"You didn't give Miss a good morning kiss when you left the brown tower, didn't you play husband and wife at the time? Why are there no good morning kisses? It's not embarrassing to be in front of everyone, right? Yaya asked in one breath, waiting for Xie Yunmeng's answer with a pair of expectant eyes, while Tang Meiya on the side could only hold her forehead and sigh, complaining that her granddaughter was too outspoken.

Xie Yunmeng replied: "But we are not husband and wife!" And it never occurred to me to have any good morning kisses. ”

Yaya was obviously dissatisfied with Xie Yunmeng's answer, she pouted and said, "Miss Xiao is your girlfriend, you live in her room, and you are still stingy with a good morning kiss?" But I think maybe you're not stingy, but you don't love Miss Xiao. ”

Yaya's words hit the nail on the head, and Xie Yunmeng instantly didn't know how to answer. He has never been a man of twisting and pinching, and he can say whatever he wants. But now, he felt like an empty box in his heart, and he didn't have the words to answer.

Yaya continued, "If you don't answer, you're acquiescing! That's why I said that you don't see infatuation in your eyes, only respect. ”

“…… So who do you think I like? Xie Yunmeng replied mechanically, he didn't know why he asked like that?

"Of course you like Little Miss." The little girl's answer made Xie Yunmeng cry and laugh for a moment, didn't she contradict herself? So Xie Yunmeng was ready to end this irrelevant topic.

Unexpectedly, Yaya immediately said: "I like it, but it's not love!" You only like it, I feel like the river behind my grandmother's house, there are never any waves. I can also give an example, when Miss Xiao disappeared, Brother Xiaomeng, you were really anxious, but you can still think calmly and analyze and judge. But when Mr. Yun is attacked by the murderer, you become so scary! It's like eating people. I was scared to death when I saw the look in your eyes. ”

"Look at it, even a good friend like Mr. Yun can make you lose your mind, but the little lady who wants to live with you for the rest of his life is not as good as him, Brother Xiaomeng really doesn't love the little lady at all, only likes it!" After Yaya summed up, she still looked like I was the most correct, and Tang Meiya almost wanted to talk to her again.

'It turns out that I ......' Yaya's questioning made Xie Yunmeng feel something, and a vague truth began to settle into his heart, making Xie Yunmeng have to think, but he still didn't want to admit his heart: 'Yaya is just joking. ’

After reassuring himself, Mr. Criminal Police pointed to the tip of Yaya's nose and said, "Your grandmother is right, children don't ask about adults, now we have to hurry up and do business, you know?" ”

"I didn't ask! I'm just saying what I think! Yaya protested.

But Xie Yunmeng didn't want to talk about it anymore, he turned around and continued to move on, forgetting what Yaya had just said as much as possible, and subconsciously, Mr. Criminal Police chose to deny, completely denying his thoughts and Yaya's words.

Although the small episode only took up a short time, it was a beginning, allowing Xie Yunmeng to gradually open up to Yun Yeyao from denial to admission, and they were finally able to be together, I have to say that Yaya's reminder at this moment also has a certain credit.

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In the boxy room, there was only a table and a few chairs, and all that was left was an unturned light, the kind of rudimentary, so-called 'chandelier' with a wire hanging from the roof.

A small chandelier flickered in the darkness, and directly below it was a square table full of things, small enough that a down jacket covered almost all of its top.

Underneath the down jacket, something white could be seen in the outcropping, long, thin, pointy white objects that bent like stiff fingers, adding an eerie touch to the darkness.

The things placed here were made by Shan Mingze and Wen Yuya in the morning, so what is it? Covered tightly by a down jacket, there is no way to tell the difference. Unless someone walks into the room at this moment and uncovers the down jacket, you won't know.

There was no need for people to speculate on the coincidence of the world, and just before our eyes were about to move out of the room, a pair of hands pushed open the closed door.

These hands are rough and calloused, and they look like they have been doing housework for many years. But between the calluses, there are not many folds in the skin. Beneath the rough surface, the flesh on the hands feels elastic.

Yes, it's a young woman's hands, and we can't know if she's in her 20s, or in her 30s, or close to 40, or never more than 40.

You may think that the hands of women in their 30s and 40s are already very old and can no longer be called elastic, and there will be many folds. But this is not always the case, I have seen many hands over the age of 35, still as full and ruddy as a girl, full of shine, like the best jade.

So, with just one pair of hands, we can't be sure how old the woman who walked into the room was.

The soft slippers rubbed against the floor, the sound was almost inaudible, the woman walked to the small table, she did not reach out and lift the down jacket on the table, but after watching for a few seconds, she walked around the table and walked towards the corner of the room, as if the woman already knew what was under the down jacket.

Eyes up, we tried to see the woman's face, but the hair obscured our vision, and we could only hear her nervous gasps, and see the lips that were slightly open and exhaling hot breath, the thin lips were almost as white as her skin.

The woman was afraid, and every step she took was so hurried and slow. Different contradictory words to describe people's moods are sometimes really appropriate. The woman's heart is urgent, but the pace is slow, not that she is unwilling to go fast, but that the terrifying atmosphere around her makes it impossible for her to go fast.

The more scared and nervous one is, the more cautious one may become. Finally, the woman finally walked to the corner, and just as she wanted to squat down, the door was suddenly opened.

The woman was so frightened that she collapsed directly on the ground, she felt a splitting headache, her hands were holding her temples, her bloodshot eyes were wide, but her mouth did not make a sound at all, as if she had been frightened by the people outside......

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"Aunt Wen?!"

It took a while for Mei Xiaoxiao to find that Wen Yuya behind her was gone, and she and Shan Mingze hurriedly turned back to look for it. They hadn't forgotten to control their footsteps, in case Yan Muheng found out about their presence.

When he returned downstairs, Mei Xiaoxiao found that the door of the room he had just come out of was open, and there was a woman's gasp inside.

"It must be Aunt Wen!" The policewoman didn't want to rush into the room, if something happened to Wen Yuya because of her negligence, Mei Xiaoxiao would definitely not forgive herself.