Chapter 178 Fu Le felt a cold wind blow from behind and dodged to the side. A dark figure rushed over, blocking the green jeep that couldn't turn around in time. Two medium-sized men with crew cuts got out of the car and met the dark figure. In the next second, it was two against one, and they fought back and forth without a clear winner. Meanwhile, the military green jeep swerved and tried to leave.
Seeing this, Xiao Zhou was so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes. "Battalion Commander, wake up! If you don't wake up, you'll never wake up again!! Mo Hui, you beast!! Even tigers don't eat their cubs! You dare to lay a hand on your own son! You beast!! If anything happens to my battalion commander, I will definitely report it to the superiors, and you'll be finished for the rest of your life!!"
In the driver's seat, Mo Hui's old face was dark and gloomy.
"This Xiao Zhou is really outrageous." Yang Ling, who was in the passenger seat, immediately scolded him upon seeing this. She turned her head to look at Mo Qixiu, who was lying on the back seat, and a greedy glint flashed in her eyes, but she quickly hid it.
"Don't worry about it." After saying that, Mo Hui was about to step on the gas.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the back seat, the glass window shattered, and a slender, fair hand reached in, unlocked the central locking system, and clicked open the back door.
The scene happened so suddenly that Mo Hui and his wife stared blankly at each other's actions. Then a slender figure leaned out and carried their son, whom they had worked so hard to bring out, out of the house.
Xiao Zhou, who had been fighting like a madman, was also forced to retreat. In a casual turn of his head, he discovered that his battalion commander had been rescued by a tall, thin, and beautiful girl.
Xiao Zhou: !!!
The moment Fu Le hugged Mo Qixiu, she smelled a familiar scent, and her heart skipped a beat. "Wang Li, knock those two out. As for the people in the car, don't worry about them if they don't get out."
"yes."
Fu Le looked at the exquisite face in her arms. It was unfamiliar, yet somehow familiar. The scent that haunted her dreams filled her nostrils. Yes, it was him. She was inexplicably certain.
He strode up, lifted the person into his car, and then drove away.
Xiao Zhou stared in astonishment as the bodyguards behind the woman approached. Then, with two quick snaps, the two men who had given him such a hard time were lying on the ground, unable to get up.
Then, the tall man ran away, so fast that the man didn't have time to react.
"Xiao Zhou!! Who was that just now?! Where did they take Qi Xiu?!" Mo Hui's furious voice came from the side.
Xiao Zhou: !! !! (Realizing)
Oh no, the battalion commander has been kidnapped!! And right in front of him!! No, he has to go find his superiors for help!
Xiao Zhou also ran away, leaving the couple staring at each other in bewilderment, glaring at the two unconscious people on the ground, jumping up and down in frustration.
Wang Li quickly spotted the car he had driven on the side road closest to the hospital.
"You drive, let's go to the airport." Fu Le gave up the driver's seat, got into the back seat himself, pulled the man into his arms, then took out a teacup, poured in a cup of spiritual spring water, dissolved two pills to repair internal injuries in it, and gently poured the water into the cup while holding the man's chin with his left hand.
Gulp... My swallowing ability is alright.
Fu Le frowned, finished the glass of water, and then began to take the man's pulse.
As the spiritual spring water entered, his pulse gradually became more coherent and clear, from being barely perceptible.
Half an hour later, Fu Le fed him two drops of stone essence before stopping.
"Boss, should we buy tickets directly back to the capital?" Wang Li asked.
How can this man be brought over without identification?
"No, we're going to the hotel near the airport."
"OK."
Three hours later, Fu Le and his two companions checked into the best hotel near the airport.
To avoid attracting too much attention, Mo Qixiu was carried on Wang Li's back when he got out of the car.
Wang Li had no curiosity whatsoever about his boss asking him to send a tall, long-legged man into her space; it wasn't something he should care about.
When everything returned to silence, Fu Le walked to the bedside and looked down at the sleeping face of the person on the bed. The face was so unfamiliar, yet it blended in with Fang Ge's features without feeling out of place at all.
It's him, Fang Ge!
He reached out and took his pulse again, and checked his meridians and bones. There were no major problems, except that there was still some blockage in his brain.
"Fang Ge, is that you?" Fu Le sighed. A cool breeze blew through the room, which had no windows open, and ruffled the stray hairs on both sides of Fu Le's face. The familiar scent of herbs and trees became even stronger.
