The flowers on the garden balcony were particularly bright in the scorching sun, and the time machine ----- clock in the hall struck 12 times. The room inside was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and Bing Manxue watched a few maids wearing masks and carefully cleaning up the ocean left by Bing Lanxin.

By the time the last maid closed the door, the number of clocks striking had been reduced from 12 to 1.

Bing Manxue took out her mobile phone from her pocket unhurriedly, looking at the pink phone case covered with stickers, Bing Manxue grinned in disgust.

She doesn't like pink, especially this bright pink.

If she wasn't forced to do so, she would definitely not choose to take a mobile phone from Bing Lanxin.

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"Hey, who are you?" The crisp voice on the other end of the phone came, like a kingfisher rising in the morning.

"It's Lingling." Bing Manxue affectionately called each other's names, "Where is your brother?" ”

"Is it the sister of the great god?" the little girl asked, seeing that the other party answered, she happily danced in place, her two big watery eyes turned into a round of crescent moon, the eyelashes fluttered, and the lying silkworms under her eyes were like stars holding the moon, and the red fluttering cheeks looked very cute.

She held the phone in her two fleshy little hands, and she didn't even want to mention her brother.

"Sister God, I want to kill you, when will you come back?"

"When my sister is busy for this period of time, will I take you out to play, okay?"

I may not be able to go back, after all, I am married to Yan Shuyan now, but it is no problem to take Lingling out to play.

"Good, give the phone to your brother." Bing Manxue smiled with a kind face. Patiently coaxed this 12-year-old girl.

But the little girl pouted, and said very unhappily, "I don't give the phone to my brother, and he won't play with me." ”

"If you don't obey, my sister won't play with you anymore." Ice and snow pretended to be angry.

Lingling closed her eyes, screamed into the headphones, and then threw the phone to a man.

The man was wrapped in a bath towel and wiped his wet hair with a towel in one hand. As soon as one foot stepped into the room, he was attacked by his sister's mobile phone, and if he hadn't reacted quickly, the mobile phone would have killed him on the spot.

"Capricious." The man reproached Lingling.

He looked at the unfamiliar caller number and frowned, "Who?" ”

"Nareel, it's me."

The voice was all too familiar to Nareel. "Something's wrong." He is well aware of the other party's situation, and if it is not something wrong, the other party will not contact him.

"The lab is still there."

Just one sentence made his eyebrows sink deeply, and one hand clenched into a fist. The hand holding the phone also unconsciously increased its strength. The amber pupils are full of cruelty, like a highly venomous cobra, baring its sharp teeth to resist foreign enemies. And there is a faint grief hidden in the bottom of the eyes.

"How do you know?" He asked.

Bing Manxue walked to the window and looked at the white marble fountain in front of the door downstairs,

The top spring is staggered with water droplets, gushing out from the lotus-shaped divert, passing through the wider discs, forming elegant columns of water, and the water droplets gently fall into the disc-shaped pool at the bottom, sparkling.

"I've fought with a paranormal person."

This is true, but it was encountered before death in the previous life. If it weren't for that person, how could Bing Manxue be captured by such a weak chicken sister.

Nariel glanced at Lingling, who was sulking in the chair, and walked out of the room softly, closing the door and saying, "I'll check." ”

Bing Manxue let out an "um" and hung up the phone.

She broke the phone card in half and threw it down the toilet and flushed it. Then he crushed the whole mobile phone in disgust, and while the maid was unprepared, a beautiful parabola was thrown into the trash can downstairs.

She was not worried that the other party would not be able to contact her, and with his ability, it was possible to shake the entire nuclear boat country.

Downstairs, a maid was cleaning up the debris on the lawn under the scorching sun, muttering that he had been targeted by the housekeeper again today, and that he had been punished for working here because of a trivial matter as big as a sesame seed.

Suddenly, I heard some movement, looked back and saw that there was nothing empty, raised my eyebrows, and disagreed. Turning his head and continuing to clean up the debris, his mouth still having words.