[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Chapter 47

"Help--!"

Zhitao was running on the deserted street, his chest was filled with cold air, he coughed uncontrollably and shouted for help.

The dark figure behind him was getting closer and closer, the knife in the man's hand gleamed coldly, he was chasing Zhitao with all his strength, like a shadow swimming in the water.

"Help! Help me!" Zhitao's eyes were hot, her heart was beating so fast that it was about to fall out, and her voice echoed in the street.

The man in black got closer and closer, raised the knife in his hand high, and stabbed him in the back.

"...Hoo." Zhitao woke up, blinking her eyes quickly, her vision was blurry, and everything was shaking slightly.

His boyfriend noticed the abnormality and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Zhitao lifted his head from Jiang Wenhao's shoulders, touched the mask on his face, and then relaxed. He shook his head first, and then asked, "How long will it take us to arrive?"

They were taking the subway to Jiang Wenhao's hometown. The journey was far away. In the middle, Zhitao woke up several times. Jiang Wenhao moved his shoulders, "It should be half an hour."

He noticed Zhitao's sleepy eyes, "Do you want to sleep a little longer? You didn't sleep well last night."

"No." Zhitao said softly.

Jiang Wenhao didn't continue to persuade, Zhitao leaned his head back on the seat, and stared blankly at the scenery outside, it was very cold now, but the trees outside were still green, as if summer was still there, just like Zhitao's totally different.

Jiang Wenhao's home is in a typical water town. Zhitao accompanied him home for the Chinese New Year this time, and he also has the idea of ​​visiting this place, but according to her boyfriend, there is nothing interesting in the town.

When the subway arrived, Zhitao followed Jiang Wenhao and got off the train. I didn't feel it in the car, but when I got off the train, Zhitao felt the biting coldness, like piercing your bones with ice needles.

Zhitao stomped her feet, clasped her hands tightly, and looked at Jiang Wenhao carrying things in large and small bags, "Shall we take a taxi there next?"

"No, my family will pick it up, we just go to the place and wait." Jiang Wenhao said.

When they got home, it was completely dark, and Zhitao was cold and hungry, but he was too embarrassed to leave the scene with Jiang Wenhao's family, so he sat awkwardly in the living room peeling oranges, listening to Jiang Wenhao chatting with his family.

"How long has it been since you left this time?" Mother Jiang asked.

"I haven't set a time yet. I think I'll go back after the new year. I'm busy with work over there." Jiang Wenhao said while handing the TV remote control board to Zhitao.

Zhitao's hands were stained with orange juice, so she put her wrist away from the remote control panel and said angrily, "Hands are dirty."

Mother Jiang watched them interact, wiped her hands with her apron, and asked awkwardly, "It's hard to come back once, do you want to stay longer?"

Jiang Wenhao didn't respond, but Zhitao raised his eyes and looked at Jiang's mother more. He remembered that Jiang Wenhao had a conflict with his family. Later, he lay in the hospital for almost a week, and there were still obvious scars on his back.

"By the way," Mother Jiang looked at Zhitao, "Where are you going to get married?"

When she looked over, Zhitao lowered his head again to avoid looking at her. He and Jiang Wenhao had known each other for more than five years and only recently had the idea of ​​getting married.

Marrying Jiang Wenhao, Zhitao threw the orange peel into the trash can at his feet, then stuffed the orange into Jiang Wenhao's palm, seeing the delighted smile on his face.

When Zhitao saw him smiling, his heart and limbs softened. He really liked Jiang Wenhao's gentle attitude towards him, but...

He was afraid that Jiang Wenhao wanted to kill him.

"The country is for the government now," Jiang Wenhao patted Zhitao's hand, "We will do it in June this year, just in time for the sixth anniversary."

When Zhitao heard this, she looked at him. Although she didn't show her face, her eyes were bent. Looking at her boyfriend smiling, Jiang Wenhao couldn't help but hold his hand tightly.

Mother Jiang gasped, "Will the country deal with people like you?"

That tone was like seeing a ghost, and Zhitao's smile fell again, Jiang Wenhao sighed, "Mom."

