The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

At first, in the eyes of Xiao Jingchuan and others, Bai Sheng was at best a lunatic who liked to hide in the dark and watch games.

but now……

I'm afraid, he has long been a complete madman.

now……

From Ye Xuewei to Ma Tianxi, he began to attack people who had nothing to do with his childhood trauma, which showed that his mind was completely abnormal and out of control, full of destructive desire and aggression.

So who is the person Bai Sheng pays most attention to now and the person he wants to destroy the most?

It's Xiao Jingchuan.

He has been observing this "similar person" for more than ten years, but his performance makes him very dissatisfied.

The beast's alert sounded again.

Xiao Jingchuan had a stern face, held Tang Jiao's shoulders, leaned over and locked his eyes with her, and said seriously:

"From now on, don't travel alone when you leave home and the hospital. I will pick you up personally when you go to and from get off work. If I don't come, don't get in anyone's car."

Tang Jiao's lips turned white. She looked at Xiao Jingchuan very worriedly, "...I, why..."

She didn't know what danger she would be in. In her opinion, Xiao Jingchuan was the most dangerous place.

"Tang Jiao." Chu Fei said in a tight voice.

When Tang Jiao heard the sound, he nervously turned to look at Chu Fei.

"He is jealous of Jingchuan. The jealousy of a madman is very terrifying."

Tang Jiao's dark pupils suddenly shrank.

Xiao Jingchuan hugged her tightly into his arms, "Don't be afraid."

His arms were strong and strong, full of security, and his slightly drooped eyes were dark.

Everyone who was happily discussing the wedding a few minutes ago suddenly felt very sluggish and anxious.

Qin Li patted Qi Dongyang anxiously: "Old Qi, hurry up, think of a way to catch that lunatic!"

Qi Dongyang scratched his hair hard and nodded heavily.

“This case now involves too many, 55 families, 21 deaths, and there may even be many doubts that we have not found.

Senior brother has already reported to the city bureau, and a task force for extremely serious cases should be set up. I will go back to the bureau now. "

After he finished speaking, he patted Xiao Jingchuan's shoulder seriously: "I will catch him as soon as possible...don't move yet."

He told Xiao Jingchuan not to move, which meant that he would give the police time to use legal means to solve the problem.

Xiao Jingchuan held his arm, and there was no need for words between the brothers.

...

At night, after Tang Jiao washed up, he sat on a chair and prepared to dry his hair.

Xiao Jingchuan came out after taking a shower and wiping his hair.

Seeing Tang Jiao with wet hair hanging down, holding an unplugged hair dryer in a daze.

He walked over with his legs raised, bent down to take the hair dryer, plugged it in, inserted his long fingers into the slightly curly wet hair, and blew it skillfully.

"What are you thinking about?"

Tang Jiao sighed, "I always feel uneasy."

Xiao Jingchuan turned off the hair dryer, skillfully grasped Tang Zhi's [-]% dry hair with his fingers, leaned over and lifted her up.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

"Don't think about anything, sleep peacefully, go to work happily, and nothing will happen."

"Ah."

Tang Jiao put his arms around his neck and leaned against his chest.

On the bed, Xiao Jingchuan held Tang Jiao in his arms, stroking her back and lulling her to sleep in a low voice.

Tang Jiao, half asleep and half awake, muttered: "Brother Jingchuan, it will be fine..."

Xiao Jingchuan paused for a moment, lowered his head and placed a patch on her forehead, and responded in a low voice: "Yes, I'm here, sleep peacefully."

The cold frost of early winter spreads quietly on the garden lawn tonight.

In the dim bedroom, Xiao Jingchuan's eyes were heavy.

It was he who was careless.

Ignore that this is a neurosis with terrible patience.

I didn't kill him as soon as I returned home.

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"Chuan'er, Jiaojiao, what are the styles of these invitations?"

Today Tang Jiao and Xiao Jingchuan returned to the manor to have dinner with their parents.

Lin Xiaopei came over with a long list and a stack of red invitations.

Tang Jiao was stunned when he looked at the guest list that could be stretched around the garden.

"Mom, why are there so many people here..."

Lin Xiaopei covered her mouth and laughed happily, "It's not much, just take a look."

"Your high school classmates and teachers, your college classmates and teachers, some from Jingchuan are also coming from abroad, your other friends and friends, relatives at home, employees of Xiaoyi, relatives and friends from Dongyang's family, Your father’s friends, your mother’s sisters, your colleagues in the hospital, your company’s partners…”

"Also, those reporters, the media..."

Tang Jiao listened to Lin Xiaopei counting pieces one by one. It felt like Tang Monk was reciting sutras, and his head was spinning.

She looked at Xiao Jingchuan as if begging for mercy.

The latter chuckled and reached out to suppress Lin Xiaopei's downward movement.

"Mom, there is one more."

"Ah? Who is it? Who did I miss?"

Lin Xiaopei, who was addicted to wedding games and couldn't help herself, was shocked and quickly checked, "I have been counting for three days, how can I still miss it?"

"Grandma, Jiaojiao's grandma."

Xiao Jingchuan just finished speaking.

Lin Xiaopei paused for a moment, said "Ouch!" and slapped his thigh hard.

He hugged Tang Jiao who was sitting next to him very apologetically.

"Ouch! Sorry, sorry, mom was careless."

Tang Jiao came back to his senses and smiled obediently, "It's okay, Mom, I can just write grandma here at home."

Lin Xiaopei felt very uncomfortable looking at Tang Jiao's obedient and sensible appearance.

When Tang Jiao and her family broke up, she and Xiao Sheng had already raised her as their daughter.

In the end, it was still ignored. The child also has his own family.

Oh, it's really...

What does this make the child think? How aggrieved!

Lin Xiaopei is a very emotional person. Holding Tang Jiao in his arms right now, he is thinking so much that his eyes are almost red.

Tang Jiao hurriedly patted her on the back, "It's okay, it's okay. This is just the time to discuss it. Mom has been working hard to help prepare for the wedding. I've been exhausted recently."

Xiao Jingchuan looked at the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law hugging each other in amusement, and stretched out his hand to separate them.

"Mom, don't hug other people's wives. Go hug your husband."

Lin Xiaopei wiped the corners of his eyes and laughed: "Hey, you brat, you're even jealous of your mother, right?"

Xiao Jingchuan raised his eyebrows noncommittally, put his arms around Tang Jiao's shoulders, and sat down next to her.

Lin Xiaopei hummed and stuffed the thick pile of invitations of different styles on the table into his son's arms.

"You choose your own invitations. I'll go with my husband. No one has the same invitation."

Ms. Lin Xiaopei, who was over fifty but still charming, walked upstairs in high spirits on her high heels.

He was still shouting: "A Sheng! Husband! Come out and say something! Your son is provoking me..."

Tang Jiao looked away from the stairs, met Xiao Jingchuan's evil-smiling gaze, and couldn't help but slap him with his small hand.

"Why are you trying to make mom angry on purpose?"

Xiao Jingchuan took her soft white hand, caressed her ring finger with his fingertips, then picked it up and kissed it.

"She was very happy."