Shang Yuan stood on the side of the bed and checked the small bag that was bulging up at the back of Xing Xingchi's head, and looked back at the stool sitting on the side, holding a glass of milk, very calm and quiet, and he really didn't know what to say for a while.

He coughed twice and was about to speak, when the mobile phone that was quietly placed on the coffee table buzzed, she glanced at the person on the bed who showed no signs of consciousness at all, and turned on the hands-free in Shang Yuan's urging gaze, and the male voice with a noisy background voice was a little excited and more relieved.

"The murderer has been punished, and the head of the limbs that matched the genes that appeared before was found in his home, and the burial sites of other parts have also been discovered, and the family members who are waiting to get the complete body back can be regarded as an explanation......

Shang Yuan was visibly relieved.

Jing Hao glanced at him, and the voice that opened her mouth was completely the tone of a young girl in her early tens, and even the fear of the picture that was just described, "Okay, Uncle Meng, I'll tell Sù Dad later." ”

She hung up the phone, looked up and met Shang Yuan's meaningful gaze, "Before, when Ah Xing told me that it wouldn't be a big problem to hand him over to you, I thought he was showing off his daughter outside and didn't show off enough, so he ran to me and said big things, but I didn't expect it to be like this." ”

"How did you get him to give his address?" Shang Yuan looked back at the person lying on the bed, "He's not a person who can trust people lightly, it's really a little surprising that you can get something out of his mouth so quickly." ”

"You can understand it as a conditioned reflex." Jing took two sips and drank the rest of the milk, stood up with the cup and put on a gesture of giving away, "Dad would answer as long as I asked before, and tell me everything he knew, so naturally this time will be no exception." ”

The sub-personality and her are fully prepared to deal with Xingxingchi, and more than a year of adaptation time is enough for Xingxingchi to subconsciously act faster than the delicate brain he has to guard against under the sudden strong excitement.

It's just that this method is fine to use it once when he first wakes up, and if it wants to be effective later, it mostly depends on the choice of timing.

Jing Hao walked to the door and looked back at Shang Yuan, who had no intention of getting up at all, "Uncle Shang, I'm still growing tall, I need to go to bed early and get up early." ”

The subtext is that you should take your leave.

Shang Yuan looked at the little girl standing by the door, Ah Xing really spoiled this daughter to the bones, a year ago she was so thin that she was as thin as a seven or eight-year-old malnourished street child, but she was also raised to look like a teenage child, and her facial features were completely a beauty embryo.

Even smart and neat enough to completely exceed their original expectations.

Thinking of his friend's remarks of "helping to take care of his niece" that almost made his ears calloused in those days, Shang Yuan, who has always liked to come against others, obediently got up from the sofa and walked to the door to remember a major event that he almost ignored in the past.

"You knocked him unconscious, how do you explain it when he wakes up?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was not simple, so he simply tugged on Jing Hao's wrist, "You go to me first to avoid the limelight, and then come back when he is out of breath.5./books/37/37504/

The concubine is poisonous. ”

"No need," Jing Hao wrestled his wrist away, "Every time Dad gets angry, I can coax it." ”

They clearly told her more than once that the original Ah Xing and the "he" who woke up were not the same person, but in the series of conversations just now, she had always called her "Dad".

She didn't distinguish them as two separate people at all.

Shang Yuan narrowed his eyes, and for the first time looked at the little girl in front of him from the point of view of the "tranquilizer" who had positioned her as a lucky one, and finally retreated and compromised under her insistent gaze, "You can call me if you have any situation." ”

Jing Hao nodded obediently.

When Xing Xingchi woke up, he subconsciously moved his sore neck, but in the next second, he felt the pain coming from the back of his neck, and he "hissed" to reach out to touch it, and heard a sound from the side of the bed.

"There's still medicine in the back, so it's better for Dad not to move."

Almost as soon as this voice sounded, Xing Xingchi thought of what happened before he was knocked unconscious, and together he quickly guessed the little girl's intentions, and he turned his head and stared at her fiercely.

"You deliberately tricked me into words."

"Otherwise, what does Daddy want me to do?" Jing Hao looked at him, not intimidated by his affection in the slightest, "The doctor said that you need to recuperate and can't go out to run, but at that time, I told you this, will you listen to me?" ”

"As for your accusation against me, the main thing is that the 'artist' you fancy may leave there at any time to wander the world, and besides, strictly speaking, I am not a fool of you, I just asked, so you are the one who quickly tells me the answer."

"And the 'artist' you were going to visit is now staying where he should be, and I let them pass on his methods and steps as soon as they know about them, including the complete process and image materials from before, and they will probably be on your table tomorrow, without you having to go there in person."

She avoided the important and trivialized, and did not say a word about the necessity of catching the murderer, because Xingxingchi had no normal moral standards at all, and lacked the ability to distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil, no matter how much she went to say that the murderer was extremely vicious, in his eyes, he was just an "artist" with creative power, but with some strange means.

