Chapter 717 Suspecting that Qiqi Is Not Luo Zheng

Fortunately, since childhood, Jiang Musheng took care of Tang Feifei, including buying clothes, so it wasn't too difficult.

It's just that Luo Zheng, that is, Jiang Qiqi, used to wear famous brands, so she might not like the clothes sold here.

However, if you use it for a wash, it should be fine.

Qiqi nodded obediently, and verbally agreed: "Okay, I will be here, waiting for my little brother to come back."

A girl like this is really not an ordinary good-natured, especially likable.

Jiang Musheng smiled slightly, rubbed the top of her hair, turned around to take the umbrella, and was about to go out and leave.

At that time, it was already in the afternoon. Through the window on the side, it could still be seen vaguely. It was misty and rainy outside.

Because of the summer, this time is usually the time when the sun is in the west and has not yet set.

Qiqi looked at the young man holding the umbrella and opened the door to leave.

Inexplicably, the top of my heart trembled, and suddenly I stood up, trotted behind the youth, and hugged him heavily: "Little brother, you look so good-looking, you name me, you are the first person I like. You Remember me, remember me well, don't forget me, okay?"

Jiang Musheng frowned, always feeling that there was something in the girl's words. When she met Luo Zheng again, she had always been so incredible.

It was as if Luo Zheng and Jiang Qiqi were really not the same person.

Slowly turned around, looked down at the girl, and his eyes were gentle: "Qiqi, if you say something stupid, I will not forget you, never."

"Pull the hook?"

Qiqi stretched out her little finger, full of childish behavior, with a bit of cuteness.

Seeing this, Jiang Musheng was stunned. Qiqi was already urging him, and even went straight down to hook his little finger: "Come on, pull the hook and hang it, and it will not change for a hundred years."

Xu was trying to please the little girl, but Jiang Musheng leaned on her to pull the hook, and added lightly: "Lian, you and I have been together for a hundred years. If anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven..."

Before the words were finished, Jiang Musheng suddenly stopped, feeling that it was inappropriate.

After all, this sentence is not an ordinary agreement, but comes from lovers, which seems a bit ambiguous.

However, if he didn't say it, Qiqi was naturally unhappy and asked with a pouting mouth: "What else, little brother continued, eh?"

Jiang Musheng smiled helplessly, reached out and patted the girl's shoulder: "Be good, Qiqi, don't be naughty."

When the words fall, let go of your hands, turn around and walk out the door.

At the next moment, Qiqi stood on tiptoes off guard, pressed the young man's shoulders with his palms, slammed up and kissed the young man's cheek.

Although, it's just a touch of water, which is enough to shock people.

At the same time, Qiqi's eyelashes trembled slightly, hooked the young man's little finger again, and finished the following words: "My little brother, if anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven, he will wait on the bridge for three years..."

After finishing the sentence, without waiting for Jiang Musheng to respond, the girl turned around abruptly, passed through the small living room, and entered Jiang Musheng's room.

Just now, Jiang Musheng confessed that if he was sleepy, he would go to his room to rest.

At the door, Jiang Musheng was unable to return to his senses for a long time, and when he reacted, the girl had already entered the room and was not in his sight.

Fingertips caressed his cheek, there seemed to be a little residual warmth, combined with the girl's gestures, it was quite unbelievable.

"Luo Zheng..."

Suddenly, Jiang Musheng opened his mouth and called out the name, full of complexity.

In a flash, the young man's brows did not loosen, but wrinkled even tighter, as if he was thinking about something.

No, no, she is not Luo Zheng!

In his mind, suddenly, such a possibility emerged.

Even though she looked like Luo Zheng on the surface, she was really unsure whether it was true or not, and it was entangled in her heart.

At the end of the day, the young man whispered again, reading another name: "Qiqi, Jiang Qiqi."

Is she the Luo Zheng in memory, or the brand new Jiang Qiqi?

...

In the bedroom, Qi Qi looked at Jiang Musheng's room full of novelty.

Clean and tidy, like a young man, it is deeply comfortable.

Qiqi went to the window, but did not rush out, she knew clearly that she was a little exposed, and Jiang Musheng was afraid that he would be suspicious.

However, it doesn't matter, suspicion is just suspicion, there is no evidence in the end.

Soon, I watched the young man go downstairs, opened a black umbrella, and walked in the clear rain.

Vaguely, as if he had a good heart, he stopped and turned around, looking up upstairs here.

Across the distance, Qiqi didn't know that he couldn't see himself at all, but he turned around and disappeared in front of the window.

It was not until the young man walked away again that he walked out slowly.

Qiqi looked complicated, stretched out his hand to caress his lower abdomen, and grasped with his five fingers slowly, as if talking to himself: "Little brother, you are so kind, how can you do this?"

Going to the bedside, lying on the youth bed and rolling, smelling the faint smell of youth, Qi Qi narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

Soon, she got up, first smoothed the folds on the bed, then took out the remaining cash from her bag and placed it neatly at the head of the young man's bed.

And then, Qiqi left the room, passed Jiang Wan's bedroom, carefully pushed open the door, saw that the person was still sleeping, and then quietly closed the bedroom.

Carefully open the door, Qiqi walked out and closed it, trying not to make any noise.

Of course, before you go, pull out an umbrella and take it with you.

When he was going downstairs, he happened to be impartial and bumped into a middle-aged woman. This is something Jiang Musheng had already met when he carried her upstairs just after arriving here.

She likes to gossip, and she has the heart to be a matchmaker. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a long-tongued woman.

At this moment, she looked at Qiqi, recognized it in the same way, stepped forward and smiled like a flower: "Oh, isn't this Xiaojiang's girlfriend? It's only been less than a day, why are you rushing to leave..."

Originally, Qiqi didn't want to talk to her, but when she thought of something, a light flashed in her eyes, and she slowly returned a smile.

"Auntie, I want to inquire about something..."

Next, Qiqi fully confirmed the conjecture that this woman is a type of talker... From her mouth, Qiqi almost got all the information about the Jiang family.

As a result, he hated the Tang family more and more, and he had an idea in his heart.

"Little girl, you don't look ordinary, you're from the city? I'm not my aunt, don't say good things to Mu Sheng, look at Mu Sheng, except for a face, the family is poor and white, even if you go to university, What's the use? If you want me to say, it's better to leave school early and come back to find someone to be a son-in-law..."

This middle-aged woman, nicknamed "Aunt Cui", likes to drop by the door and occasionally act as a matchmaker.

Originally, her impression of Qiqi was that she was indifferent. How could ordinary girls in the city like Jiang Musheng?

Luckily, Qiqi wanted to make a cliché and give Aunt Cui a little favor, so she not only told everything she knew, but also looked like a good-natured person.

Qiqi looked disgusted, her eyes flashed coldly, and she ignored her in the end.