Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Zhou Xufang, you don't stick to me too much."

Zhou Xufang's experience of getting along with people is basically zero.

Sticky, this word is a little bit superb for her. Well, doesn't she understand that she wants to stick Jiang Zhi every day? Like those eight warm babies?

"I'm going back, you are not reluctant at all."

The tone seemed to annoy her, but there was a lot of resentment, and she even snorted her, like a petted cat. If you don't pet him, it will have a big temper. He will slap you with fleshy paws.

really.

He took another bite on her chin, exerting force.

Zhou Xufang calmly wiped off his saliva: "Yes." Some were reluctant, but she said, "But we can see you tomorrow."

She hates his saliva!

Jiang Zhi's little emotion of being coaxed by her rose again: "You don't take the initiative to kiss me."

Zhou Xufang's serious face was destroyed by him and turned into a shy face: "Yes, someone."

A mention here. When Zhou Xufang was watching TV, she looked up at the sky as soon as she was kissing, and then she was shocked by drinking a can of milk.

After interacting with Jiang Zhi, she got a little better, and she dared to squint.

Jiang Zhi is amazing. He has directed various kiss scenes, how hot they are.

"Lin is late," Jiang Zhi ordered, "Go down."

Ah Wan: "...oh."

Your employer is a beast.

Jiang Zhi closed the car window and moved his face over: "Zhou Xufang, there is no one."

Zhou Xufang looked around and looked around.

Jiang Zhi smiled and looked at her panicked look: "You kiss your boyfriend, why are you acting like a thief."

Ah Wan squatted on the roadside five meters away.

Zhou Xufang hurriedly covered his mouth: "Don't be so loud, if someone finds out that it will affect--"

Jiang Zhi stopped listening, took her hand away, lowered his head and kissed her chattering mouth.

After a long while, Jiang Zhi let Zhou Xufang get out of the car. Ah Wan was already desperate for this world where morality is deteriorating, and he didn't even bother to turn his eyes to the proud Jiang.

Zhou Xufang slipped back to the community like a thief.

The Maybach stopped for a quarter of an hour and then started to drive away. Thirty seconds later, a black Volvo drove out of the community and followed.

Volvo is Zhou Xufang's car, a little expensive, Jiang Zhi still doesn't know it is hers. She surreptitiously sent Jiang Zhi home, one time and one time for almost two hours, and when she returned to the community, it was already over ten.

She parked the car, bought two rows of AD calcium milk at the convenience store in the community, and squatted to drink.

Wen Baiyang also squatted over, typed on his mobile phone and showed it to Zhou Xufang.

"Are you coming over to work part-time later?"

Zhou Xufang said: "Come."

Wen Baiyang brought two small stools. She sat on one and gave Zhou Xufang one: "You seem to be in a bad mood."

Zhou Xufang shook his head: "I can't sleep well recently, I always dream." I always dreamed of the attic of the Luo family.

Wen Baiyang took out a small canvas bag from his coat pocket. The bag was sealed and there was a Walkman inside. It looked like an old thing, a model from many years ago.

She gave Zhou Xufang a headset: "I always dreamed before. This was given to me by my benefactor. It is effective when I can't sleep." She added, "Although I can't hear it."

In my ear, there was a soft piano music, which Zhou Xufang had never heard before. This Walkman is a bit old, but it is well kept. Its original owner must be someone Wen Baiyang cherishes.

"Benefactor?"

"Well, the benefactor who brought me out of the mountain." She used sign language and said, "I have two benefactors, and they are both very good people."

Zhou Xufang can already understand simple sign language.

"So are you." She followed sign language and said, "You are also a very good person."

Wen Baiyang smiled, his round eyes like the star falling from the sky.

Zhou Xufang sat down and drank both rows of AD calcium milk, and got up from the stool: "I'm going home, and I will come back later."

Wen Baiyang nodded.

With the help of the street lamp, she stepped on the shadow of a cedar tree and slowly returned to the community. The figure on the ground swayed and the ends of her hair swayed.

The night is so good.

Lao Fang, the gatekeeper of the community, recently brought his dog too. He was a very obedient golden retriever named Guifei. The concubine already recognized Zhou Xufang and wagged his tail at her all the way.

Lao Fang came out of the guard's room with a pleated smile: "Xu Fang is back."

The imperial concubine and Lao Fang were very friendly to Zhou Xufang. They were so friendly that she almost forgot. The last doorman was so scared by her red eyes.

Although Zhou Xufang doesn't interact with people very much, others treat her with courtesy, and she will try to be like an ordinary person and respond in a friendly manner. She stepped forward and greeted: "Good evening, Uncle Fang."

Lao Fang looked at her more lovingly: "Oh, so good."

The imperial concubine continued to wag her tail.

The street light in the distance was dim, and Wen Baiyang stood in front of the convenience store, with a small smile on his mouth: her benefactor is a very good person.

That year, Wen Baiyang was only fourteen years old and lived in a small wooden house with her grandmother in Damai Mountain. Then, a fire burned her and grandmother's small house less than 20 square meters.

"Yang Yang!"

