Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Qiao Nanchu laughed: "Qiao Shi, you think too much of yourself."

Qiao Shenxing: "..."

Whose kind, so much beating.

Qiao Nanchu stood up: "What else can I say? I left without me."

Qiao Shenxing asked him to slow down and said, "I will move Baiyang's residence to our house in a few days."

This is the meaning of gentleness.

"I have no objection." Qiao Nanchu was very calm, holding his hand and looking at him, he couldn't control his expression even with a heavenly man, "You move her in, and I will move me out."

Qiao Shenxing glanced at him.

He walked to the door, stopped again, and added fuel to the fire: "Oh, also, tell your wife, don't engage in blind dates anymore, get in the car and make up for the ticket. I don't really want to do it, don't Force me."

After speaking, he lifted his foot to leave.

Qiao Shenxing unbuttoned a shirt button and cursed with a smile: "Asshole."

Joe Peggy Nanchu went to the second floor.

Without knocking, he stood at the door and sent a text message. After a while, Wen Baiyang came to open the door.

She looked very anxious and quickly compared sign language, and asked him: "Did your father beat you?"

Qiao Nanchu smiled and shook his head, pulled her into the house, closed the door, and said: "Qiao Shi doesn't like to be rough."

Just don't fight.

She gestured again and asked: "Then he scolded you?"

Qiao Nanchu seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile in his eyes: "Worry about me?"

Wen Baiyang nodded, she was very worried about him.

"No." He said in a relaxed and casual tone, "they literati don't beat or scold people, but they can't do a rough person like me.

Wen Baiyang corrected: "You are not a rough person."

He laughed again.

She couldn't laugh, she was very guilty: "I'm sorry."

"Why do you apologize?"

"I am tired of you."

As soon as she finished speaking with sign language, he grabbed her hand, did not release it, and squeezed her finger to play with: "It's not for nothing."

Wen Baiyang did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

"I have a purpose." His eyes were all lights, all hers, and he said, "Isn't it pursuing you?"

The nineteen-year-old girl was thin-skinned, and she blushed and flustered with a word or two that hadn't happened.

It was eleven o'clock at night.

It was cold outside, and the mist on the glass windows condensed a thin layer of ice. The room was very quiet, and there were recordings playing with heavy noise.

"It was you who was outside the door that day."

"Did you see it? Did you see it all?"

This is Luo Changde's voice.

There was a bang, and there was no sound behind.

Luo Qinghe rewinded the recording and listened to it again: Well, there is another person, Luo San. What did you see? It takes Luo Changde to do this with a guilty conscience.

Luo Qinghe turned off the recording. At this time, there was a voice downstairs.

She got up, went out of the door, walked out looking for footsteps, and saw Luo Changde who had just gone upstairs at the top of the stairs.

"dad."

Luo Changde looked up and panicked for a moment.

She asked, like the daughter of ordinary people: "Where have you been, come back so late?"

Luo Changde casually said, "Go and have a few drinks." To test him.

"I thought you were going to talk about something important."

"What can I do?" Luo Changde passed her directly to the room upstairs.

Avoid talking, be guilty of conscience.

Luo Qing and Xiao stood there for a while, and returned to the room. Secretary Shen Yue just called: "Mr. Luo," he said, "Mr. Luo has found someone in the prison and asked him to meet with Prophet Peng as soon as possible."

The other recording is indeed in his hands.

Also guard her.

I am afraid that as long as there is a disturbance, he will push her out.

She knocked her nails on the table and thought for a while before she told Shen Yue on the phone: "Go and check, where is the gardener who escaped from the fire that year."

The front door and window of Luo Changde's room were locked tightly.

He went to the bathroom, dialed the phone, and asked, "What did Prophet Peng say?"

On the other side of the phone, there are people from the Western Prison.

He said: "Prophet Peng refused to meet and no one was seen."

Luo Changde immediately asked: "Can't force it?" He wanted to see Prophet Peng as soon as possible.

The man on the phone said that he was having difficulties, and explained: "It should be the fourth son of the Qiao family who greeted him, and he must come according to the rules."

Qiao Nanchu worked in the Criminal Intelligence Section for several years, and his words were very useful at the police station.

Luo Changde had no countermeasures for a while, so he said, "You think of a solution." He hung up the phone and dialed another, "Shen Yue."

"Mr. Luo."

Shen Yue is not Luo Qinghe's secretary?

Yes.

It's just that, in this world, absolute loyalty is scarce, and most people's allegiance is - benefit.

Luo Changde asked him: "Where did Qinghe go tonight?"

"Go and meet someone."

"Who?"

Shen Yuedao: "Professional runner Z."

Luo Changde knew it, and sure enough, she got it too.

