Zimmer in Fast Time Travel

Chapter 39

Zimmer tried to clear his mind.The unfinished threat in Uncle Ling's words is self-evident, and if he keeps Bai Cangwu here, I'm afraid that person will really do something.

At this time, Bai Cangwu also woke up completely, struggling to get up, holding his forehead with his hands, and looking at Ji Mo blankly.It took a while to realize that his clothes were disheveled. He didn't understand what happened, so he closed his clothes a little embarrassedly.

Before he asked, Ji Mo said: "You are not feeling well, I will help you to rest for a while. Now that you are awake, go back."

"Didn't I just be with you..." Bai Cangwu became even more puzzled: "Why...?"

Jimo smiled and said, "Maybe it's the cold wind."

Where does the cold wind come from in the room, Ji Mo obviously has a metaphor.

Bai Cangwu remembered his reason for prevaricating Zimmer yesterday, and a shadow quickly flashed across his eyes, which was so fleeting, making one wonder if he had misread it.

Two people have their own thoughts, their bodies yearn for each other, and the sweet taste has not disappeared, but their hearts are full of gaps, and they can't take a step closer.

Bai Cangwu paused as he passed by Jimo.

"Xiu Qi." He called softly.

Ji Mo was motionless and silent, and no emotional fluctuations could be seen from his calm side face and lowered corners of his eyes.

Bai Cangwu didn't say anything, as if he had given up.Just when Zimmer thought he would leave directly, the man stretched out his arms and wrapped him in his arms.

Ji Mo suddenly stiffened.The source of the fragrance is close at hand, and he can be buried in the diffuse fragrance with a slight turn of the head, which makes his heart itchy.He couldn't help clenching his fists by his side, restraining that instinctive impulse.

"Xiu Qi." Bai Cangwu called his name again.When he called these two words, it seemed that he deliberately lowered his voice and said it tremblingly.

The itchy air drilled into Zimmer's cochlea, crawling along his blood in the body.Jimo has never had such a pain in the ass that he wants to but has to endure. Before his reason is completely disconnected, he decisively pushes Bai Cangwu away.

Bai Cangwu staggered, stepped back, and bumped into the table behind him.

"Why do you reject people so far?" He stared at Jimo's face, wanting to see his shake.

"Brother Cangwu, for the good of both of us, please come back."

Ji Mo clenched his lips, struggling with the primitive impulse in his body, and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth.

Please hurry up and go!If we don't leave, the two of us accidentally misfired, and both of us will die ugly. Do you believe it or not?

Ji Mo didn't have the extra energy to entangle with Bai Cangwu too much. Beads of sweat slipped from his temples. In order to resist the instructions given to him by his body instinct, he had already exhausted all his energy. He could only hope in his heart Bai Cangwu can understand a little bit, don't try to die.

In Ji Mo's silence, Bai Cangwu sensed his resistance.He laughed to himself, and finally left.

It wasn't until the smell finally faded with Bai Cangwu's departure that all the muscles in Ji Mo's body suddenly relaxed, and he let out a slow and long breath.

It took him a lot of willpower to restrain his urge to Bai Cangwu, it's like letting a person who has been hungry for three days resist a table of delicious food, it is against human instinct .If Bai Cangwu hugged him again without hesitation, he would definitely have to disarm and surrender.

Fortunately...Jimo felt a little disappointed amidst his rejoicing.

After all, he has endured it for a long time, um...

I don't know if Uncle Ling is satisfied with the result.

Ji Mo sometimes imagines what kind of expression will appear on the face under Uncle Ling's mask under different circumstances.It would bring him a little trifle of amusement.And sometimes he would have a hidden worry for Uncle Ling: Will he become facial paralyzed after wearing the mask for a long time?

But now Ji Mo doesn't want to spend energy to deal with a big cat with fried hair, so he just stays in the study, trying to calm down and read a book.Chunhui was also recruited by him to serve Yanmo.

After barely reading a few lines of the book, the fragments of the text slipped through and out of his mind. After repeated attempts, Ji Mo admitted that he couldn't read it anyway.He put down the book and turned his attention to Chunhui who was beside him.

Chunhui didn't notice the master's gaze, opened his mouth and yawned as if no one else was there, the corners of his eyes were covered with water vapor, and his waxy white face was shining brightly.

Ji Mo's heart moved, and the two fingers pinched it up consciously, pinching and squeezing the elastic and tender cheek flesh.

"Well...don't do it, third master."

Chunhui hid and hid pitifully, but still couldn't escape Jimo's claws, so he could only look at him with his round eyes open, crying or not.

