Ghost doctor Mommy is good V5

"God... we were almost killed by lightning as a group!" Sherlock said, his face full of shock and embarrassment.

was killed by lightning...

This time, no one corrected Sherlock, because they were really almost killed by lightning-short for killed by lightning.

Feng Yiran was not in the mood to joke with them, and immediately checked if his wife was okay: "Baby, is there anything wrong? Are you okay??"

He himself doesn't care, even if he is missing an arm or a leg, it's okay, but it's okay for his wife to lose a strand of hair.

Xiao Ziqing patted her chest with lingering fear, her face was a little pale.

She shook her head: "It's okay, I was just scared."

Just kidding, can you not be frightened by the sound of thunder exploding in your ears? ?She was lucky not to be scared to death.

After confirming that Xiao Ziqing was safe and sound, Feng Yiran finally mentioned the important point: "Young Master, are you all right?"

After saying this, everyone came back to their senses, it seems that this is really the case!Wasn't it Sang Haoyang's timely reminder just now that everyone escaped?

All eyes were on Sang Haoyang, and he couldn't react a bit, and stood there in a daze.

He didn't understand what was going on, it was just an instinctive reaction, a certain image flashed in his mind, and he immediately blurted out to remind everyone to be careful...

As for why the predictive ability suddenly came back, he himself didn't know at all, just like when he lost it in the first place.

It's really "coming in a hurry and going in a hurry", which is definitely not something that can be expressed in any words.

Xiao Ziqing was more cautious. She looked at Sang Haoyang from head to toe with puzzled eyes: "Are you sure... the ability to predict is really back?"

Just at that moment, it may not be a recovery, right?

"Why don't you try again?" Sherlock suggested excitedly, he really wanted to see the young master's superpower performance, but anyway, there was no admission fee, and he didn't want to watch it for nothing.

However, today's unexpected situation can be written down. It is really worthwhile to follow this group of people.

The Cairns family was really as mysterious as the rumors said, after seeing it with his own eyes, Sherlock was even more convinced, and he also sincerely admired the keen sense of smell of his ancestors.

When he was very young, Sherlock discovered that there were many large boxes in the basement of his home, all of which were old, and the wood grain on the surface was completely invisible.

He didn't know what was inside, only that the locks were rusted, and the wooden box gave off a musty smell.

My father told me not to open it casually, because it contains the precious wealth left by the ancestors, and it may be damaged if it is exposed to the air.

It wasn't until Sherlock was about to graduate from elementary school that he had the opportunity to see the boxes of treasures -- without exception, they were all the notes of the ancestors, carefully recording the secrets of the world's major families and royal families.

Of course, very few ordinary people also have records, but all of them are strange people and strange things. It is not surprising that their family still does not dig out the inside story.

Just like the mysterious power of the Cairns family, Sherlock doesn't know why their family members have such a keen sense of smell.

The sixth sense is a mysterious thing, no one can explain it, it is completely instinctive intuition.

Hearing about many things is one thing, but experiencing it himself is another. For Sherlock, this is the moment to witness a miracle.

"You're a lunatic!" Sang Haoyang pushed Sherlock depressedly.

This guy is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and he hopes that a bunch of weird things will happen every day, so that he has something to write about.

I don't understand why their family is so gossip!
What about recording the secrets of other people's families?They didn't plan to make it public to make money, and they didn't think about selling it to the media, so why waste time and energy digging up those news? ?
Typical full stuffed.

Sanka wiped the rainwater off his face, looked up at the sky, "Then shall we continue to move forward?"

Is that mysterious predictive ability restored or not? ?Are they going to keep hitting luck?The rain probably won't stop for a while.

"I don't think it's necessary. Let's go back first! The rain is so heavy that the sight is blocked. If everyone catches a cold and gets sick because of this, it will not be worth the loss." Feng Yiran made a decisive decision.

Just at this moment, Wen Ya sneezed, and Sang Haoyang hurriedly put his arms around her and turned around to leave.

As a landowner, Sankar not only owns several farms and large tracts of land, but also has groups of servants in his family.

As soon as the group entered the door, the servants got everything ready, and everyone went back to their rooms to take a shower.

Xiao Ziqing just walked into the bathroom, and Feng Yi followed in, automatically and consciously turned on the faucet and adjusted the water temperature.

Seeing his big palms reach out to her chest, Xiao Ziqing blocked it subconsciously, with a look of guard: "What are you doing?"

Young Master Feng laughed: "I haven't seen anything on your body? I just came to cover it now, don't you think it's too late? Be good, I just want to help you take off your wet clothes quickly, lest you catch a cold. "

Really, is he that impatient?
Although he does not deny that he is very impulsive towards his wife and wants to throw her down and eat her, but he also depends on the occasion.

