Chapter 1119 Two Jiang Delusion

"Too much laundry detergent."

Li Qinian had just finished looking at his little fleshy face in the mirror, when he turned his head and found that the man had poured a large bottle of laundry detergent into the water, layers of foam had formed in the basin, and he could not see the cassock at all.

Jiang Wang paused: "...Oh."

The slender fingers continued to scrub the cassock.

Li Qinian simply stretched out both hands: "You carry me down, I will wash myself."

She only had this cassock, which would be gone if it was washed.

Jiang Wang directly lifted the man off the sink:

"You come."

There is no guilt at all for slave labor.

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

Li Qinian: "..."

"Are you sure you can?"

Jiang Wang looked down at her from above.

The corners of Li Qinian's mouth twitched, and the one who knows the current affairs decisively is Junjie:

"It's better for you to come."

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

"This is your room."

He brought Li Qinian to the guest room.

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

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

"Good night."

Jiang Wang directly turned off the light for her.

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

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

"Master."

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

Jiang Lu's mind is full of those big black eyes that were lively just now:

"Have you found 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 Lu's face was as calm as the deep sea, as if such a result was worthy of such a small group full of mysteries.

This little monk of unknown origin has a clear goal, he came straight to him, and even knew a lot about his living habits...

"Master, do you think I want to send people away? It's too unsafe to keep such a time bomb by my side."

Special Assistant Zhang liked Li Qinian at first, but his attitude changed when he found out that she couldn't find any information about her. A child who couldn't find any information through Jiang's channel must have a difficult background.

"Need not."

Jiang Wan lowered his eyes and opened his mouth.

Although this little guy is a bit skinny, he is quite well-behaved.

What's more, if she really has a problem and puts it under his nose, he will be more at ease.

Taking a ten thousand step back, even if she wants to kill him, she has no chance. With her small arms and short legs, she has no lethal power at all. If she wants to kill him, she might as well just act cute and use that little angel's face Kill him directly, maybe a little faster.

Special Assistant Zhang: "Understood."

………

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

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

The man has a slender figure, his back is facing him, and his back looks familiar...

Jiang Wang stared at the figure from the back without opening his mouth. After a while, the figure finally turned around slowly, revealing a face exactly like him! !

Jiang Wan's pupils shrunk slightly, trying to talk to the man across from him.

"Who are you?"

Although the man in front of him had the same face as him, he was wearing a hospital gown and his face was pale. When he looked carefully, he was even more youthful than himself.

"and who are you?"

Another "Jiang Lu" also spoke, and the timbre of his voice was exactly the same as his! !

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

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

Is it to imply that he will be sick and hospitalized in the future?

"Jiang Lu" stared at the suit on his body, and finally there was a reaction on his dead face:

"You are older than me."

He used an affirmative sentence.

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

So he was dreaming of his future self?

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

He's been dreaming a lot lately.

Dreaming of Jiangcheng, dreaming of traveling thousands of miles, dreaming of himself when he was a child, and even... dreaming of his dead parents, but the person he most wanted to see was not there.

There is no thought in this world.

Even seeing her in his dream has become a luxury.

He is like a ghost, floating above the city, looking down on all living beings, but he cannot participate in them.

The two men stood quietly in different clothes, neither of them spoke.

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

"How old are you now?"

"Jiang Lu" looked up at him, but didn't speak, it was too stupid to talk to himself in a dream.

The 27-year-old Jiang Zhu seemed to be able to see what he was thinking at a glance.

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

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

"Jiang Lu" still didn't speak, his face was pale, and the air pressure around him was deathly still.

"Benefactor Jiang, open the door."

The confrontation between the two suddenly interrupted a small voice.

"Jiang Lu" finally raised his eyes when he heard this soft voice!

It was still a pure white space with no one else around.

The 27-year-old Jiang Ju frowned: "...why can't I escape this guy in my dream?"

"Jiang Lu" also frowned, suddenly dense pain appeared in his chest.

This voice is so familiar...he must have heard it somewhere...

must.

He tried hard to recall, but the pain in his chest became more and more obvious. Gradually, his brain throbbed with pain, as if someone took an ax and slashed at your head. Within a few seconds, he was sweating profusely and was exhausted. ...

But even so, he didn't stop thinking about it, there was a voice deep in his heart constantly reminding him...

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

It was his own voice.

"Xiao Wang, forget about it."

He heard old man Jiang choking in pain.

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

Another strange male voice sounded in my mind.

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

"I promise, you'll be free soon."

All kinds of voices hit his brain at the same time, all of which had never appeared in the years he had never forgotten.

His brain seemed to have been split in half. He knelt on one knee, resting his five fingers on the ground. The sweat from his forehead dripped down his cheeks, forming a small puddle of water soon.

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 after a while, a doctor rushed into the ward.