The quarrel ended with Jing Hao returning to the bedroom without saying a word, and Xingxing Chi rarely gained the upper hand in the argument with her, whistling and eating something indiscriminately to a completely out-of-tune beat, and returning to the bedroom to catch up on sleep in a mess of the kitchen.

Before going to bed, I looked up at the blinding saintess on the ceiling and the baby next to me, who couldn't tell if she was laughing or not, and suddenly felt that they were not so dazzling.

Sure enough, a creature like a daughter is still necessary to poke and tease when she is in a bad mood.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning, Xingxing turned around and accepted his real yàn that was still in progress, stood in front of the incubator and flicked the eggs in it through the glass window, and returned to the sofa after a while, habitually going to the coffee table to get the newspaper and taking it empty.

He frowned with his left hand half-supporting his cheeks, thinking about the reasons why so many newspaper delivery staff were derelict in their duties, and with his empty hand he grabbed the coffee cup that was usually placed on the coffee table on the right side, brought it to his lips and took a shallow sip.

In the next moment, the taste that stirred between his lips and teeth almost made him squirt out everything in his mouth.

Xing Xingchi looked down at the coffee cup, the dark brown liquid was floating with a layer of white hair, and occasionally dotted with the faint figure of a few flying insects, soaked in the liquid and drunk I don't know what year it was, it was simply unappetizing.

He furrowed his brow and lay down on the couch with his head up, his two straight legs bent aggrievedly, looking down from high on the stupid appearance of his master sticking out his tongue to get rid of the strange taste in his mouth.

However, not long after, Xing Xingchi suddenly jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the toilet with his stomach in his hands, sat on the processor that had one of the three urgency, and began to think seriously about life with his cheeks.

What the hell was in his stomach that he ate indiscriminately yesterday?.

Jing Hao's mind was full of Xing Xingchi's last question, lying on the bed tossing and turning and unable to sleep, since she entered Weiheng, she consciously put herself in the position of "savior", shuttling through multiple worlds to save those whose fate was changed, doing what was considered to be the right thing to do.

Just like on the rooftop, when she was Liu Tianzhen, she really didn't have many reasons for arguing with Xingxing Chi later, she reached over and fell to the ground with a human wolf, all the actions happened in an instant, and it was completely what she did subconsciously.

However, if she is Liu Tianzhen, who escaped death and knew that her father turned out to be a vicious criminal, and the person who uncovered this fig leaf that would have been covered up was still the one who saved her, would she still be grateful to the person who saved her?

From an emotional point of view, she really won't.

Death to the dead is only an instant, but the shadow to the living is mostly a lifetime.

Is it true that all the people who have been saved what she has done in the past so many years when she has insisted on her identity as a savior is it really something that the rescued?

She has always disliked the practice of directly killing the target person in the first district and replacing him with his mission, but can the second district, which she insists on saving with love, really stand on the moral high ground?

Fortunately, a sentence that did make her shaken a little.5./books/18/18014/

Qin Shi Mingyue saw four-leaf clover again.

Each task is like a life she has walked through, and after the death of the body she is in, all the memories will be dusted with the dead body, as if it is a complete journey belonging to an independent person.

But what about those who have been affected by her "complete journey"? They don't know anything about being "influenced", unlike she who came prepared from the beginning with a clear purpose.

Feeling that he had fallen into a dead end, Jing Hao rolled over on the bed again, sat up with the crumpled quilt, walked to the bathroom and simply freshened up, and walked out of the room while tying his hair.

There was a figure lying on the sofa, she glanced away at it, and before she completely sorted out her thoughts, she suddenly didn't want to stand in the perspective of the so-called "normal person" and make a moral evaluation of Xingxingchi's behavior.

But this time Xing Xingchi, who was lying on the sofa and was like a corpse, obviously didn't think so, he got up and sat on the sofa, and the stupid hair on his head that came out of sleep was still standing, like an indomitable soul warrior, but he was subtly a little sluggish, lying on his stomach like a stubborn resistance in the last battle.

"None of the stupid fish who delivered the newspaper today came!"

"And those stupid flying insects with wings that try to hook up with birds with heads smaller than sesame seeds, who dare to climb into my coffee cups and shamelessly make their burial offerings with my coffee."

Xingchi's eyes followed Jing Hao all the way, and as he spoke, he watched her go to the kitchen and get something to eat, completely ignoring his words and about to turn into the bedroom again to sleep, as if it was a very disturbing mosquito that was constantly buzzing in her ears.

Anger was even greater than when she had confronted him before, and he was totally disgusted by the feeling of being ignored.

"Luckily!" He stood up and stood in front of Jing Hao, his face was a little pale from pulling his stomach several times, "What exactly did you put in the refrigerator yesterday, why did I have a stomach that I pulled all morning after eating?" Even when you were ignorant and quarreling with me before, I didn't use such a little trick to murder you! ”

Jing Hao rubbed his eyes that had not slept all night and were a little sour, "The newspapers should have been delivered to the door, you can see it when you go out to the mailbox, the coffee machine is in the kitchen, the instructions for use and the coffee beans are in the small cabinet under it, and the cup is cleaned by the way when grinding." ”

"There is also a refrigerator, the top layer of freshness is all the things you said three days ago to observe the mildew reaction at low temperatures, I wanted to take it out but was stopped by you, and the second layer is for eating."

She answered all the questions she had just asked, and opened the door to her room by bypassing the lucky ones who were standing in the way.

For a few days after that, Xing Xingchi was "ignored" and "abused" in what he believed to be, the smell of the shower gel was not the milk he had just fallen in love with a week ago, the coffee always had an indescribable burnt smell, and the newspaper on the coffee table was always missing pages, and even a serialized reasoning essay missed the most critical link.

What's even more annoying is that he has one less person who can praise when he needs to praise, one less listener when he shows off, and one less person who can fight with him when he wants to complain.

No, not at all.

Dripped the liquid on his hands again, Xing Xingchi stood in the bathroom washing his hands, slowly raised his head and looked at the person in the clear mirror, the corners of his eyebrows, eyes and mouth from completely similar to him to a slight gentle arc.

He cleared his throat, and a clear, magnetic voice rang out in the bathroom.

"Hey, what should she do if she gets angry and ignores people?"