Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Jiang Zhi directly pressed her lips to the back of her hand.

This trick worked very well. She stayed like a piece of wood and couldn't move.

Jiang Zhi was convenient, took her hand away, kissed her hot forehead, and said, "No." Kiss again, "You don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend, just you."

She pecked twice, and she followed the fire, blushing and red.

She was stunned for a while, squatting and drilling towards the corner where no one was. Looking back, Jiang Zhi was supporting her chin and still looking at her, but she moved back and dragged Jiang Zhi to the corner.

Passers-by can't see it now.

She scolded him, not ashamed or ashamed!

The shameless Jiang Zhi smiled so little tiger teeth came out.

She hadn't been coaxed yet, and she was angry: "You lie to me, Mr. Xue said you have first love."

I can’t help it, Jiang Zhi didn’t intend to conceal it: “It’s my first love.” He dragged Zhou Xufang’s hand and held it in his hand, and said to her, “He was a boy. , He was fourteen."

He didn't reveal any emotions to her, and his tone couldn't be more ordinary.

The first key point Zhou Xufang got was that Jiang Zhi’s first love was a boy, so angry: "Did you come out because of him?"

Jiang Zhi admitted: "Yeah."

She was going to die of soreness: "Humph, so you were bent by him!"

"Isn't this straightened by you again?" Jiang Zhi was amused, and reached out to touch her head.

She didn't touch it and jumped back.

She also got to the second point: "You fall in love early!"

"Don't hide." Jiang Zhi pulled her over, held her in his arms, and rubbed her chin against the hat on top of her head.

The voice is a bit weak.

Still a little depressed.

Zhou Xufang was motionless immediately, tentatively, and asked carefully: "Is he gone?"

"Well, burned to death."

A straightforward sentence wiped out the vinegar that Zhou Xu had spun his stomach and the little emotions between his brows. She knows, this boy, don't mention it, Jiang Zhi will be sad.

"I'm not angry anymore." She raised her head and poked Jiang Zhi's frowning brow lightly with her finger, "Don't be sad."

He smiled.

I like her so much, so much.

He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips: "So, Fangbao, you have to stay with me, you know?"

She nodded vigorously, with a solemn tone: "Jianzhi, I will live a hundred years, and you will live a hundred years."

Jiang Zhi said yes, then caught her and kissed.

She didn't hide. She had been intimacy with him for a long time before returning to the private room. Xue Baoyi had sharp eyes and said ‘yo’, ​​laughing and scolding Jiang Zhi as a small animal. Jiang Zhi kicked him over and let him go.

Zhou Xufang refuted Mr. Xue in his heart, Jiang Zhi is not a little beast, he is just a little bit bad, a good man! She felt sorry for Jiang Zhi, so she gave him the best braised pork.

At the end of the dinner, Zhou Xufang gave both Qiao Nanchu and Xue Bingxue gifts and the most sincere blessings-wishing a long life and a hundred years. She now feels that a long life is the best blessing.

After lunch, I was going to the entertainment city together. When I was in the parking lot, Qiao Nanchu answered the phone.

"Hey."

"Who?"

Qiao Nanchu didn't say anything again. After listening for a while, he turned his head and said to Xue Baoyi, "Call me a driver." He drank and couldn't drive the car.

Xue Baoyi asked, "What's wrong?"

"No time to explain." Qiao Nanchu opened the door directly and sat in the co-pilot.

Xue Baoyi didn't delay any more and went directly to Fushengju to bring a lobby manager over.

"I'm in a hurry, let's leave first." Qiao Nanchu turned around and urged the driver, "Go faster."

As soon as the lobby manager who was temporarily arrested as a substitute driver stepped on the accelerator, the car drove away quickly.

Xue Baoyi gazed at the rear of the car that was going away, and said, "Nan Chu's virtue, he can smoke a cigarette first when the sky is falling. He actually reacted so much to whoever called."

Xue Bingxue also found it unusual.

This person Qiao Nanchu is really affectionate, except for a few of them who are young, they are not lukewarm, and there are not many people and things that can really be seen in his eyes.

