Transmigrating To Become The Boss’s Little Fairy

Ji Rang would tear open a small star every day, and that became all his motivation to persevere.

He even couldn't bear to tear open too much, so one day only one little star was opened, but if she still didn't wake up, then what should be done.

He bought two glass bottles, folded the opened little star, put it in another glass bottle, and watched it increase with the day, but Qi Ying still showed no sign of waking up.

At the end of the month, the college entrance examination results came out.

There was no suspense in Qi Ying's scores. Ji Rang was a little worse than her, but he could basically him choose from the major domestic universities.

Everyone did well in the exam. Yue Li's score was enough for the director department of the School of Media where she applied for, and even Qu Dazhuang would be able to attend university.

At this time, they should have celebrated together.

He should have given her a unique, unprecedented confession.

But no one was happy. Class 2 students sent a lot of greeting cards and fruits when they came to visit. Yue Li heard Qi Ying say that Hexi Temple was good for wishing. She did not like physical activity, still she climbed the mountain for several hours, and climbed to Hexi Temple to make a wish, hoping for her good friend to wake up sooner.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day to fill in the school forms. Qu Dazhuang ran to the hospital holding the laptop and asked him, "Brother, which school are you going to? I'll fill it for you."

Ji Rang didn't even look at him. He bowed his head and folded the little star. His voice was indifferent: "Won't go."

Qu Dazhuang was anxious: "It can't be like this, you got the score that you worked so hard for, and you wanted to get into the university so hard, you can't just give up!"

Ji Rang gave a pause and whispered: "I worked so hard, but not for the college entrance examination."

But for her.

He didn't want to go to college, he had just wanted to go to college with her.

When Qi Ying became conscious, she found herself standing in the courtyard of an old community.

The parasol tree fluttered, and there was a group of children in front of her who are chasing after each other, raising their heads, playing with parasol tree leaves.

The game stipulated that whoever's leaf fell first would lose.

All the children were having a good time, only one little girl with a double ponytail and a mask stood timidly under the plane tree, looking at them enviously.

A chubby little boy took a big breath and blew the parasol leaf high, taking advantage of the flying gap, turned and shouted at the little girl: "Yingying, come and play together! Those who win get strawberry candies.!"

Qi Ying was stunned for a moment, and looked at that little self blankly, wondering if it was a dream or what.

The little one shook her head in a soft voice: "I'm sick, and my mother said that I can't let the parasol tree pollen get into my nose, otherwise it will be worse."

Another naughty boy made a face at her. "You’re so squeamish! We won't play with you in the future."

When she heard this, she suddenly became embarrassed, worried that no one would play with her in the future.

After hesitating for a long time, she took off her mask and joined them.

But it didn't take long, before those parasol tree pollen got into her nasal cavity, and she bent down, coughing and sneezing, and her face was full of tears.

The children panicked and stopped playing the game. They surrounded her not knowing what to do.

There was a sound of horns outside the community, and the man in police uniform returned from work riding an electric bike. The children were very nervous when they saw him. Xiao Pangdun said, "Uncle Qi is back! If he sees Yingying crying, he will catch us all!"

The little girl rubbed her eyes and nose with the back of her hand, and softly retorted to him: "No, my dad only catches bad guys."

The electric bike drove to the side and stopped. The man in the police uniform saw the girl's red eyes from coughing and pretended to be majestic: "You guys. Are these stinky boys bullying Yingying again?"

A group of children stood in a row with their hands behind their backs, shaking their heads nervously.

The little girl pulled out a small handkerchief and wiped her eyes, ran to the electric bike, and said softly, "Dad, they didn't bully me. It was the parasol tree pollen that got into my nose like a bug." With that, she sneezed.

The man stretched out his hand to brush the parasol leaves from her hair, laughed and kissed her on the forehead: "I will cut down all these parasol trees tomorrow. Let’s go, go home with dad for dinner."

The little girl responded. With a sound, she climbed up on the front of the electric bike to stand and waved obediently at her friends.

Qi Ying chased them for two steps, trying to shout something, but couldn't make a sound.

She realized that she was indeed dreaming.

Dreaming of the past.

That ordinary and warm family of three.

Those scenes that would pierce the heart after a moment of recollection, like a slide show, reappeared in front of her eyes one after another.

She saw the little girl grow up little by little, have all the love of her parents, be soft and kind, and never experience pain in the world.

She saw that police father crack one drug case after another, and the families he saved would come to visit during the New Year, and they were grateful for his kindness.

She saw that her mother took good care of the family and handled everything inside and out properly. Dad only needed to work with peace of mind, and she only needed to go to school with peace of mind.

Until the accident happened.

Qi Ying watched the explosion happen, she was like a bystander, heartbroken but she was helpless.

She knew that next, the owner of this body was going to die.

The little girl who always smiled gently had no life in her eyes, as if her soul has been crushed out of thin air, and she had become an empty puppet. One day, she swallowed all the sleeping pills she had secretly saved.

Qi Ying was very anxious, even if it was a dream, she couldn't help but rush to stop her.

It suddenly went dark in front of her.

The whole world was plunged into darkness, quiet and silent, like a vacuum.

She heard sad sobbing behind her.

Turning around, a little girl exactly like her squatted on the ground crying.

Qi Ying walked towards her and squatted down in front of her.

The two people looked up and saw each other in each other's eyes.

"Who are you?"

"I am Qi Ying."

"Me too."

"Why are you crying?"

"I lost my father and mother, in this world I have nothing, I'm so scared."

In the boundless darkness, a ray of white light gradually spread from a distance. There was fear and grief in the little girl's eyes, and she hurriedly hid in the darkness: "I don't want to go out, there is nothing there, I'm so scared." She looked at her pleadingly as if she had caught some life-saving straw: "You are also Qi Ying. Will you go out instead of me?"

Such desperate and painful eyes.

Qi Ying heard herself say: "Okay."

White light covered everything.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, and when her eyes got used to it, she realized that she seemed to be standing in the void, with nothing but boundless darkness, and she couldn't find a way out even if she ran around.

She was a little upset, she didn't know where she could go or where she was going. After a long time, she started to feel bored.

She lay down in nothingness and began to pass the time by remembering the past. She recalled her past life and her present life, with many vivid and bright pictures flashing before her eyes.

She met a tablemate like Little Yue, a group of classmates who entertained herself every day, a police uncle who was as great as her father, and the boy who regarded her as his life.

As long as she thought of him, even here, she didn’t feel scared.

The surrounding area gradually became foggy, and in the white fog, the small figure drifted away.

Qi Ying no longer knew how long she had been here, she hurried to catch up and grabbed a hand from behind.

The little girl turned her head, with exactly the same brows and eyes, and smiled at her with her eyes bent: "It's you, why are you back?"

She held her cold hand: "I came back to find you. Yingying, let's go out together. Alright."