Downstairs, the light in the study is still on.

Chen Li put the document bag on the table: "It has been verified by someone. It is the original."

Luo Huaiyu glanced at the contents of the document bag, and then dialed, "Remit the balance." After saying this, he hung up, then raised his head and ordered, "You go out first."

Chen Li left the study.

He walked to the door, closed the door, looked around, no one, then stood there, leaning slightly, his ears close to the crack in the door.

Luo Huaiyu was talking in the study.

"No one can stay," he said, "find a way to do it."

There is no sound behind.

Chen Li stood still for a while before leaving Luo's house and exiting the villa door. He got in the car and dialed a phone number. The number stored was-Big Ghost.

Chen Li: "It's me."

Oh, it's the little devil of Lord Heiwuchang.

Master Hei Wuchang asked him: "Did you give things to Luo Huaiyu?"

"Yes."

Master Heiwuchang asked again: "No doubt, right?"

Chen Li: "No."

Original?

In this life, it is impossible to give the originals, they are all copied and burned separately, anyway, two people are also pits, and three people are pits.

Moreover, Luo Huaiyu's details and abacus are not yet known, so Zhou Xufang simply took care of it and gave him the contents of the recording, and waited for him to show his fox tail.

Think far.

And the most important thing, Zhou Xufang asked seriously: "Has the balance been remitted?"

Luo Huaiyu is a big brother.

So Zhou Xufang's price is a little higher.

Chen Li said, "It has been sent." He said in an anxious tone, "I did what you said, when will you give me the things?"

What he said was that the stone that hit Peng Zhongming was evidence of his manslaughter.

Of course Zhou Xufang wouldn't give it to him, and pinched his throat to "pretend to be a ghost": "Wait for the time when the impermanent adult does not need a kid."

Currently, she wants him to continue to be a ghost.

Chen Li was holding the handle by her and couldn't resist, so she could only cooperate: "Luo Huaiyu just found someone, as if she wanted to get rid of someone."

"anything else?"

"I didn't hear the others."

Zhou·Heiwuchang Master·Xu Fang is very satisfied: "Yes, continue to work hard, as long as you do well, Master Heiwuchang will not treat you badly."

Master Heiwuchang is in a good mood, because tonight he pitted three bad guys, and he won a lot of mahjong, and the money in his pocket has increased, so he is so happy.

Chen Heiwuchang's little devil Li: "..." This feeling of being on the thief ship and unable to get off!

Over there, Master Hei Wuchang hung up the kid's phone and ran to Jiang Zhi and said, "Luo Huaiyu seems to be messing up again."

Jiang Zhi just came out after washing her hair and threw the towel to Zhou Xufang, asking her to wipe her hair. There was still the damp stained bathroom in her eyes: "It should be to kill people."

Zhou Xufang stood on tiptoe and wiped him: "Whose mouth is it?"

Jiang Zhi guessed: "Maybe Prophet Peng."

"Is he helping Luo Qinghe kill?"

Jiang Zhi looked at her on tiptoe, afraid that she would be tired, bent down, and moved his head over by himself, putting both hands on her waist, making her itchy.

He said: "Not necessarily." He held her waist, held her higher, and let him step on the back of his instep, "Maybe he did something wrong."

At midnight, clouds cover the moon, the darkest hour outside.

The person on the bed slept restlessly, frowning, hands clenched into fists, placed outside the quilt, fingers curled up, struggling slightly.

It was a nightmare, she couldn't wake up.

In the dream, there was an old and strong voice shouting.

"Luo San."

"Luo San."

With a bang, the door of the attic was pushed open, all the light from the outside penetrated in, and the thin mass that was shrunk on the wooden bed was trembling.

Da, Da, Da, Da...

The voice was getting closer and closer, she raised her eyes, the first thing she saw was the crutches, and then up, was a pair of hands covered with age spots.

"Come here." He was beckoning.

She was terrified and shrank from the corner of the bed.

He walked closer and closer with his cane: "Don't you know how to talk, why not call someone?"

She dared not raise her head anymore, hugging her knees, her voice trembling: "Master, master."

The old man leaned over to look at her with muddy eyes and stretched out his hand towards her. He said, "Don't hide."

She shrank back: "No, no."

The voice was rough and dumb, and he stumbled when speaking.

"Observe, Luo San."

Those hands covered with age spots reached out to her...

Zhou Xufang suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Jiang Zhi!"

Jiang Zhi woke up, got up immediately, and went to the bedside: "I'm here, I'm here, what's the matter?" He turned on the light, only to see her sweaty, and the hand holding the quilt was still shaking. He bent over and hugged her. She, "have a nightmare?"

"Yeah." She leaned against his shoulder, breathing heavily, her back wet with sweat and cold.

