The concert was decided, and a group of old fans smiled.

Li Shixin smiled bitterly;

As soon as the concert is held, my fan group will really become a hospice organization......

But seeing a group of death fans rarely happy, he just admitted it - why do you want to do so much? What's the matter, it's all Zhiling, who does he care with?

After chatting with fans in the small square for a while, Li Shixin said goodbye to everyone and returned to Huyun Villa.

......

After the beginning of spring, the temperature in Yeongju warmed up day by day, and the day also grew.

When I returned to the villa, it was already past five o'clock, but it was just getting late, and the sunset like a big orange hung in the west, and half of the sky was dyed the color of orange juice.

Seeing that the lights were not turned on in the villa, Li Shixin shook his head.

It seems that I am really tired enough for a while - it has been almost three hours since I went out to sneak away, and Zhao Jinzhi and An Xiaoxiao have not woken up yet.

But when he tiptoed into the house, he found that only An Xiaoxiao was left on the sofa, still sleeping on his back, but Zhao Jinzhi didn't know where to go.

With suspicion, he glanced at the transparent and bright first floor and didn't see anyone, so Li Shixin went upstairs.

Sure enough, I saw a pretty figure draped in a blanket on the balcony, staring at the sunset on the horizon in a daze.

"What are you doing here?"

As soon as he asked, Li Shixin saw Zhao Jinzhi's back trembling, obviously in silence for too long, and was startled by the cold movement.

Turning around slowly, Li Shixin let out a "yo".

He saw that Zhao Jinzhi's face was full of tears.

"What's going on?"

"Not really. ”

Seeing Li Shixin, Zhao Jinzhi smiled slightly, sniffed, and hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face.

"It's just a dream. ”

Walking to Zhao Jinzhi's side, Li Shixin frowned and looked at it, and when he saw the appearance of the pear blossom with rain, he couldn't help but laugh: "How old is it, why are you still scared like this by dreams?"

Zhao Jinzhi smiled bitterly, tightened the blanket on her body, and said, "I dreamed that my hair didn't know what was wrong, and it fell off piece by piece." The scalp that leaked out was full of sores and scars...... It's like, it's like it's dead, it's rotting......"

Tut.

Hearing this dream, Li Shixin couldn't help but feel a tingling on his scalp and couldn't help but scratch his hair.

He grinned when he found that the extremely handsome hair was still firm and inseparable from the scalp.

Thinking about Zhou Gong's interpretation of dreams that he saw on the calendar before, he said: ""Zhou Gong's Dream Interpretation" said: A woman dreams of hair loss, and she is widowed ...... her."

As soon as he finished saying this, Li Shixin was stared at by a pair of resentful eyes.

"Deserve it," couldn't resist Zhao Jinzhi's eyes, Li Shixin hurriedly waved his hand, "From Western psychology, hair symbolizes health in dreams. If you dream of losing your hair, it means that you have been under a lot of stress recently and are in a sub-healthy state. Beware of your health. ”

Hearing Li Shixin's analysis, Zhao Jinzhi was stunned. Then he smiled helplessly, "Where did you hear all the fallacies and heresies?"

Li Shixin grinned, "This is not a fallacy, when I was in the cowshed, there was a psychologist with me." Pull me every day to interpret my dreams, and it's very accurate. ”

“......”

Zhao Jinzhi smiled slightly and walked into the room. In Li Shixin's puzzled eyes, he took out a camera from the cabinet and handed it over.

Seeing that Li Shixin frowned and didn't answer, Zhao Jinzhi smiled, stuffed the camera into his arms, then pulled over a chair and lifted the blanket off his body.

Seeing the graceful curves of the fat white shirt that could not be hidden, Li Shixin was stunned.

"What is this for?" he frowned, holding his camera.