Realizing that she had overreacted, Xiao Ziqing smiled and took her hand away, letting the man serve her.Why would she refuse?

"Honey! I forgot one important thing!" Xiao Ziqing suddenly remembered something and exclaimed.

Feng Yiran was frightened by her anxious appearance, and raised his heart: "What's wrong? Forgot something? Don't worry, my husband is here."

When the sky is falling, there is still a tall man like him, what are you afraid of?
Xiao Ziqing drooped her face and grabbed the man's clothes: "I forgot to bring shampoo..."

Her hair is dry, and if she uses the ones sold in the market, she feels that they are not moisturizing enough. The key is that the addition of various chemical ingredients sold outside will ruin her hair.

Mrs. Feng, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, used more than a dozen kinds of traditional Chinese medicine by herself, and "harassed" a chemist friend, and the two developed a shampoo suitable for her.

Since then, she has only used her own special ones and carried them with her wherever she went, but she just forgot about it when she came to Southeast Asia this time.

Young Master Feng is aware of Xiao Ziqing's living habits, and also knows that she is not hypocritical, but has relatively high requirements for her quality of life.

He touched Xiao Ziqing's face and smiled lightly: "It's okay, I'll have someone bring it over. Let's just wash it off today, okay?"

How clean can rainwater be in the jungle?Even if there is no pollution, most of what drips through the leaves will also carry dust impurities.

If the hair is sticky, it is better to rinse it with other shampoos than water, right? ?
Knowing that it was caused by her own negligence, Xiao Ziqing didn't complain, just nodded with her mouth pouting.

Feng Yiran helped Xiao Ziqing wash her hair, wiped off most of the water with a large bath towel, and then rubbed it with essential oil, so that the hair would not be dry and tangle-free.

Such meticulous service made Xiao Ziqing squint her eyes comfortably, and the corners of her lips were still raised.

"Husband, I feel that my body is slowly degenerating. If this continues, my hands will be useless."

Yilai stretched out his hands and rice came to open his mouth. He didn't need to do anything himself, and he was served by someone to do everything. This treatment was almost the same as that of the Empress Dowager Cixi back then.

Young Master Feng helped her dry her body, and pecked lightly on her side cheek: "Then enjoy it with peace of mind, don't worry about anything else."

Isn't it the duty of every man to spoil his wife?

By the time the two of them got bored for a while and walked out of the living room, it was already full of noise.

"Just try it, if you don't try, how will you know if it's really recovered?"

"How do you try? Do you think those pictures will pop up in my mind while sitting here? How is it possible!"

"Then you just look at Xiaoya! This is your woman, who connects with you, maybe you will feel it when you stare at her?"

"...What am I doing staring at Xiaoya? I don't want anything to happen to her!"

"No, then you also said that a premonition is sometimes a good thing, so you should think hard, think hard, and see if you can predict whether your future child will be a boy or a girl."

"...Fuck! I'm not a fortune teller!!!"

In the end, Sang Haoyang was pissed off by Sherlock's endless entanglement, and frantically messed up his broken hair on the spot, wishing he could kick Sherlock's chest.

Seeing that the "war" was about to break out, Lear walked over slowly with a bottle of beer in his hand: "Stop arguing, such a big man, like a child, is it interesting?"

Because of Chi Guoguo's dislike and contempt in his words, the two people who were at war calmed down in unison, and then they "hummed" heavily at each other unconvinced.

Feng Yiran led Xiao Ziqing to the sofa and sat down, picked up the longan on the table, peeled the shell and put it in Xiao Ziqing's mouth.

Then he glanced at the two naive men expressionlessly: "When Haoyang had the ability to predict before, is the situation the same as today? Please carefully compare the details before and after."

Sang Haoyang was silent for a while, then nodded solemnly and said, "I'm sure it's the same."

"That's what latitude is doing!" Sherlock exclaimed happily for his correct judgment.

In less than two seconds, he faltered again: "But I don't think it's entirely due to this factor that caused the loss of predictive ability, otherwise this guy would be flying around the world all day long, wouldn't he be capricious?"

The same latitude passes through so many countries and regions. If it is only because of this, it is obviously unreasonable.

Xiao Ziqing ate the longan in her mouth, feeling good because of the sweet taste.

Before he finished eating, a big hand stretched out in front of him, spreading out his palm to catch the fruit core she spit out, Feng Yiran's eyes were full of doting.

This thoughtful move made the other people present very uncomfortable.

There was a wry smile on Lear's lips, he raised his head and poured down the beer, but the liquid he drank tasted bitter for no reason.