"Yang Yang!"

"My family Yang Yang is still inside, put out the fire, put out the fire!"

The old woman, with white hair and a rickety back, was being pulled. She was crying for help, crying that her granddaughter was still inside, crying and begging to help her.

The head of Wenjia Village is an 80-year-old man, the oldest person in the village, and the person with the most voice. He has spoken.

He said: "Add all the firewood."

The old woman suddenly realized: "It's you...you set the fire?"

At this time, many people were talking, some of them were holding spatulas in their hands, some were holding rolling pins, and some were holding hoes.

"Aunt Lian, we asked you to drive her out of the village a long time ago, but you didn't want to."

"The catastrophe born of incest, died clean."

"Her dad died, and her mother ran away too, but she was forced to kill so many people."

"It's been a long time since it rained in Damai Mountain. It was her catastrophe."

"Hurry up and burn her to death!"

"..."

The living girl, only fourteen years old, just can't speak, just can't hear, she just has selfish parents, and she is unforgivable in this backward village.

The old woman was crying, the villagers were yelling, and the children were cheering, saying: It's raining, it's raining, the catastrophe is dying...

It was very windy that day, and it hadn't rained in Damai Mountain for a long time. The dry wood caught fire and burned violently.

Someone yelled: "Who went in?"

"It seems to be the guest from Hemlock's house."

"She's out!"

The sealed door was wide open, and the girl held the girl rescued from the fire. The girl's face was black and she had lost consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, the girl walked from the door to the villagers.

She looked up: "Why burn her?"

"Monsters, monsters..."

Later, it spread from the village that the guest of Heshan's family was a monster, that her eyes were the color of blood, that she was floating in the air, that she had no legs, that she could eat children, that she murdered and set fire.

Except that no one said that the girl had saved two lives in the Hemlock family.

The girl is gone.

The girl’s tragedy did not end. It was only two months later. She was ordered by the village chief to enforce the village rules. Wenjiacun is a backward village, isolated from the world for many years. Some of the rules left by the ancestors are still in use, such as— -Those who make a big mistake will be put to death in Shentang.

It is to use the kind of cage nailed to death by wood, lock people in it, put stones on it, and sink the rope little by little into the pond.

The girl is deaf and mute. She can neither cry nor call for help. Her grandmother has already cried and passed out, and no one will beg for her.

Then the man came and walked out of the sunset.

He is a young man.

"What are you doing?"

There are very few outsiders in Damai Mountain. The villagers watched the outsiders who broke in with caution and asked, "Who are you?"

The man is very young, in his early twenties at most, with a grass in his mouth, wearing combat uniforms and camouflage on his face, but he still can't cover him.

"Answer me first, are you killing people?"

The old village chief said solemnly: "This is our village's business. If you want to live out of the Damai Mountain, you should be nosy."

"Intimidation, right." He took off his hat, stroked his hair back, and put on the hat again. He smiled and said unhurriedly, "More offense."

The courageous villager has already picked up his hoe: "Who are you on earth?!"

He uttered two words slowly and leisurely: "Police." Then he took out his gun slowly, "Raise all your hands to me."

The ignorant and backward villagers were so frightened that they had seen such a posture, and made a way to let the policeman pull the chained cage out of the pond. The people in the cage were covered with black cloth.

Pulling the cloth away, it turned out to be a little girl.

He asked: "What's your name?"

The girl pointed to her throat and shook her head.

She can't speak.

He didn't ask any more, dialed a call and asked for support: "Team Cheng, go in for 800 meters--"

A hand stretched out from the cage and grabbed his trouser leg.

"Wen Baiyang."

She crookedly wrote her name on the ground with her fingers.

He said: "The name is good." After finishing speaking, he continued to talk on the phone, "Guankou, 800 meters in, Wenjiacun, bring someone over immediately."

After a while, he hung up the phone, looked at the girl in the cage with the sunset behind his back, and said a name.

"Qiao Nanchu."

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, pulling Wen Baiyang out of his memories.

Her mobile phone and computer are connected by programs, and Zhou Xufang is looking for her.

"Frost."

She went to turn on the computer and tapped a smiling face.

Special software is installed in the computer, which can convert Zhou Xufang's voice into text. She said, "Check someone for me."

"Who?"

"Luo San."

Luo San...

When she checked Luo Qinghe in the past, she briefly checked the Luo family and had a little impression of Luo San: "The Luo family?"

Zhou Xufang said: "Is the adopted son of the Luo family."

She remembered: "Didn't the adopted son of the Luo family pass away? Why do you want to check him?"

"He may be someone I know."

She sent a question mark.

"I have an impression of the attic of the Luo family." Zhou Xufang was silent for a while, "I have dreamed of Luo San. Maybe it wasn't a dream, maybe it was something I saw."

In her memory, there are Luo's attic and Luo San. There are only two possibilities. She is the client or she is a bystander.

"Okay, I'll check it out."

That night, Zhou Xufang had a dream again. It was the attic of Luo's house. There was a window in the attic. Outside the window was a big camphor tree, and someone shouted outside.

"Luo San."