"I've come as promised, and you should wake up now." With that, Fu Le turned his palm, and three emerald green, fluorescent grasses appeared in his palm. He washed them with spiritual spring water, then kneaded them into juice and fed them to Fu Le.
Fu Le didn't sleep much that night, spending the whole time observing the man's condition.
Western Tibet Military Region.
Xiao Zhou finally met the leader who had just returned to the military region at around 3 a.m.
Seeing Xiao Zhou sitting in the office with a pale face, the chief knew that something had happened to Mo Qixiu. "Xiao Zhou!"
"Commander, you're finally back! Waaah..." Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Zhou burst into tears.
"What are you crying about, you grown man? Hurry up and tell me, what happened to Qi Xiu?"
"Commander, the Mohists..." After recounting everything, Xiao Zhou burst into tears.
After listening, the commander's face darkened, and he made several phone calls in quick succession. "Go find Yuan Zhen. He and his men are waiting for you at the door. Make sure you bring Qi Xiu back safe and sound."
Mo Hui's face flashed through his mind. The commander's anger was undisguised. He was really senile. For a woman, he was almost ruined! What kind of taste did that brat Qi Jing have back then?!
After Xiao Zhou left, the commander slammed his fist on the table a few times in anger. After a while, once he had calmed down, he made another call, "...Yes, Mo Hui's resume has some issues. This mission cannot be assigned to their regiment, yes..."
The Mohist school.
"Old Mo, what should we do? We're having trouble explaining this to Jin Xiong." Yang Ling paced anxiously in the living room. Although Mo Hui had already sent people out to look for Mo Qixiu, the woman who had snatched him didn't seem like a good person. The subordinates she brought with her were also quite unusual. Could they really bring him back?
"Don't worry, there's no problem. I sent twenty people out; they won't get far." Qi Xiu had been declared brain dead for a year. In his opinion, there was absolutely no need for him to stay in the hospital any longer; it would be a waste of money. However, the money was all paid by the old chief. If he, as the father, didn't even allow him to pay, it would be too heartless. So, he had been dragging it out like this.
However, this time, the Jin family came to him only to ask for some blood, not to take his life. If Qi Xiu were still alive, he would definitely agree to donate blood.
To his surprise, even taking his own son to another hospital would cause so many twists and turns.
Yang Ling nodded with a wronged expression, then turned around, her eyes filled with resentment. She was the one who told the Jin family that Mo Qixiu had rare blood type. In her opinion, since Mo Qixiu was already like this, it would be better to use him to pave the way for her son than to let him die like this. That way, he would die a worthy death. What kind of older brother wouldn't help his younger brother?
hotel.
At four in the morning, Fu Le got up again to take the man's pulse. His breathing was steady, his meridians were clear, and all the blockage in his mind had dissipated.
Whew... Fu Le breathed a sigh of relief, turned on the light, and prepared to wash up. But when she turned her head, she saw the man who had been lying with his eyes closed sit up and stare blankly at her.
This man, who looks like a tough guy at first glance, has a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, and his eyelashes are long and curled.
Fu Le turned around and met the man's gaze, waiting for his reaction. For a moment, neither of them spoke.
for a long time……
"Lele?"
Fu Le: !!!
That moment felt like an eternity; tears flowed without warning.
"Lele, how can you find me..." The man stood up like a child, then pulled her into his arms, resting his chin affectionately on his beloved girl's shoulder.
The familiar scent made Fu Le lose his composure.
Could the smell of the square pattern be something inherent to the soul? Otherwise, how could it still smell the same even after changing bodies?
...
Fu Le hugged Fang Ge tightly around the waist. "You've been lying here for a year. Go inside, take a shower, change your clothes, and we'll talk when you come out."
"Hmm." The man responded in a muffled voice, then chuckled softly, his voice indescribably pleasant and alluring, "Then let me go."
Fu Le: ...
Only later did I realize that I had tightened the belt around the person's waist.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Fu Le, blushing, was outside preparing clean clothes and towels for the person.
In her mustard seed space, there was a wooden box containing clothes she had prepared for Fang Ge. She had prepared these clothes in the second month after she learned that Fang Ge was gone. From the inside out, they were made like a wife would for her husband. She didn't know what the meaning of doing this was, but she did it because she wanted to. At that time, she felt that her purpose in returning to this world was to manage her family well. Marriage was not something that belonged to her, and she didn't need it anymore.