"Take a picture for me. Zhao Jinzhi straightened her back and smiled faintly: "In the funeral home these days, I have seen too much life and death, and I feel that people will always have that day, so make some preparations in advance." Brother, help me look better. ”

Looking at the dignified and charming stunner in front of him, Li Shixin silently put down the camera in his hand and walked in front of Zhao Jinzhi.

"Xiao Zhao, what you need now is not to take pictures. ”

Looking at Li Shixin's close face, Zhao Jinzhi's eyelashes shook slightly, and she turned her face away, "What does that need?"

Li Shixin didn't answer, gently pulled her arm and walked to his room.

Then, rummaging through the bedside, he pulled out six black things.

"I just see that you are not in the right state during this time, and you think about this nonsense at a young age. Come on, get on your stomach. ”

"Huh?" Zhao Jinzhi blinked as he watched Li Shixin put a stack of fire pots on the bed and took out alcohol and a lighter.

"Let you see the old man's craftsmanship!"

Before her brain circuits could catch up, she was pushed to the bed by Li Shixin.

"Hey!

Burst!

With a muffled sound of a large fire pot slapping on his back, Zhao Jinzhi bit her lip.

Before she could let out a cry of pain, she felt a surge of heat flow through her body. It seems that the discomfort all over the body is surging to the back by the bursts of heat!

Her eyes blurred, and she fell asleep in a daze in the phantom of Li Shixin in front of her, one turned into two, and two became four.

After a long while, Li Shixin, who was beside the bed, pulled out the six fire cups that were neatly arranged on the white and smooth back.

The swarthy fire pot was full of reddish-brown fishy liquid!

Seeing this, he frowned.

"Let's just say that something is wrong with you these moments. ”

Glancing at Zhao Jinzhi, who was smiling soundly in her sleep, Li Shixin hooked the corners of his mouth. pulled off a white hair that was a little piercing in her ear.

Click.

In front of the window of a villa opposite, a high-powered camera behind the curtain recorded this scene.

......

Shanghai.

in a private clubhouse.

A man in a black suit and sunglasses even in the dark hall gently placed a stack of photos on the coffee table.

Looking at Meng Nan, the prince and general manager of Huaqi Group, he smiled slightly: "Mr. Meng, live up to your mission, this is the result of the investigation you entrusted us." ”

didn't have time to look at him concave and pretend, Meng Nan put down the cigar in his hand and immediately picked up the pile of photos.

Seeing the intimate pictures of his stepmother and the old man who was restless in the company a while ago in the photo, Meng Nan was stunned.

"Sure enough, it's her! I know, I know that there must be a problem between them! Otherwise, Zhao Jinzhi, a bitch who has been dormant for a few years, how could she have given herself a pseudonym and made a movie with him?!"

After a long pause, he clenched his fists tightly.

"You are a professional detective, let me ask you, is it possible to have another one at the age of this old man and Zhao Jinzhi?"

Looking at Meng Nan, whose faces were distorted together and tears came out of his eyes, the man in sunglasses grinned: "According to our investigation, that old man is already sixty-six, theoretically...... It's impossible. ”

"That's good. ”

Meng Nan breathed a sigh of relief. But he immediately came back to his senses: "What do you mean in theory?"

"Ahem. The man in sunglasses grinned, "Now there is a technology called ...... Artificially frightened ......"

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Hearing this, Meng Nan's eyes widened - an unprecedented sense of crisis struck in an instant.

Damn!

I know that this woman has been going back and forth on the matter of giving way for so long, and in the past half a year, she seems to have the intention of pushing the plate, there must be, ask, question!

"But Mr. Meng, you don't have to worry too much, after all, the old man is sixty-six, and his body must be weak. Even if you are artificially frightened, cough cough, the chance of getting pregnant is quite low. ”

???????

Hearing this, Meng Nan was silent and had tears in his eyes, and the sound of the sun dog sounded in his ears.

Thinking back to Li Shixin's more than half a year of being alive and kicking, he covered his face when he was more active than many young artists in the company, and his works were jumping out like an assembly line.

This old man, how can he look so empty!?