After messing around for a while, Ji Mo's mood improved a lot, and he said generously, "Well, well, I'll let you go for now."

Chunhui's eyes were still red, and he showed a very relieved expression upon hearing this.

"Third Master, you play with the little ones every time." He complained, his tone sounded like a baby.

"Do you know that many people beg your grandfather to play, but your grandfather and I don't even care about it."

Ji Mo pulled Chun Hui to sit on his lap and asked him, "How long have you been with me?"

"It's been five years!"

"Well, wait for another two years..." Jimo said, but stopped talking.

He wanted to say that after two years, he begged Grandma Li to return the contract of sale to Chunhui, and let him go out of the house to marry a wife and have children.Zimmer came from that era of relative equality, and he is not very able to adapt to the ancient way of selling himself as a slave.

However, after thinking about it again, this kid's mind is weak, his body is not strong enough, and he doesn't have any skills, so he might not be able to support himself if he leaves Li Mansion.

Chunhui heard him stop talking halfway, and looked at him suspiciously.

Ji Mo gave him a look of resentment, like looking at a brother who is useless, turned his head and drove him away, took out a copy of "Thousand Characters" from the shelf, and said, "Master it by heart."

"This...Third Master, what are you doing memorizing this, the young ones don't take the number one exam."

"Not only must you be able to memorize, but you must also be able to write."

Chunhui was very dissatisfied and said: "The third master himself wants to take the No. [-] Scholar exam. Of course he has to study. You have worked hard on your studies, and you have to suffer along with the younger ones."

Ji Mo knocked on his head, and said angrily: "I don't know what's good or bad!"

Ordering Chunhui to memorize the book carefully in the study, Ji Mo said when he left: "Memorize it carefully, I will take your test when I come back."

Chunhui agreed feebly, holding a book with a wrinkled face as if facing a difficult problem in life.

Uncle Ling didn't stay in the room, and he didn't show up at dinner, and he still disappeared the next day and the third day.

"That person won't appear again? That would be great!"

Yu Sui said in a brisk and thankful tone, waving the water-soaked grapefruit leaves around the room, and it was inevitable that a few drops of water would fall on Ji Mo's body.Ji Mo was speechless for a while, thinking that Yu Sui was exaggerating too much. Uncle Ling is not a germ, so does she need to disinfect it like this?

At this moment, a shout came from outside the porch: "My brother Xiu Qi!"

Accompanied by Li Xiucheng's loud voice, others hurried in.

Seeing his second brother, Ji Mo opened his mouth slightly.

Oops!Forget the important things!

Two days ago, he went to Grandma Li to talk about Li Xiucheng, but it happened that Grandma Li had gone out, so he left the portrait and came back first.Then Bai Cangwu came to visit, and Uncle Ling followed to make trouble, he even forgot about it!I just remembered seeing Li Xiucheng at this moment.

When Li Xiucheng came in and saw Yusui was there, he lowered his head and coughed, and winked at Jimo.

Ji Mo waved Yu Sui out.

There were only two brothers left, Li Xiucheng immediately approached, and asked cautiously: "That matter... what does mother say? When I went to greet mother just now, I didn't dare to look at her."

Ji Mo silently felt a little guilty, and smiled unpredictablely.

"Mother said it was very good, she will help you find out." Although he was guilty, it didn't prevent him from talking nonsense with his eyes open.

"Really? Great!"

Li Xiucheng's eyes were bright, he looked at him gratefully, held Jimo's hand, and said sincerely: "Thank you, good brother! If it really works, you will be the number one hero!"

Ji Mo smiled calmly, turned around and waited for his second brother to leave, then hurried to Grandma Li's place.

Grandma Li was quite surprised by his arrival.

"It's really lively here today. Your second brother walks on the front foot, and you come on the back foot."

"Mom, I have something to tell you."

Grandma Li nodded, not surprised at all: "Just tell me, you won't come to me even if you have nothing to do."

Ji Mo ignored the run-on in Grandma Li's words, and went straight to the point: "Mother, have you ever seen the portrait I left with you two days ago."

"That, look." Grandma Li suddenly showed a gratified smile, warmly took her son's hand, and patted the back of his hand, as if comforting a child, "Mother understands."

"...?" He didn't say anything yet!

Ji Mo was surprised: Could Grandma Li know fortune-telling?

"Mom, what do you understand?" He asked cautiously.

Grandma Li covered her mouth and smiled, and looked at him teasingly: "Mother guessed the painting as soon as she saw it. Well, you have grown up, this is also human nature, mother understands."

Zimmer: "..."