"Luo San."

It is the voice of a young man.

Then the little bald head in the attic ran out, probably not long after the head was cut, very naked.

The young man stood with his back under the tree: "Come to me."

The little bald head ran over, spread his hand, with a piece of meat in his hand, he smiled stupidly.

The boy seemed a little annoyed at him, and poked him on the head: "Did you go stealing braised pork again?"

"You little fool, who said I love meat."

"What's the matter with you? It's ugly."

The little fool laughed.

A flash of lightning struck down suddenly, Zhou Xufang opened her eyes, sat up, relaxed for a few minutes, then lay down, awakened from a dream, and then closed her eyes and couldn't sleep anymore. She tossed in bed for a long time, but she still didn't feel sleepy. He just got up, changed his clothes and went out.

It is already two o'clock in the morning.

The dog on the chain in the Jiang family’s old house suddenly barked: "Wow!"

It is only a Tibetan mastiff, raised to see the family.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Butler Jiang Chuan was not asleep yet, and shouted on the veranda: "Fu Lai."

The Tibetan mastiff is called Fulai, a name given by the old lady.

Fulai raised his neck and was still howling: "Wow!"

"What is the name of the one in the middle of the night?" Jiang Chuan walked into the yard and reprimanded the Tibetan mastiff, "Don't call it anymore, if you quarrel with the old lady, I will stew you!"

Fulai became barking again and went back to the doghouse.

With a bang, there was a sudden thunder.

Jiang Zhi opened his eyes and saw a head hanging upside down on the window-a black head that never slipped away.

He slowed down for a while before he exhaled, without turning on the light, and using the light of his mobile phone to pass by: "Zhou Xufang."

The head tilted.

Jiang Zhi lifted the quilt and got out of bed, flicking over the pair of pink rabbit-head slippers that Zhou Xufang gave, and walked to the window: "Are you going to scare your boyfriend to death?"

Ah, he recognized her.

So happy.

That head is tilted, very hilarious.

The scene was so horrified that Jiang Zhi felt funny, and he opened the window.

The head asked: "Do I look like a female ghost?"

Jiang Zhi told the truth: "Like."

"Then why did you recognize me?" The head that was hanging upside down twisted back, revealing a dark head. She told Jiang Zhi, "Look, I wrapped the skull and back of the head. "

More like a female ghost.

Jiang Zhi used the flashlight of his mobile phone to shine. Really, she couldn't find her face, but when she was hanging there, he knew that this was not someone else's head, it was Zhou Xufang's.

No skill, he just knows.

"You are also Zhou Xufang when turned into ash."

Zhou Xufang hooked her feet to the anti-theft window, turned her body, and finally revealed her body. It was no longer a head, but a black one, covered all over her body, showing her eyes. She stepped on the anti-theft window and squatted. Go down to see Jiang Zhi and ask him: "Then you are not afraid?"

Jiang Zhi leaned out a bit, got close to the black spot, and asked her with a smile, "Nv Ghost of Zhou, will you **** up my yang energy?"

Zhou Nvgui shook her head.

"Then what am I afraid of?" Seeing her stepping on the security window outside, Jiang Zhi was frightened, afraid that she would fall, "There is a security window here, you can't get in, I'll open the door, you first--"

The security window has been opened by her, with one hand.

Jiang Zhi: "..."

Zhou Xufang was immediately annoyed. He felt that she was too fierce, and quickly pretended to be a weak girl in a soft voice: "Did it scare you?"

Jiang Zhi illuminated her face with her mobile phone, staring at her, "Are you really a little ghost?"

She thought for a while: "I am."

Jiang Zhi smiled and stepped aside: "Come in, little girl ghost, I will breathe in yang for you."

Zhou·Little Girl Ghost·Xu Fang slipped in and went in.

Jiang Zhi closed the window and said, "If you don't sleep at night, how can you run to me—"

The words are not over yet.

Zhou Xufang pounced forward, and the two fell on the bed, and he was held tightly by her.

Jiang Zhi was hit by her, and her hands were reflexed. She hugged her on her waist. The little **** her body had no weight, and she smelled of milk.

He touched the back of her tightly wrapped head: "What's the matter, this is?"

Zhou Xufang rubbed him with the same tightly wrapped skull, her voice was muffled and soft, and she said, "I miss you."

This girl has learned to act like a baby.

Jiang Zhi helped her to sit up, took off her hat, mask, and scarf, got out of bed, and took off her shoes: "Then don't go, sleep with me."

Zhou Xufang tilted his head obediently: "Okay."

It's unusually well-behaved.

This girl is thin-skinned, like an old cadre, what's wrong with her today, she's clinging a lot.

Jiang Zhi turned on the bedside lamp and looked at her for a while by the light: "coat."

"Oh."

After rustling for a while, she finished taking off her coat, sweater and trousers, and got into the bed while wearing a pair of autumn clothes. Those autumn clothes... well, the old-age model.

She rolled to the bottom of the bed, covered the quilt, and showed her head out: "Jianzhi, come on, you sleep outside."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

His little ghost is very active tonight.

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