: "Understood."

  …………

   Jiang Wang turned off the computer, returned to the bedroom, and soon fell into a state of light sleep.

  As he slept in a daze, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

  The man is slender, with his back facing him, his back looks a bit familiar...

  Jiang stared at that back figure without speaking. After a while, that figure finally turned around slowly, revealing a face exactly like him! !

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

"Who are you?"

  Although the man in front of him has the same face as him, he is wearing a hospital gown and his face is pale. Upon closer inspection, he is still a little more youthful than himself.

"who are you?"

  Another "Jian Wang" also opened his mouth, and the tone of his voice was exactly the same as his! !

  At this moment, two smart men have the answer in their hearts.

  Jiang Wang really didn’t understand why he dreamed of another self after he fell asleep.

   is to imply that he will get sick and be hospitalized in the future?

  "Jiang Wang" stared at the suit on his body, and finally reacted on his deathly face:

   "You are older than me."

  He used affirmative sentences.

  The precipitation brought by the years cannot be hidden after all.

  So this is the self who dreamed of the future?

  "Jiang Wang" lowered his head, and fell into his own world again.

  He has been dreaming recently.

  Dreaming of Jiangcheng, Lu Qianli, dreaming of myself as a child, and even... dreaming of his dead parents, but there is no one he wants to see most.

  There is no thought in this world.

  He even saw her in his dream became a luxury.

  He is like a ghost, wandering over the city, looking down at the various forms of sentient beings, but he can't participate in it.

  Two men dressed in different clothes, stood quietly, and no one spoke.

  Finally, the 27-year-old Jiang Wang spoke first:

   "How old are you now?"

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

  27-year-old Jiang Wang 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 dreamed for a long time.

   "Jiang Wang" still did not speak, his face was pale, and the pressure all over his body was dead.

   "Donor Jiang, you open the door."

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

  "Jiang Wang" heard this soft voice, finally raised his eyes!

   is still a pure white space with no other people around.

  27-year-old Jiang Wang frowned: "...Why can't I escape this guy in my dream."

  “Jiang Wang” also curled his eyebrows, and suddenly a dense and tight pain appeared in his chest.

  Sound like this is so familiar...He must have heard it somewhere...

must.

He tried to think back, but the pain in his chest became more and more obvious. Gradually, his brain was also aching, like someone holding an axe and slashing on your head. Within a few seconds, he was already sweating profusely, and he was exhausted. ...

   But even so, he didn’t stop thinking about it, and there was a voice deep in his heart that kept reminding him...

   "She is dead, but how can you forget her..."

  This is his own voice.

   "Xiao Wang, forget all about it."

  He heard the painful voice of Old Man Jiang.

   "Master Jiang, look at this oil painting, at the very center of the painting, what do you see?"

  An unfamiliar male voice resounded in his mind.

   "Look at this clock... take a deep breath, relax... relax..."

   "I promise, you will be free soon."

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

  The brain seemed to have been split in half. He knelt on one knee with his five fingers propped on the ground. The sweat from his forehead dripped down his cheeks to the ground, and a small pool of water stains soon formed.

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

  The little nurse guarding the bed hurriedly rang the call bell, and in a short while, a doctor rushed into the ward.

  (End of this chapter)