Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Jiang Zhi lifted the quilt and lay down without turning off the light, supporting his chin and lying on his side: "Xu Fang."

"Ok."

"Did something happen?"

She's so cute tonight.

She said: "No." There was no expression on her face, neither happy nor angry.

Don't want to say it.

Jiang Zhi moved a little closer, and was about to be next to her: "Are you sleepy?"

Zhou Xufang: "Yeah."

He moved his face close to her, with the light on top of his head, casting the shadow of his silhouette on her face.

"Zhou Xufang, do you want to sleep in a hug?" He said, "I want to hug."

Zhou Xufang also thought.

Therefore, she immediately rolled into his arms, both hands were obedient, and she hugged him on his waist. He kissed her face and patted her on the back to coax her to sleep.

After being quiet for a while, he thought she was asleep, and just about to turn off the light, she suddenly raised her head: "The birthday on the ID card is fake. I don't know what day I was born."

She rubbed her head against his chest again.

"It should have been thrown away."

Jiang Zhi didn't speak, but listened to her eloquently. This was the first time that she told him about her life experience.

"They said that my chromosomes are different from ordinary people, the arrangement is strange, and there are many factors that induce gene mutations."

Who are they?

She muttered to herself, "I don't know if it was because of this that I was abandoned."

In other words, her abnormality is caused by chromosomes and genes.

This is a field that Jiang Zhi is completely unfamiliar with. By the way, the little fool of the Luo family also has an abnormal chromosome.

She was a little sleepy, and her voice became smaller and smaller: "I have been alone since I can remember." Eyelids blinked and closed, "I have met good people who helped me, and bad people who feared me. ."

Jiang Zhi is a conspiracy theory lover. In his opinion, only a few people in this world can be called good people. Of course, the bad people are not the majority. The most are those who are not good but not bad. And it is often this group of people, who usually treat others with a pleasant face and kindness, but once the comfort zone and safety zone are damaged, they will be covered with thorns and become the kind of people who "do not serve themselves, and destroy the earth."

It is also normal. Ordinary people will have a strong sense of self-protection and self-interest, so he can imagine how many crimes a person will suffer when living and growing up by Zhou Xufang, who is different from ordinary people.

She is a girl who has no one hurts and grew up on her own.

"Jianzhi."

"Ok."

She was confused: "I'm going to sleep."

He hugged her and changed his position: "Go to sleep."

She grumbled and fell asleep.

After a while, his breathing calmed down, Jiang Zhi turned off the light: "Fangbao."

She didn't agree and fell asleep.

Jiang Zhi kissed her forehead: "I won't be alone in the future, you will have me."

There was thunder and lightning outside, but it didn't rain, the moon and stars hid in the clouds, and the night was dim. Downstairs, Fulai was calling again.

Jiang Chuan put on his clothes and got up, vaguely saw the figure, dragging the suitcase, he could see who it was when he approached.

"Miss Five."

Jiang Weier looked back.

Jiang Chuan stepped forward: "It's so late, where are you going?"

She had her hair cut short, but the length of her ears.

She said, "Go to the airport."

Jiang Chuan was worried, and said, "I'll call the old lady."

As soon as he turned his head, Jonville stopped him, his expression was not unusual, and he said calmly: "Don't disturb your mother's sleep, just go out and relax, not come back."

"Five Elementary——"

She waved her hand: "Go away."

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

Fulai cried again, endlessly.

Jiangweier left, the plane at three in the morning, no one told him, he picked this point deliberately.

At this point, there were not many people at the airport, probably because it was late at night, and passers-by unconsciously let down the noise, and it seemed deserted and quiet.

The billboard blocked the light, and there was a person standing behind a large shadow, stopping for a long, long time.

"Brother Xiao,"

The assistant was behind him and said, "It's late, let's go back."

The man hasn't moved yet, he is looking at the direction of the boarding gate.

The plane has left long ago, and there is no one there. The assistant can't help but mumble: "Since you are reluctant, why don't you keep her?"

He was talking to himself as if he hadn't heard it.

"Ville wore black clothes and had short haircut."

The voice was very low, and the assistant did not hear clearly, and moved closer: "What did you say?"

He said: "It looks good."

The foreword didn’t follow, and the assistant didn’t understand: "What's so good?"

Xiao Linshu shook his head, did not say anything, turned around and saw Xue Bingxue. He was standing next to the pillar and didn't know how long he had been standing.

The eyes are facing each other, all are thin, all are speechless.

Xiao Linshu walked over. He wore a mask and sunglasses on his face. He couldn't see his expression clearly. He put the bag in his hand on the waiting chair next to him.

The bag is full of medicine.