He hugged her tightly, kissed her between her brows, eyes, and face, once and then, soothing: "What did you dream of?"

She shook her head, as if crying, her eyes were red, and her hands were tightly holding his clothes: "I don't know, I forgot when I opened my eyes."

She was pale and hadn't recovered yet.

Jiang Zhi wiped the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her pajamas: "Then I don't want to."

She didn't think about it anymore, but she still had lingering palpitations. Her heartbeat was like a drum, which shook her tinnitus. She panicked, hugged Jiang Zhi's waist, and hid her whole person in his arms.

"Jianzhi."

Jiang Zhi touched her head: "Huh?"

"Don't hit the floor, hold me to sleep."

Because his sleeping condition was so bad and he always kicked people, she let him go to the guest room to sleep, but he refused to divide the room, so he said that he would go to the ground to sleep when she was asleep.

He had only hit the floor on the first day, and she had a nightmare.

He lay down holding her: "Okay, hug to sleep."

She leaned against him, next to him.

"Spinning treasure."

"Ok."

He shouted again: "Fangbao."

She raised her head: "Yeah." The dim light from the bed fell into her wet eyes.

"Spinning treasure."

She asked: "Why keep calling me?"

Jiang Zhi stroked her hair spread across his shoulders: "Scream a few more and you can dream of me." He bowed his head and kissed her eyes, "When I am in your dream, you don't have to be afraid Up."

She closed her eyes, only Jiang Zhi's voice was left in her ears.

"Spinning treasure."

"Spinning treasure."

"..."

Sure enough, there is Jiang Zhi in the dream.

In his dream, he was still a thin and handsome young man.

The boy had a bad temper and shouted outside her door: "Luo San!"

"Luo San!"

Luo San opened the door.

At that time, Luo San was ugly, thin and black, with no hair growing, and an ugly little bald head.

The boy was angry with her and talked to her loudly: "Are you going to steal braised pork again?!" When he came to the Luo family, he heard someone say that Luo San was beaten again.

They said that Luo San had dirty hands and feet and always went to the kitchen to steal things.

She didn't have the eyes to see, and didn't know how angry he was. She went to rummage through boxes and cabinets stupidly, and found a paper bag wrapped in layers of paper with a piece of braised pork inside.

She held it in her hands and gave it to him.

The boy was already in poor health. She was gasping for anger, and said in a vicious voice, "I don't like eating meat!"

She also thinks that braised pork is the best thing. In the past fourteen years, her biggest problem is food and clothing. She has never seen something better and thinks braised pork is the best thing.

He didn't like it.

She asked: "What do you like?"

The voice is thicker than many boys in the changing voice period.

The young man was still angry with her and flung his head to the side. After a long time, he said awkwardly: "Dog's tail grass, I like dog's tail grass."

Of course he doesn't like dog's tail grass, but the Luo family is such a big villa, only the grass, she will not be beaten if she moves.

He had a serious tone, and solemnly said to her: "Next time I come, you will pluck the dog's tail grass for me, don't steal the meat."

She thought he really likes dog's tail grass, and immediately nodded: "Okay."

She wants to pick a bunch of dog's tail grass and give it to him.

The teenager scolded her: "Fool."

She also grinned and laughed so stupidly that made him laugh too. He bent his eyes and said to her: "Only I can scold you as a fool, others can't scold you, don't you know?"

She nodded.

She knew that he was good to her when he called her a fool, he just didn't say nice things.

He is the best and best person to her in this world.

"If someone scolds you for a fool, you just plant a few dog-tail grass on the fence, and I will come to you when I see it, and then you tell me who scolded you for the fool."

She looked at him, in her black and white eyes, it was him who looked stupid and stunned.

The boy poked her head: "Do you understand?"

She had a dark face, smiled, and her teeth were particularly white: "Well, I see."

Her voice is not good at all, and she will speak to him in a rough voice when no one is there.

The boy asked her: "You can talk, why do you pretend to be a little dumb?"

"Aunt Xiu said she can't talk."

The young man was fierce to her again: "Then you still talk to me."

She smirked: "Because it's you."

The boy hummed, but his eyes curled: "I'm going home." Turning to leave, he turned back, "Will you not give me the meat?"

"Oh." She wrapped the meat, "here."

The paper was greasy, and I didn't know what kind of paper it was. It was not clean. The young man had some cleanliness and was very disgusted. He frowned and carried a corner of the paper ball.

"I am leaving."

he's gone.

She ran and followed out. She left when he left, and stopped when he stopped her. She couldn't drive her away, and she followed until the gate.

The boy turned his head and waved to rush her: "Don't send it away, go back."

She followed.

He scolded her: "Fool."

The fool also grabbed the iron fence and waved hard at him.