Xue Baoyi guessed: "Not his ex-girlfriend, right?"

It should not be.

Zhou Xufang stood on tiptoe, and secretly said in Jiang Zhi's ear: "The person on the phone did not speak."

not talking……

Jiang Zhi knew who it was.

The car drove to Jiajingyuan, Qiao Nanchu got off the car and ran directly to the third floor. Without knocking on the door, he stood at the door and sent a text message.

"Open the door."

It was cold outside, but there was a thin sweat on his forehead, his lips were pressed, and he wanted to smoke.

After waiting for nearly half a minute, the door opened.

He just touched the cigarette case, put it back in his pocket, and looked up. The first thing he saw was the girl's excessively white neck. She stood by the door, her eyes moist, and her lips opened slightly.

"Brother Chu..."

This is the first lip language Wen Baiyang learned, and it is also the three most standard words she can imitate.

"Do you want to leave Damaishan?"

"I'll take you away with a word of brother."

When they first met, the azaleas on Damai Mountain spread all over the mountains, and he broke a branch for her, asking her to call his brother.

How can she speak.

But he still brought her to the imperial capital from Damai Mountain.

Qiao Nanchu entered the room: "Where is it uncomfortable?"

She stood barefoot on the carpet and told him in sign language that her stomach hurts.

"Why don't you wear shoes?"

After saying ‘offended’, he leaned over and picked him up.

She didn't dare to move in his arms, her eyes were red, her hair was wet with cold sweat, and she didn't know where to put her hands, so she clumsily held his sleeves.

He didn't have slippers, so he hugged her to the sofa, touched her forehead, and was very hot: "Where are the clothes?"

She pointed to the bedroom.

Because she got up in a hurry, she was only wearing pajamas, she was in a cold sweat, and her body was cold.

Qiao Nanchu went to the room and brought her a sweater and jacket.

Damai Mountain is located at a high altitude. When Wen Baiyang first came to the imperial capital, the plateau redness on his cheeks was very obvious. In the past few years, it has almost faded, and he has a fever again, and his small face is pale and white.

She has a round face and round eyes, and she looks a bit naive when looking at people. She is sick now, with a sad expression, and there is no spirit in her eyes. She is curled up on the sofa with her belly, and her consciousness is a little fuzzy.

Qiao Nanchu pulled the sweaty hair away from her face: "Can you wear it yourself?"

She tried to raise her hand.

It was soft, without any strength, and did not reach into the sleeve a few times.

Qiao Nanchu simply picked her up from the sofa and told her to stay still and get started. Where did he serve people, no matter how lightly he moved, it was a bit rude, and it took a long time before he put on her sweater and jacket.

He took the blanket on the sofa and wrapped her around his head: "Go to the hospital, eh?"

Wen Baiyang nodded, confused.

Later, her consciousness was not so clear. He vaguely saw him urging people to drive. He said: Drive faster, faster...

He said: Forbearance, forbearance is fine...

It is acute appendicitis and requires surgery.

The operation consent form was signed by Qiao Nanchu. As the patient's'brother', strictly speaking, he is really her'brother'. Wen Baiyang's biological mother was Wen Ya, a girl who walked out of Damai Mountain, only a dozen years older than Qiao Nanchu, and married his father five years ago as a sequel. Wen Ya had never been married before. Wen Baiyang was born when she was unmarried and her biological father was a close relative. As a result, Wen Baiyang was born with a disability and was thrown in Damai Mountain to live with her grandmother.

Wen Ya is a Cuscuta-like woman, at least on the surface, sometimes nine out of ten sentences are crying.

Qiao Nanchu rarely contacted this young stepmother, so that Wenya was flattered when she received his call: "Nan Chu?"

The tone was uncertain.

"it's me."

His attitude is as cold as ever.

At this moment, his father's voice came over the phone.

"Who?"

Wen Ya replied softly: "It's Nan Chu." When she answered the phone, her tone became softer, "What's the matter? Why did you call at this point? Have you had lunch?"

Huo Han and Wen Nuan were like a loving mother.

Qiao Nanchu was too lazy to lie to the snake: "Your daughter is sick and in the hospital."