"She has a bad stomach, she doesn't eat well, and she always doesn't remember to bring—"

Halfway through the conversation, it stopped abruptly.

It's ridiculous, what is he doing?

He picked up the bag again, clenched it in his hand, and turned away without saying a word. The eyes under the sunglasses were finally damp.

Before coming to the airport, Xiao Linshu had been to the police station.

The verdict hadn't come down, and it took him a lot of effort to see Lin Shuang. She was calmer than he thought, and he was almost the same. After the dust settled, his heart felt like water stopped.

"I asked a lawyer, it won't be long." Xiao Linshu said first.

Lin Shuang looked at him through the glass without making a sound.

He was talking alone, with a tone of confession: "Your parents, I will take care of you." He also said, "China Entertainment is now in charge of Xue Baoyi, and the newcomers you brought will switch to Baoguang. Xue Baoyi has a clear distinction between public and private, and will not treat them harshly."

He speaks slowly and his voice is soft.

"Your contract—"

Lin Shuang interrupted: "Stop talking about me, talk about you."

Say him, what does he have to say.

He was silent for a while: "The press conference is tomorrow afternoon."

Lin Shuang's calm eyes rippled: "Do you have to retreat?"

He nodded: "I can't let Will hear anything about me."

Speaking of Jonville, his eyes were a little bit awkward.

"Then what about you?" Lin Shuang asked him, like a question, with a heavy and anxious tone, "You just want nothing?"

He did not answer directly: "After the end, I will bring my sister's ashes back to Zhangzhen."

Zhangzhen is the hometown of Xiao Linshu.

It was a small town with flowers, bridges, mountains and waters, and his parents were buried there.

Lin Shuang remembered again. When she saw him for the first time in Zhangzhen, her eyes were frustrated and red again: "Are you coming back?"

Xiao Linshu said, "I won't be back."

She lowered her head, laughed at herself and laughed.

There was nothing to say behind, he sat for a while and got up: "Lin Shuang."

"Ok."

He said, "I'm sorry."

Sorry?

She was the one who brought him from Zhangzhen to the imperial capital, she was the one who introduced him to Jin Song, she was the one who used Jiangweier, and she was the one who hit Jiangzhi.

What did he do?

So he directed and acted in a play, he suffered a wound, which made everyone happy.

"I'm sorry?" She choked, laughing and crying like a madman, "Xiao Linshu, you don't feel sorry for anyone, you're sorry, only yourself, even Jonville, you don't owe her."

He just has something like this, his future, self-esteem, and the rest of his life... have been given away.

What can I give?

God is unfair. Buried him in the mud and didn't give him much, he just had something like this...

He thanked him again and said, "I'm leaving."

He just left.

Lin Shuang called to him: "What do you do?"

He turned around and asked what to do?

"Without Jonville, what would you do?"

He laughed, laughing: "Let's do it."

In this way, half of my life drifted, lonely and old.

That's it in his life.

"Lin Shu."

He stopped and didn't look back.

Lin Shuanglei wet his eyes and looked at his straight and thin back: "I regret helping you drive her away..."

Thunder hit all night, but it didn't rain.

The next day, the sky cleared, and the sun leaked in through the window and covered the ground with golden light.

Jiang Zhi opened his eyes and saw Zhou Xufang's face. She was sitting against the wall, with a clump of messy hair, and wearing her old autumn clothes. Unlike the movies he made, the heroine wakes up and the heroine stares gently.

Zhou Xufang had no expression on his face, and if he had to look for it, it was serious.

"Zhou Xufang."

He just woke up, the bubbling sound was heavy, hoarse and a little lazy.

Zhou Xufang agreed: "Yeah."

Jiang Zhi got up from the bed, his hair was messier than Zhou Xufang's, and his dull hair curled up unscrupulously. He didn't know whether his hands or something had red marks on his face. The pajamas buttons were loose and loose. Sliding on his shoulders, the left collarbone was exposed, white and tender, he grabbed a handful of hair, sleepy eyes: "When did you wake up?"

Zhou Xufang said: "It's more than six o'clock."

He may not have enough sleep, peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with water: "How come you wake up so early?"

Zhou Xufang glanced at his collarbone, and then quickly moved his eyes away, stretched out his hand, and carefully pulled up his pajamas: "You kicked him up."

Sleeping Beauty is now completely awake.

"Did I kick you?"

Zhou Xufang nodded, not looking at him, and pulled up the quilt he put on his lap, covering it all below his waist: "Well, you kicked me eleven times last night."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

"Jiang Zhi," she dared to look at him after covering him tightly, "you sleep well."

Not complaining, she was just stating a fact.