Jiang's mother didn't continue to speak, she got up and went to the kitchen to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. Jiang's father who was listening beside him was reading the newspaper. He didn't seem to care, but his constantly shaking legs had already revealed his thoughts.

Zhitao was absent-minded about eating this meal, and hid in Jiang Wenhao's bedroom after eating. Jiang Wenhao's house is not small, and there is also a guest room, but this does not prevent Zhitao from relying on him.

"Does your mother dislike me?" Zhitao sat on the bed and asked intentionally.

"She doesn't like anyone," Jiang Wenhao dug out the video tape from the room, "Don't think about such unpleasant things, do you want to watch a movie?"

Zhitao is very vigilant: "Could it be another horror movie, right? I don't want to watch it. If you dare to let me go, I'll lock you out."

"Don't dare," Jiang Wenhao hurriedly begged for mercy, "If you drive me out, who will help you warm the bed?"

Zhitao looked at his busy back, and said maliciously: "I don't want you to warm the bed, you have to wash it every time you finish warming up."

Jiang Wenhao understood the yellow element in this sentence, his ears turned red when he laughed, Zhitao kicked his slippers, and laughed along with him.

"Okay, it's really an ordinary cartoon, I swear." Jiang Wenhao put the video tape away, turned around and walked to sit next to Zhitao.

"I don't want to watch cartoons," Zhitao said disapprovingly, "Don't you have any good movie videos?"

This Jiang Wenhao really didn’t have one. The video tapes he collected were all cartoons, and he was only in his twelfth year when he bought the video tapes. When he grew up and had a TV at home, he never bought any video tapes.

Jiang Wenhao scratched his head, "How about playing games?"

Zhitao sat on the bed in a dull mood. He is a game killer. No matter how simple the game is in his hands, it can become a purgatory-level difficulty. "Then let's watch cartoons."

"Don't be so unhappy, I swear this cartoon is absolutely beautiful!" Jiang Wenhao stretched out his right hand with four fingers facing the sky, funny and serious.

After the movie was played, Zhitao was excitedly preparing to share his experience with Jiang Wenhao. When he turned his head, he saw Jiang Wenhao was sleeping with his head tilted on his shoulder.

As a result, the person who had just sworn to it just now fell asleep instead. Zhitao helped him to the bed, put him in a sleeping state, and covered him with the quilt.

Zhitao turned off the light and lay next to him, very close to him, tracing the man's tall nose bridge and closed eyes with her eyes, she was going to marry him in June.

But does he really love me?

Will he kill me?

Zhitao's eyes fell on Jiang Wenhao's neck, curiously pressed her Adam's apple with her fingers, and then slowly pressed down, feeling it sliding under her hand.

Jiang Wenhao woke up a little bit from his movements, turned sideways and asked in a daze, "... Finished watching?"

Zhitao hummed when he heard his sleepy voice, "Go to sleep, you didn't sleep much today."

Zhitao didn't dare to sleep in public, so Jiang Wenhao would stand by his side every time. After all the trouble today, Jiang Wenhao was really sleepy.

He touched Zhitao's head by feeling, took a deep breath and said, "Then I'm going to sleep, don't think too much, I'll take you out to play tomorrow."

"Good boy, Taotao." He slowly lowered his voice, then yawned and fell asleep again.

Zhitao still couldn't sleep, he slept for a long time during the day, and his mind was overwhelmed, he lay quietly on the bed for a while, and finally planned to go to the bathroom.

Coincidentally, just as he was about to pass by a room, he heard a familiar voice from inside: "Two men doing this, I'm really disgusted to see it."

Zhitao stood at the door, looking inside through the gap, while Jiang's mother was combing her hair and standing by the bed, she gritted her teeth and said, "That thing will kill Xiaobao sooner or later, I heard that he was hacked last year, why didn't he kill him?" Woolen cloth!"

"Leave such a scourge!"

Father Jiang sighed, "Don't talk about it, the incident was so ugly before, do you still want to make trouble again?"

Zhitao pushed the door down on purpose, and the creaking sound was especially obvious in the darkness. After he heard a woman's exclamation from inside, he slipped back into the room like a cat.