Fang Ge's death was like a nail, driven deep into her heart. She was numb with pain and lost all feeling.
She once spent a month thinking about what kind of feelings she had for Fang Ge. Was he a friend, an object of affection, or a white moonlight that she could not have? The former was the first one to be ruled out. She was very sure that she liked this boy who was clean and pure inside and out. So, she skipped the second one and went straight to the third one: unrequited love.
But the pink dream she had recently rekindled her hope for everything. She hated the inability to have the one she loved. She had to have the boy who had captivated her youth.
Upon learning that he might still be alive, she felt an overwhelming sense of joy, followed by an intense urge to hold on tightly. So, after learning the address, she immediately followed her heart and came over. Whether it was true or not, she had to find 'him'.
To others, her dream might seem absurd, but for someone who has had two extraordinary encounters, being resurrected in another's body is nothing special.
If she can be reborn, why can't Fang Ge be resurrected in another's body?
Just as Fu Le was lost in thought, a low, husky male voice came, "Lele, a bath towel, clothes."
"Huh? Ah!" Fu Le, realizing what was happening, felt her heart skip a beat and almost stopped. She quickly got up and brought Fang Ge her clothes.
Inside the bathroom, someone was getting dressed in a cheerful mood, and their low laughter was extremely clear, while Fu Le was gritting his teeth.
Click...
Fu Le, who was itching to be mocked, heard someone come out and turned around to say something to him. But when she turned around, she saw a man wearing the casual clothes she had customized for him. He was tall and slender, with a lazy and noble air. He did nothing, just stood there quietly, his deep eyes seemingly able to bewitch people and make them lose their souls.
Fu Le: The original square pattern was already pretty enough, but with this face added, it looks like a fairy.
"Lele, your pants and sleeves are a bit short." He walked over and then, like a clingy person, pulled her into his arms.
Fang Ge smells even better after taking a shower...
Fu Le: ...
“This was your previous height. Now, with this body, I estimate you’re about 1.9 meters tall, 18 centimeters taller than me,” Fu Le said softly as Fang Ge hugged him.
"Is this my high school size?" Fang Ge asked hesitantly. He had forgotten a lot about the past, but those related to Fu Le were very clear, as if they had happened just yesterday.
"Yeah, but you'll definitely grow taller later, you'll be at least 185cm."
"Well, I think it's more than that. When I was working on projects later, I guess I was already 190cm tall." He also remembered his teacher complaining about his height and making him sit down to listen when they talked to him.
Upon hearing this, Fu Le stiffened. She subconsciously didn't want to ask about the past, but now it seemed she had no choice but to ask; she wanted to know.
"Where is the original owner of this body?" Fu Le pulled the person to sit down on the edge of the bed, then pulled over a stool to sit opposite him, to avoid being confused by the person's aura and affecting his judgment.
“Lele…” Fang Ge grabbed Fu Le’s hand, displeased with her distance.
What he remembered most clearly was that in the last few seconds before he lost consciousness, his biggest regret was that he didn't have time to tell Fu Le that he wanted to spend his life with her.
Now that Heaven has taken pity on him and given him a chance to start over, he doesn't want to be separated from Fu Le for even a moment longer.
“Let’s talk first, okay?” She wanted to stick together, but now wasn’t the time. She had to figure out if the square would ever disappear from this world.
“Okay.” He couldn’t bring himself to refuse Fu Le’s words. “This body is empty. His soul is long gone. It’s just an empty shell.” What neither of them knew was that in the original timeline, Mo Qixiu died on this trip and donated all his organs, while Mo Hui and his stepmother’s son rose through the ranks and achieved great success.
Upon hearing this, Fu Le looked at his face in surprise, wondering if he had already passed away.
"After I died, I remained in a lush, green world, in a daze, with consciousness coming and going. The first time I truly woke up conscious was when we met in a dream. You were being struck by lightning, and I saw that your body was charred black. I was terrified and kept calling your name, but you wouldn't open your eyes. I rushed over to shield you, but I was bounced away by something invisible and couldn't get close to you at all."
Speaking of his experience in another world, Fang Ge still felt a chill run down his spine. He thought Fu Le was going to die, so he rushed forward desperately and lost consciousness not long after.
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