Someone started, and the rest of the aunts took turns to stage a greasy coquettish Dafa.

The uncles who were patted on the shoulder and hugged their waists obviously blushed slightly. An embarrassed look is still pleasing in front of the audience.

Goodnight, wrapped in a blanket, began to eat strawberries in his mouth again.

Although she was indifferent on her face, she still envied this happiness of being able to grow old together.

After all, this world is too real, and there are too many births, old ages, sicknesses and deaths to be experienced every day. Only when there are people around you who are cold and slightly warm, will they not look too lonely.

....

After turning off the TV, the huge house was a little empty.

The deserted atmosphere seemed to be at odds with the brilliant lights in the house. Good night, he picked up the blanket on his body and folded it neatly.

I got up and wanted to go to the kitchen.

But he heard the voice of Si Si Suo coming from the entrance. The sound was very small, like a little mouse grinding its teeth with sawdust.

Somehow, she suddenly remembered that when she was in defense class before, the teacher said that there was a subtle sound that was not easy to detect in the keyhole, and eighty percent of them were someone outside the door who picked the lock with a wire.

Good night, suddenly, my back was numb.

Look around.

All the windows in the house were curtained. The shading is also excellent.

And at present, the noise protection index of the house is also very high.

That is, from the outside, the house looks like an empty house.

Although the security in high-end communities is generally good, good night is often heard of things similar to drunk people flipping through the power grid to pick locks. I couldn't help but panic.

Before I knew it, I had already picked up a porcelain vase in my hand.

The sound of Soso continued to come through the doorway, and Goodnight was almost holding his breath.

Sweat bumps up on the tip of the nose.

"Click"

A crisp sound.

The door opened...

Goodnight's body trembled a little, and the porcelain vase in his hand was a little unstable.

At that moment, there was an unexpected silence.

Until a dark shadow slowly pressed over the edge of the door.

It's coming in....

Good night swallowed saliva and simply closed his glasses.

Reciprocal, 1, 2, 3.

It's now....

Bang, a loud bang pierced the silence of the night.

Then a dull and low male voice sounded, as if it was in pain, and let out a low hum.

Goodnight's heart was beating too fast, panting slightly. Even fine sweat broke out on the tip of his nose.

Probably because of nervousness, a small face turned red.

....

I guessed that eighty percent of it was hit, and I slowly opened my eyes at good night.

The lights in front of me were a little dazzling. The girl stretched out her hand to shield her from the light.

Then she looked ahead, and in the midst of the lights and shadows, a boy wearing the same school uniform as her was covering his forehead with his hand. Between the white fingers, there is red blood.

The good-looking tight eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he was enduring the pain.

In just a moment, Goodnight's head exploded...

"Shhhhh

Listening to the sound of the boy gasping for air, the movement of Good Night's hand paused.

frowned slightly, looking at the blood on the boy's forehead distressedly. The hand became softer and softer.

Zhu lips opened lightly, "Isn't it painful?" ”

"No, it's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Ye Hangcheng's face was slightly red, and even the roots of his ears were stained with a touch of crimson. His voice was hoarse.

She...

It was the first time he was so close to him, and he could even smell the fragrance of her.

The boy's eyes concealed a little imperceptible joy, and obediently asked him to clean his wounds with good night.

...

Song Yuling on the side couldn't help but smile when she saw Ye Hangcheng sitting upright, "Xiao An, he's not a squeamish little girl." You don't even know how many scars he has had since he was a child. ”

Good night carefully wiped the blood stains on the boy's face, and when he heard Song Yuling's words, he was only comforting him.

After all, the boy in front of him was fair-skinned, and there was not even a small mole on a clean, sunny face.

But now this blood mark is above Li Qingqi's bright sword eyebrows, and good night can't help but feel a tightness in his heart.

Lowering his eyes, he said apologetically, "Doctor Song, you don't need to comfort me. It's all my fault, so Hangcheng may have a scar. ”

"No, look at the bottom of the Hangcheng Ear Slope."

Song Yuling smiled, as if she was accustomed to her son's "broken appearance".

Goodnight really lowered his head and looked.

It's getting closer, too.

The boy who had been silent and did not speak, his ears were almost red.

The girl's snort and the hot breath from the spray tickled him.

Not only on the face, but also on the heart.