Kicking on the quilt doesn't count. He likes to arch the pillow, arching around... Zhou Xufang got out of bed last night and picked up the pillow eight times.

Later, she was afraid that he would arch the pillow again, so she held it down, and then he stopped arching the pillow, and he arched her with his head...

Zhou Xufang now feels his back is a little sore.

Jiang Zhi had a reason, he was rightly confident: "I have never slept with others, but I am not used to it. When I get used to it, I won't kick people."

Zhou Xufang didn't believe it.

If he doesn't kick people, he will kick people.

She rubbed her waist: "I won't sleep with you anymore."

She just said casually, Jiang Zhi divergent thinking: "Then shall we sleep in separate beds after we get married?"

"what?"

She didn't think so far.

"No." The quilt is black, and his pajamas are also black, which makes him look like a delicate little young master. He has a temper. "You just have to be honest. There is always a way to separate the beds. ," He tilted his head dumbly, with a red stamp, "don't even think about it."

She didn't think about it...

Why did you talk about going after marriage.

At this time, there were footsteps outside the house.

Jiang Zhi's voice lowered: "Someone is coming."

Zhou Xufang immediately got into the quilt, lying down like a corpse.

The servant knocked on the door a few times: "Little master, breakfast is ready."

There is no sound in the room.

"Are you up?"

"I didn't get up." A weak voice came from the room, accompanied by a few coughs, "I want to sleep a little longer, don't come to bother me."

"understood."

The next person retired.

When the footsteps were far away, Zhou Xufang came out of the quilt, pulled his hair twice, pointed to a painting on the head of the bed, and asked Jiang Zhi: "What are you painting?" When hanging on the head of the bed... she guessed, "Is it a painting to ward off evil spirits?"

Jiang Zhi: "It's you."

Zhou Xufang scratched her head, looked at the painting again, looked hard, looked hard, looked carefully: "Look carefully, it still looks like." She looked hard, hard, and serious again, "The colors are used really well." It's black.

Jiang Zhi didn't want to communicate with her anymore, with his feet in the quilt, kicking her calves like venting anger.

Itchy, Zhou Xufang hid, "I'm going home."

"Don't go back, take you out directly later."

Zhou Xufang didn’t want to: “I’m going back to brush my teeth and change clothes.” She crawled directly over Jiang Zhi’s stretched legs, and was afraid of crushing him, posing like a grasshopper with only arms and legs crawling. He tilted his head and looked at Jiang Zhi, "I'm going to have dinner with your friend today, I'm going back to dress better."

Jiang Zhi was coaxed by the words behind her. He stretched out his hand and put his arms around her waist. He picked her up and put her under the bed without wearing shoes. He stepped on the carpet with bare feet and picked up her clothes. , Help her to dress one by one.

"I'll pick you up at your house at nine."

"it is good."

Zhou Xufang wrapped the back of his head and skull with a scarf, and left after wrapping.

Jiang Zhi tugged her sleeves: "You won't kiss me before leaving?"

Her serious expression: "No kiss, no brushing."

"..."

He is not a girlfriend, but steel.

When this piece of steel turned over the window, his body became soft, and he easily put it on the anti-theft window, grabbed it with one hand, and waved goodbye with the other.

Jiang Zhi was trembling when he saw it: "Don't fall, be careful—"

She jumped onto the roof.

Jiang Zhi sticks his head out the window, no one can be seen.

This feeling……

How to describe it, it is as if she is the benefactor who asks Liu for flowers, he is the beauty in the Hongluan's tent, she leaves after prostitution, and does not give him any money.

Jiang Zhi grabbed a handful of hair and smiled.

The servant knocked on the door again: "Little young master, the old lady asked me to bring breakfast. Would you like to go to bed after eating?"

Jiang Zhi opened the door: "Leave it."

The one who came in with the tray was a young man named Xiaotian, a distant relative of Jiang Chuan. It hadn't been long since he came to Jiang's house to work, and he didn't know the rules very well. He was taken aback.

"Ah! What's wrong with this window? Isn't it a thief?"

Oh my god, the security windows have been broken and twisted!

What a crazy little thief!

Jiang Zhi took a coat and put it on, his beautiful eyes were calm, the pajamas inside were not buttoned properly, and he wanted to cover it. He wanted to cover it. He wanted to stop for a while. "Which little thief would dare to steal something from Jiang's house." He didn't change his face. Said, "It was struck by lightning."

"..."

There was thunder last night, but--

"Will Ray split the security window like this?"

Jiang Zhi blew the broken hair that blocked his eyes on his forehead: "Will I go and ask Lei Gong?"

"..."

"Don't disturb the old lady, find someone to fix it as soon as possible."

"understood."