He closed the door, then lay on the door and listened to the sound of footsteps walking outside. The footsteps circled around his door and then walked back. He lay back on the bed when the footsteps disappeared.

They are all looking forward to his death, Zhitao thought to herself.

"Did you not sleep well last night?" Jiang Wenhao put the milk in front of him and asked worriedly.

Zhitao didn't wear a mask, and there were obvious black marks on his pale face, which made him a little haggard. He looked at the kind-hearted Mother Jiang opposite, and said in a low voice, "I got up last night to find the toilet..."

Mother Jiang, who was cheerful at first, stopped laughing and stared at Zhitao, like an old monster whose skin had been uncovered by him.

Thinking of this description, Zhitao laughed, "When I met a big shiny mouse, I thought there were mice hiding everywhere in this house, so I didn't dare to continue sleeping."

Jiang Wenhao pulled out the chair, looked at him first, and then at Mother Jiang who was sitting opposite with an ugly face, he understood, and asked bluntly, "Mom, are you talking ill of Taotao behind her back again?"

These words made Mother Jiang tremble with anger, "You know you love this ghost—"

Jiang's father grabbed Jiang's mother and coughed majestically, "Wen Hao, don't talk to your mother like that."

Jiang Wenhao was not at the age where he would say loudly, "This is not my mother". Hearing this, he just shook his head in disapproval, and pushed the egg cake to Zhitao.

Seeing Mother Jiang's pale face, Zhitao ate the breakfast in a good mood. After eating, she shook her head and went out to play with Jiang Wenhao, completely forgetting about Mother Jiang.

After all, he encountered too much malice, if he had to "remember" every one of them, then he would probably be killed.

As Jiang Wenhao said, the town is really not much fun. They thought they could take a boat, but the river was dry and there were no boats, so they had to wander around the town.

Zhitao looked around and saw something wrong, he smiled and patted Jiang Wenhao on the shoulder, "It looks like you are very famous."

This "famous" is obviously different from the conventional meaning. Jiang Wenhao looked at the people who gathered together and talked a lot, hummed softly, and said nonchalantly, "I guess I think I'm immoral, but so what."

Jiang Wenhao put his arms around Zhitao, and deliberately leaned into his ear and said loudly: "I have a wonderful lover, but they don't."

Zhitao wanted to laugh at what he said, she avoided his approaching face and said, "Don't hug me."

"Brother Jiang!"

Jiang Wenhao hugged Zhitao tightly, and only when he heard the voice, he let go and looked back. He was a former junior high school classmate.

Wei Gaowen ran closer, "It's really you, we must not have seen each other for six or seven years!"

He noticed the person next to Jiang Wenhao, "This is that one, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Zhitao was wearing a mask, and looked at this person speechlessly after hearing it, what is that so-and-so, he doesn't deserve to have a name in this town, right?

Wei Gaowen didn't pay attention to his gaze, and was still arguing with Jiang Wenhao, "Brother Jiang, lend me some money, I'm treating my friends to dinner, and I forgot to bring any money with me."

Jiang Wenhao looked behind him again, there was a woman and several men standing there, he raised his eyebrows, and finally understood why this unfamiliar classmate was so hot.

He took out two hundred from his bag and gave it to Wei Gaowen. Wei Gaowen pulled the money and said hintingly: "Brother Jiang, let me have some more, isn't your family quite rich?"

Two hundred is not a small amount at this time, and most people’s family salary is only two thousand a month. Zhitao frowned when she heard this, and said bluntly: “Other people’s family has money, it’s none of your business.” .”

Wei Gaowen is just a punk, her eyebrows raised up, "I'm talking to Brother Jiang, it's none of your business."

Zhitao was not afraid of him at all, and said commandingly: "Return the money."

Wei Gaowen was about to get angry, when he suddenly smelled a special fragrance, which engulfed his reason in a big way, and soon he lost consciousness, and was manipulated to act in a daze.

Jiang Wenhao took back the money and watched Wei Gaowen walk towards his friend. Out of the corner of his eye, he could catch a glimpse of Zhitao's slightly curved eyes. His Taotao knows magic and never hides it in front of him.

he thought sweetly and bitterly.