She cried as she said, "Is it serious? Does it matter?"

"It's acute appendicitis." Qiao Nanchu looked at the light on the door of the operating room, his eyes were thin and cold, like frost in late autumn, "Your old profession is a nurse. I don't need to say how to take care of the patients. I will bring the soup to the hospital tomorrow. Serve her, since you want to pretend to be a mother in front of my dad, it's better to pretend to be a bit of me.

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

loving mother?

Will a loving mother leave her own daughter in the mountains for more than ten years?

Wen Baiyang only woke up at 3 in the afternoon, and Qiao Nanchu was sitting in front of the bed before he left.

"Brother Chu."

"Ok."

Qiao Nanchu could understand these three words if he didn't understand lip language, but he learned a little sign language in the second year when the girl came to the imperial capital.

Wen Baiyang said in sign language: "I'm sorry, it's taking your time." She has no one to contact, and when she rolls in pain, the first thing she thinks of is him.

Qiao Nanchu's speech is slower than usual: "Today is on vacation, not busy."

She gestured, thanked him, and then left him alone, lying quietly, watching him.

Qiao Nanchu checked the email on his cell phone for a while, then looked up, his round eyes were still staring at him: "Stop sleeping?"

She shook her head and said that the incision was so painful that she could not sleep.

He threw the phone on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, freed his hand, touched her head, and patted her awkwardly twice: "Yi Ren, Ren Ren will not hurt."

He doesn't coax people at all.

When Wen Baiyang first came to the imperial capital, he didn't know how to speak. He was not a patient person. He wrote quickly but was very sloppy.

"You live here for now."

He put her in a big house.

He didn't live there, and told a lot before leaving.

"The cooking aunt will come over during the day."

"The school has been contacted and will report in three days."

He tore another piece of paper, and he wrote a string of numbers to her: "This is my number, what else do I need, call me, but I often have training and may not be able to receive it. If it is urgent, you Just find the cook aunty."

His words are dancing with dragons and phoenixes.

She looked very hard.

He should have just come out of the police academy, still wearing a police uniform, and he will leave after he has given an explanation.

She mustered up her courage to grab the strap of his backpack.

He turned his head and met the little girl's timid eyes. She was indeed a little girl. She was fourteen years old and had grown to the height of his chest and small and thin.

"afraid?"

Scared.

She only knew him in this strange city.

She nodded.

He smiled and stretched out his hand to pat her shoulder: "Yin Ren, Ren Ren is not afraid."

He always said, forbearance, forbearance is fine.

Only once, he was not so coaxing.

It was the first time she had menstruation, and it was messed up. The quilt and pants were all soiled. She was ignorant and panicked, and tears fell straight.

"Why cry?"

She cried and shook her shoulders. He took a piece of paper and wiped her tears indiscriminately.

"It's not a terminal illness, girls are like this."

Finally, he awkwardly stuffed her a pack of sanitary napkins, then slammed the door and left. In the evening, he came back, threw a book of Female Physiology to her, then slammed the door and left.

That year, Qiao Nanchu was twenty and Wen Baiyang was only fourteen.

Qiao Nanchu left the hospital just after five o'clock.

At six o'clock, the Weibo server crashed.

When the popular male artist Xiao Linshu announced his retirement, at the press conference, his agent did not show up, and even no representative of the brokerage company came forward. Faced with various questions from reporters, Xiao Linshu only explained: "Tired, I want to rest."

The news is overwhelming, but the person involved no longer shows up, and the world has evaporated.

At a quarter past six, Jiang Zhi received a call from Qiao Nanchu.

"what's up?"

After dark and the coolness was strong, Jiang Zhi lay on the small couch with a thin blanket on him. The servant had just brought the medicine and put it on the table to dry.

"Team Cheng is calling." Qiao Nanchu said concisely, "As you expected."

That men's watch is a limited edition that can trace the identity of the purchaser.

Among them, there is Luo Changde.

Jiang Zhi got up from the couch, walked to the window with the medicine, poured the black medicine juice into the pot, and said, "You can go and arrest people."

