Gao Bo was silent, he lowered his head, stared quietly at the lines on the sheets, and didn't say a word. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fan Yingying didn't know what else to say at this time, she looked at Gao Bo.

Gao Bo is still as handsome as before, even when he first gets out of bed, he still looks handsome.

"What about you, Gao Bo, what are your plans in the future, you will have an internship after the final exam, will you go back to your hometown?"

Gao Bo raised his head, his face was still dazed, he looked at Fan Yingying in a daze, paused, and then said, "It should be, what about you?" ”

Fan Yingying didn't know what would happen to her in the future, but at least she wouldn't leave the provincial capital for the short term, and she couldn't leave.

"I'll stay in the provincial capital."

The disappointment that flashed in Gao Bo's eyes fell into Fan Yingying's eyes.

One sentence drew a clear intersection between the two people in the future, Fan Yingying sighed in her heart, she still came to this point.

When Gao Bo was leaving that day, he asked her again: "Have you really thought about it?" ”

Fan Yingying smiled bitterly and nodded, did she have any other choice?

After Gao Bo left, the people in the whole house, except for Fan Yingying, became a little sensitive, and were careful not to talk about anything about feelings.

Han Sicheng found the latest tracking report on the backstreet incident in the bar from the Internet, and the identity of the young woman last night has been confirmed, she is a student at the provincial key normal university, and her companions who stayed in the bar with her have said that a handsome young man invited her to dance on the dance floor that night.

The police showed a restored picture of the man's body, and identified the man who had asked the murdered girl to date alone.

After Zou Yu finished reading the news, he turned his head to Fan Yingying and pouted: "No wonder those chicken demons have repeatedly succeeded, dare to confuse people with color!" ”

Police are now actively investigating the identity of the young man.

Fan Yingying remembered Brother Hai before, and hurriedly told Han Sicheng about this matter.

Jian Seventeen was surprised: "This Hai brother is from your hometown?" ”

Fan Yingying nodded: "Yes." ”

Han Sicheng's face was a little solemn: "What are you going to do when you run away from Jianghai?" ”

Jian Seventeen thought for a moment and asked Fan Yingying, "What does this Hai Ge usually do?" ”

"Antiques business." Fan Yingying carefully recalled the scene at that time: "My friend wanted to see my jade pendant, so I took it out, this Hai Ge liked it very much at the time, and I wanted to buy it at a high price, I was already tempted to sell it to him, but then Bai Susu came out to stop it, so I gave up." ”

"This Hai Ge knows about Lingyu." Jian Seventeen looked at Han Sicheng: "What do you think about this?" ”

Han Sicheng: "Go to Yingying's hometown as soon as possible and see what happened over there." ”

Jian Seventeen: "Okay, what about the back street of the bar?" ”

Han Sicheng: "Now that the police are already ambushed there, in a short period of time, Yu Jianghai should not dare to act rashly." ”

After finalizing the itinerary, Fan Yingying became the busiest of several people, and she could go back home to have a look.

In the afternoon, when there was no one around, Fan Yingying called home.

It was her mother on the other end of the phone, and when she heard that it was her business, her mother was obviously very happy.

"You've been busy studying lately, haven't you? When you are alone outside, you should pay attention to taking care of yourself. "All mothers can't worry about their children.

Fan Yingying's heart swelled with a warm current: "Mom, our school has a long vacation for a week, and I plan to go home tomorrow." ”

"Really?" Her mother's voice raised several tones: "What time is the car?" When will I get home? Oh, then I have to go to the vegetable market quickly, you kid, don't you talk about it early during the holiday, you have to give me some time to prepare, right? ”

Fan Yingying smiled: "The school just notified me, oh, by the way, Mom, I went back with my friends, so you don't have to let my dad pick me up at the station." ”

"Ah, how many classmates?"

"Three."

"Then I'll cook more food and call the family for a meal? It's all your usual relationship, right? ”

"No need, Mom, there are so many people, we can't sit down." Fan Yingying didn't want her mother to work too hard.

Where would her mother agree: "Oh, why can't you sit down!" Your dad and your brother just cleaned up the balcony, and now the family is moving to the balcony for dinner, and your dad pulled back a big round table from the thrift market a while ago, and I asked your brother to paint the new paint, which can seat seven or eight people, and put it in the kitchen, and you let your friends come back to the house to rest. ”

"Alright then, I'll go back and talk to them."

Hanging up the phone, Fan Yingying turned her head and saw Huang Xiaxia lying on the stool, clicking a pair of small round eyes.

"Something?" Fan Yingying put away her phone and walked over.

Huang Xiaxia jumped on her shoulder and patted her face affectionately with her little paws: "I just feel a little annoyed." ”

Huang Xiaxia has a small voice, and her tone is always raised gently when she speaks, which sounds particularly interesting.

"What's wrong?" Huang Xiaxia has something on her mind, and this is the first time in the world.

Fan Yingying held it in her arms and sat on the chair: "Is something wrong?" ”

Huang Xiaxia wrinkled her wet little nose, and her tone was particularly dazed: "Why do you say that shemales have different paths?" ”

Fan Yingying was asked by its words, since ancient times, it has been said that demons have different paths, and people and demons have never had a good beginning and a good end when they get together, but if you have to dwell on the reason, it is actually nothing more than harming people's longevity, or the world's criticism.

Fan Yingying reached out and gently rubbed Huang Xiaxia's little head: "Why did you suddenly remember to ask about this?" ”

Huang Xiaxia sighed, with a loveless expression: "The stupid big man promised to marry me when I have cultivated into human form." It's not that I don't want to marry him, I'm afraid that I will hurt him when the time comes, he is a good person, I don't want to hurt him. ”

Fan Yingying was very surprised: "Jian Seventeen promised to marry you in the future?" ”

Huang Xiaxia's big fluffy tail wagged around, and she looked embarrassed: "I'm afraid that Huang San's grandmother will not agree, like we have cultivated into a scattered immortal, in fact, even if it is half an immortal, even if it is matched, it should be the same scattered immortal and immortal, he is a mortal, and his yang life is limited, even if I promise him a lifetime, it will only be a flick of his fingers." Alas! Forget it, it's really not possible, just take him seriously for a lifetime. ”

Fan Yingying was shocked by Huang Xiaxia's words, and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

She never expected that Jian Seventeen would make a private agreement with Huang Xiaxia for life, if this is the case, then what should Zou Yu do? And just looking at Jian Seventeen's innocent appearance on weekdays, he doesn't look like a person who will consider the private affairs of men and women, let alone plan to marry Huang Xiaxia in the future.

Even if Huang Xiaxia cultivates into a human form and is as beautiful as a fairy, then it is also a weasel?

Fan Yingying looked at Huang Xiaxia, who sighed and sighed in front of her, and wondered in her heart, it seemed that she had to find a time to talk to Jian Seventeen. (To be continued.) )