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According to Lu Zhanming's meaning, if he promised to keep Lu Sheng safe, he would have to stay in the police station. Even he himself can't say for sure what will happen in the future, so naturally he won't compromise like this.

"Lu Hall, I can only guarantee that she will be okay while I stay at the police station."

Promises that cannot be fulfilled, Li Moting will never say. But this sentence has already made Lu Zhanming very satisfied. And after many subsequent events, Lu Zhanming also rejoiced for his wise move at that time countless times, of course, this is all a later story.

When Li Moting took Lin Baiqian back, it was already afternoon. Because of the hot weather, Lin Baiqian had already started to use the clothes he had taken off as a fan, fanning hard.

Although the air conditioning was turned on in the car, because someone insisted that he couldn't come to the low gear for fear of Lin Baiqian's wind, the heat around him did not decrease much.

After more than ten minutes of driving, the first thing Lin Baiqian did when she got home was to take off all the clothes that covered her sweating, and then took a shower.

Li Moting had the intention to stop it, but Lin Baiqian had the foresight to lock the door tightly and prevent anyone from following up.

The sound of rushing water could be heard in the bathroom, and the occasional uncomposed tune could be heard humming with joy from the girl.

Li Moting suppressed a little bit of the coldness that had not subsided before, and smiled faintly, if it was really not as good as at home.

Not long after, Lin Baiqian, who was wrapped in a bath towel and his hair was dripping, walked out of the house, with a happy smile on his face after relaxation.

"Ken came out?" The corners of her mouth suddenly stiffened, and then she collapsed her shoulders, leaned over depressedly, hugged Li Moting's arm flatteringly, and shook it like a child.

"It's not all because of you!" She said with disgust, but her little face was a little smiling and flattering.

The long wet hair stuck to Li Moting's shirt, **** it into a large piece, and the cold fit was on his skin, which made him very uncomfortable.

"If you walk around without drying your hair, where do you look like a mother of a child?"

Although it is a complaint, it is full of sweetness in how it listens. Li Moting pulled her to sit in front of the dresser in the room, brushing her long and smooth hair with one hand, and turning on the hair dryer with the other hand, slowly drying the water stains on her black hair.

With a rattling sound, the long fingers were inserted into the hair, but it caused the slightest tremor of the people under him. The gentle movements were mixed with an ambiguity that could not be ignored, making her dare not look at the coquettishness of the person in the mirror and the indulgent gaze from above.

In order to dry his long hair faster, Li Moting carefully rubbed the hair in his palm. The slender hair fell down his shoulders, which actually caused Lin Baiqian's sensitive snort.

If it weren't for the sound of the hair dryer, she would have embroidered and would not dare to look up again.

By the time his hair was almost blown, Lin Baiqian had already fallen asleep in a daze. The shallow breath sprayed on his fingertips, which made Li Moting feel a little distressed.

In recent days, she has always been very sleepy, although I have consulted others and said that it is normal, but I always feel uncomfortable when I see her always sleeping like this.

After all, people can sleep normally for only a few hours, and exceeding or decreasing it will damage the mental energy of the whole person.

When Lin Baiqian woke up, it was already more than six o'clock.

The room was quiet, and the half-drawn curtains betrayed the silence and silence outside. She propped herself up a little confused, but she didn't see Li Moting's shadow.

"Motin?" Her voice was not loud, but it was heard far away because of the emptiness of the room.

In the past, when she just called her name, there would be an answer there, but now it was quiet and abnormal, which made her feel empty.

Pregnant women's emotions are always easy to ignite, so when she found out that Li Moting was really not at home, the tears in her eyes were like beads with broken threads, crackling and falling non-stop.

Her emotional fragility made her herself very stunned, and she wiped her tears vigorously, but the more she wiped them, the more she wiped them.

Li Moting just went out to buy something temporarily, and when he got home, he saw his beloved little woman suddenly touching tears, but her expression was a little surprised.

His heart ached, and he took the person in his arms.

"Why are you crying? Having a nightmare? He asked with concern, but the wetness on his shoulders became more and more obvious, making his arms a little tighter.

"No, it's just that you're not there, I, I'm afraid."

Lin Baiqian replied with a squeeze, she didn't know what's wrong, she was fine before, why was she so afraid? ?

She cried intermittently, making Li Moting pat her back distressedly, and she was as gentle as a father who could be relied on.

When she felt better, he slowed down his embrace, changed his hug to hug, and circled her by his side.

"I was just afraid of waking you up, so I went out and bought some supper and came back, who knew you were afraid of this?" He touched her soft hair and laughed at her teasingly, only to be rewarded with a teary-eyed white eye.

There is no deterrent, but it is quite seductive.

"You know how to make fun of me." She nudged him softly, more like a coquettish than complaining.

Li Moting bought her Jinghehui's shrimp corn soup, and recently I saw that she liked it a lot, so I bought two more bowls.

The pink shrimp meat floats and floats in the orange-yellow corn soup, small and cute, and it is very pleasing to the eye.

Lin Baiqian, who had just woken up, was still immersed in sadness and had not come back to his senses, and he would see the food, and he didn't have much interest. But after all, if you have slept for a long time, you are not hungry in perception, which does not mean that you are not hungry.

After a while, she could only bow her head depressedly and drink the porridge that had become warm. The products bought outside are always the products of the work, and the taste is a little more sticky than the normal porridge.

Eating and drinking, the two snuggled up to the sofa and turned on the TV. At this time period, the plot of the eight o'clock file has just been released. The family is long and the family is short, although there is no plot, but it is unusually loved by housewives.

Lin Baiqian wrapped Li Moting in the freshly squeezed mango juice for her, buried her somewhat cold feet in the man's arms like a Lafayette, and watched the love and hate in the TV series with relish.

From time to time, the little fresh meat that flashed in the camera made her laugh heartily, and from time to time she had to compare with Li Moting, which caused a depressed look from behind.

"Bai Qian, put on your socks."

The little feet in his arms were warm and cold, and he repeated them many times, so he really had no choice, so he had to let Lin Baiqian solve it by himself.

The slender calves swayed and swayed, which made Li Moting's eyes darken by three points. The man became more and more disobedient, and now he climbed on his head. Although he was his own pet, this gap still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

grabbed his bare feet and forcibly put on his socks, Lin Baiqian was made to laugh by him, and the original seriousness also dissipated a lot.

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