At 6:30, the criminal investigation team was dispatched to pick up people from the Luo family.

In the study of the Luo family, Luo Huaiyu smashed a cup of tea, picked up the crutches at the table and smashed it on the back of the eldest son: "Improper thing! Why did our Luo family give birth to you such a beast!"

Going down with this crutches, Luo Changde's legs softened and he knelt on the ground. He was sweating from the pain. He gritted his teeth and helped the table stand up: "Long Shenglong, Feng Shengfeng, Dad, you say How was it born?"

"you--"

Luo Huaiyu trembled with anger, and raised his cane again.

"grandfather."

Luo Qinghe stepped forward and stopped the crutches: "Leave this to me."

Luo Huaiyu gave the eldest son a fierce look, and then gave up. He walked out of the study with a cane, leaving only one sentence for his granddaughter: "Remember, we can never involve our Luo family."

Luo Qinghe responded, "I know."

When the old man came out of the study, she closed the door, her face suddenly changed: "I have taken care of that woman for you, why do you have to stop talking?"

Luo Changde's back was hot and painful. His eyes were full of bloodshot eyes: "Only dead people can't talk nonsense, and money can only work for a while."

Luo Qinghe hugged his hands: "That's fine, you stabbed Louzi, you go and clean it up by yourself."

Luo Changde sneered.

He sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. He felt confident and calm: "I pushed Jiang Zhi into the sea. Who do you think it was for?" He snorted, took a sip of tea and gargle, "Eight years. How did the previous fire burn, do you want me to help you recall it?"

In a word, Luo Qinghe's face changed suddenly.

Luo Changde twitched his mouth, smiled, and looked at the daughter who most resembled him: "Good girl, don't let me wait in the police station for too long."

She clenched her hand, her eyes gradually gloomy.

At this time.

The servant said at the door: "Miss, there is someone from the police station."

At eight o'clock, Luo Changde was detained by the police.

At 8:30, Zhou Xufang was still delivering food. She was going back at 9 o'clock to talk to Jiang Zhi. This is the last order. The buyer's address is Tianjing Road.

Before, she and Jiang Zhi went there once to deliver a takeaway, and she remembered the way. The opposite site was rushing to work overnight, but there were no people in the community, and it was quiet.

She went to the third floor, knocked on the door, and shouted: "306, takeaway."

The man in the room replied: "Wait a minute."

After a while, someone came to open the door.

Zhou Xufang wore a mask and a takeaway hat: "Mr. Jiang?"

The man in her forties was looking at her, with a gray padded jacket over his upper body and only pajamas underneath. He seemed to think that the female delivery person was fresh. He examined her for a long time and said, "It's me."

Zhou Xufang handed out the bag: "Your porridge."

The man took it, looked presumptuous, and smiled at her: "Thank you, little sister."

frivolous.

Zhou Xufang didn't like this kind of person. She didn't even want a good comment. She turned away and just walked to the top of the stairs. She suddenly stopped.

What's this smell?

She sniffed, but she sniffed twice.

Like blood...

She searched for the smell, walked in, stopped in front of a door, the door was unlocked, she opened it with a light push, it happened to be a vent, a strong smell of blood rushed over her face.

As soon as she stepped in, she saw blood on the ground and a woman lying in a pool of blood.

She glanced around, took out her mobile phone, and calmly called the police: "Hello, Comrade Police, I want to report."

Police station.

Because of Luo Changde's case, the entire criminal investigation team did not get off work and was arraigned overnight.

"Have you recruited?" Qiao Nanchu came in from outside, still holding a cigarette in his mouth.

This guy is really addicted to smoking.

Team Cheng of the Criminal Investigation Team didn’t eat dinner, and stuffed a piece of bread in his mouth: “After four trials, he didn’t speak a word.” He smiled and cursed, “Just now, the beast rolled his eyes and pretended to be Dizzy, now people are sent to the infirmary."

Qiao Nanchu pinched the cigarette and pulled a chair to sit down: "Kick a few feet and be honest."

This police ruffian!

Team Cheng slobbered and teased him: "Team Joe, it is illegal to bend into a move."