Jiang Nian didn't take this look in his eyes.

She hooked her lips and laughed.

"Sister, stay safe outside." She said in a delicate voice, with a gentle smile on her little face, "Sister is also welcome to come back often." ”

Jiang Nian didn't have any malice, and he also knew that Shen Juan's father had just left, and he must have been uncomfortable.

Hearing this, Shen Juan just pursed his lips, and then nodded.

Didn't speak, pulled the suitcase and left.

Brother Ancestral Hall, it's good to have her.

It can be seen that Wen Ci likes her very much.

…

After Shen Qian left, Wen Ci pursed his thin lips and did not speak.

This medical department, even if it is empty, becomes empty in an instant.

In addition to the occasional minor illness and pain of the TR staff received by the doctor on duty, they also began to be idle.

And Wen Ci went in to explain some things to Cheng Xiaocheng, and then went to rest in response to Jiang Nian's news.

However, there are so many things that they are all piled up in my heart, and it is not good to rest.

While he was resting, Jiang Nian went to the library to borrow a bunch of books on psychology.

……

Inside a certain building.

The man sat on the sofa, in a suit and leather shoes, his hair was meticulously groomed, and a faint smile hung on his gloomy face.

He held a red wine glass in his hand, and the red liquid was rattled by his shaking brush.

"Are you sure you're dead?" He spoke.

"Well, a knife sealed the throat, died, and the person was buried."

Fu Yu's long, narrow and cold eyes narrowed slightly, and a treacherous aura spread throughout the room.

He took a sip of red wine and said slowly, "Nono, you did a good job this time." ”

Yang Sinuo, who was praised, hooked his lips and laughed, that appearance was innocent.

The tone was cool.

"It's that they're stupid." Yang Sinuo sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a tablet in his hand, "I always look down on children." ”

She tilted her head and smiled so that both eyes were crooked, "Sooner or later they will all die at my hands." ”

"Little devil." Fu Wei raised the corners of his lips, "I like it." ”

His eyes gradually darkened, Shen Lao was dead, and the handle was gone......

Wen Ancestral Hall, Wen Ancestral Hall......

……

Two o'clock in the morning.

The moonlight sprinkled coldly on the earth, spreading the desolation all over the ground.

The cold wind was howling outside, and the wind in the November night was already a bit biting.

In the apartment, the quilt moved slightly.

Jiang Nian poked his head out of the quilt, his hair was full of messy, his beautiful eyes were squinting, and he was still swaying when he got out of bed.

The petite body walked in the dark room by the moonlight.

Walked lightly to the door of Wen Ci's room.

She specially stayed here to sleep today, for fear that Wen Ci's body would suddenly feel unwell or have an accident.

As a result, she raised her hand and gently unscrewed the door of the room, only to find that the large bed in the room was empty.

Jiang Nian's whole person woke up in an instant, where did this man run again!

"Wen Temple?"

She turned on the light, and when the room was indeed empty, she turned to open the door and walked out.

As soon as the door opened, a man was seen sitting on the steps in a black shirt with his back to her.

He still has a cigarette in his hand.

She frowned and looked at the ground, which was already full of cigarette butts.

Jiang Nian tightened his teeth, his heart felt like he was stuffed with cotton, he couldn't breathe, and he was panicked.

She knew that this man was pretending to be during the day.

Where is it so easy for someone to come out of grief.

Wen Ci didn't notice that she came out.

Jiang Nian walked over barefoot, hugged his neck from behind, and lay on his back, his small hands gently took away the cigarette in his hand.

Then throw it away.

Wen Ci was obviously stunned, and then turned his head and rubbed her face, "What's wrong?" ”