Even he liked the thrill of death by life.

"Wandering the world?" Xing Xingchi sat on the bed, his dark brown eyes staring at her motionlessly, as if he wanted to see her through, "You don't have to say it so nicely, it's just that you're afraid that he will run away, and you're in a hurry to let people catch him." At a young age, they played these tricks with me. ”

"My tricks are all taught by my father, and it's normal for my father to be able to see clearly," Jing Hao didn't fight with him like yesterday, like a bullfight, he had to fight to win or lose, but his face was full of pride and pride, "If it weren't for my father's defenselessness against me and the water he gave me, I would definitely not be able to stop my father." ”

"It's like this every time, my dad is fierce to me, but in fact, he still lets me everywhere."

"If I can do half of my father's life, I must not let my father let me, but unfortunately I have only learned the fur, at most it is a little fox wearing a tiger's skin, not like my father, a real fox who can only play with tigers."

She flattered openly and honestly, and Xingchi's face finally improved, and he was more concerned about the reality of being played by a young girl in her early teens than the pain in the back of her head and the inability to see the madman's "achievements" in person.

Now the winners are admitting that they are not victorious.

His face was relaxed, and Jing Hao leaned over, softly wrapped his hand around his shoulder, lay on his shoulder and looked at the wound on the back of his neck, puffed up his cheeks and gently blew twice, "It's all so stupid, I can only think of this way to keep my father, and my father will be injured." ”

As soon as her eyes blinked, big tears fell on Xingchi's shoulder, "Daddy, is it painful?" ”

Xing Xingchi, who reacted, just wanted to reach out and push the person away, but warm tears fell on his shoulder, smashing his whole person into a shrunk sè, and his stiff hands did not continue to push the person.5./books/37/37503/

Now Pingmei.

A strange and familiar feeling of pity and affection for the soft little girl in his arms came out of his heart strongly, surging through his whole body, interfering with all the movements he was about to make.

It didn't seem like the emotion he should have, but it was really in his body and affected him.

Moreover, he actually found that he was not very repulsive.

The process of shedding tears only lasted for more than a minute, she quickly straightened up, reached out and wiped away the tears on her face, and smiled at Xingxingchi, "Dad only ate a bowl of porridge yesterday, is he hungry again?" I'm going to bring food to my father. ”

Then all day, Jing Hao obediently circled around Xingxingchi, but she and Xingxingchi had a tacit understanding that she had cultivated more than a year ago, many times he didn't have to speak, she could know exactly what he needed, what he wanted to do next, and cooperate like another independent him.

It subtly satisfies the psychology of Xingxingchi who wants to be noticed and doesn't want to be disturbed □□.

So that his heart to settle accounts with her slowly dissipated in the process, and after the pain of the wound in the back of his head gradually dissipated, the anger when he woke up disappeared, and he didn't bother to care about it anymore.

The main thing is that no one dares to speak up about his dislike anymore, and simply let him say enough in one breath.

Even yesterday's grievances have disappeared.

When Shang Yuan came over with the medicine, he almost dropped his jaw in surprise when he saw the scene of the two living in harmony, and when he took advantage of the fortunate luck to drum up his messy real yàn, he secretly dragged Jing Hao to a change, and raised his chin towards the back, "Why didn't he settle accounts with you?" ”

The tone sounded a little resentful.

Jing Hao stared at him for a while, and asked instead of answering, "Uncle Shang, you didn't offend your father before, and he calculated the account well, right?" ”

The expression just now was like two children who had also made a mistake, and the one who was punished with tears and snot was questioning another child who had only been scolded a few words.

I was so aggrieved that tears were about to fall.

Before Shang Yuan could react, Xing Xingchi frowned and patted his shoulder with his left hand, and dragged his right hand back to Jing Hao, "Knowing that your IQ is not enough, don't be with fish with crippled brains, lest you be infected with the virus." ”

Xing Xingchi turned his head and looked at Shang Yuan, who was still standing in place, and his eyes revealed a condescending meaning, "Do you need me to pour you a basin of water for you to swim back?" ”

Shang Yuan opened his mouth to plug it back, but he thought of the firepower after Xingxing's late opening, and wisely shut up.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Xing Xingchi handed Jing Hao's left hand, which had been hanging outside his clothes just now, and glanced at the clean disposable gloves that were placed aside, "Help me wash my hands." ”

Jing glanced at his hand, and then at Xing Xingchi, who was standing by the window and looking outside, and had some bad premonitions in her heart, "Dad, what did you just paint on your hands?" ”

He had just patted Shang Yuan's shoulder with this hand.

"It's nothing, I'm just trying, this feline's unique breath when it is in heat, it's been put for so long, has it expired." He saw something from the window, and curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, "Now it seems, apparently not." ”

A miserable scream from Shang Yuan was heard in the distance, accompanied by an equally poignant cat meow.

Xing Xingchi curled the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, "The effect is actually very good." ”