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Recently, he took on a few clueless cases, which gave Murong Cao a headache.

Today, it was 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

At this time, when there was no last subway, she would rest directly in the forbidden room.

Then call home and tell Yan to rest and not worry.

But today is a very special day, unlike usual.

When Yang Muqing came out to clean up the dishes and chopsticks she had finished her supper, she found that she was preparing to go out.

"Coming back so late?"

"Well, something."

Murong Cao looked at the clock and was in a hurry to put on his shoes.

"I'll send you." Yang Muqing stopped what he was doing and picked up the car keys on the table.

"No need." Murong Cao was friendly and resolutely refused.

Although this is not like Murong Cao's usual style of being happy with "exploitation", Yang Muqing is not surprised, nor is he happy about it.

Murong Cao would often instruct him to do that, but he would never let him be in charge of her pick-up and drop-off from work, preferring to take the subway or taxi.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when he got home, and Murong Cao gently opened the door with the key.

Yan Xiu sat quietly on the sofa, and when he saw her come in, a gentle smile immediately bloomed on his face.

Yes, he has always been, always been like this, waiting for her without complaint.

From the day Murong Cao met him, when he looked at her, he always smiled, as if the big things were not as important as the gentle gaze between them.

She has had this kind of gentleness for twelve years, and she will always have it.

"I was waiting for your call, thinking you wouldn't be back."

"Hey, I'm so tired today."

Murong Cao said coquettishly, opening his hands to ask for a hug.

Yan Xiuxiu stood up with a smile, walked over to her, and hugged her into his arms.

He is not as tall as Yang Muqing, but he is also long, his hair is fine, pale golden, his face is delicate, his complexion is fair, his lips are red and his teeth are white, he is not as handsome and eye-catching as Yang Muqing, but he is very attractive.

Murong Cao felt his embrace, and tears suddenly burst out of his eyes uncontrollably.

"Don't be sad, I'm here." Yan Xiuxiu seemed to understand the reason for her sentimentality, and comforted softly.

"You'll always be there, won't you?"

Murong Cao is like a little girl who is obviously very favored at this time, but is still inexplicably afraid of being abandoned by her parents, and needs constant confirmation to feel at ease.

"Of course."

Yan Xiu smiled and promised.

Early the next morning, Yang Muqing got up according to the previous time, walked to the living room to drink water in a daze, and just swallowed a mouthful, he heard Murong Cao's voice coming from behind him: "Morning!" ”

Yang Muqing was taken aback, and was immediately choked by the water, coughed several times, and turned his head back with an ugly face, Murong Cao was sitting on the sofa and reading yesterday's newspaper.

“…… Early. Yang Muqing's throat was still very uncomfortable, and he finally made a sound.

"Bai Xiaoqing, I know what to do about her."

Murong Cao's eyes shone brightly, flowing with an unusually agile look.

Bai Xiaoqing, 18 years old, is a client received by the Spiritual Institute a month ago, and it was her mother who came to the door, and the symptom was that she had not spoken to anyone for half a year, and it would be good to say that she was born with aphasia, but the problem is that this is not the case, she is not unable to speak, but she does not want to speak. What's more, what's even stranger is that she often runs to the path in front of her house in the middle of the night and talks to the tree, as if she is sleepwalking.

Because Bai Xiaoqing's performance is very similar to an escape stress response after severe psychological trauma, Murong Cao directly recommended her to Li Hang, and has been treating her with hypnosis and Morita therapy, but Bai Xiaoqing's will seems to be several times tougher than ordinary people, and the effect of hypnosis is minimal, and her thinking and behavior are normal, except for refusing to talk to others, it seems that she has some kind of obsession.

"Yesterday Moxiu told me a story that made me suddenly realize." Murong Cao habitually sells guanzi.

"What's the story?" Yang Muqing is finally very face-saving this time.

"Can you make me breakfast first?" The story is a bit long...... "Murong Cao never wants to treat his stomach badly, especially in front of Yang Muqing.

"What do you want to eat?" Yang Muqing didn't give face to the "story", but asked Murong Cao very seriously what he wanted to eat.

"Sausage egg fried rice." Murong Cao smiled and ordered.

Yang Muqing now knows Murong Cao's tastes very well, and often prepares some ingredients in the refrigerator that she likes more, saying "I like it more" because the biggest feature of Murong Cao's taste is "change", and "I like it more" means that she eats a little more often, but fortunately, she is not a very picky eater, as long as she is not given the same thing to eat within three days, she usually won't say anything.

For example, the "sausage" she ordered today was one of the ingredients she "preferred", so Yang Muqing effortlessly found it from the refrigerator, and after a while, she fried a plate of sausage fried rice with full color and flavor, which made Murong Cao's index finger move and start moving.

Yang Muqing didn't have much appetite in the morning, so after washing, he poured a glass of boiled water, opened a pack of biscuits that Murong Cao hadn't eaten yesterday, and ate them casually.

"Muqing, haven't you heard that eating is to 'be like an emperor in the morning, a commoner at noon, and a beggar at night'?"

"Nope."

"If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you." Murong Cao said while eating.

"I've only heard that it's easy to gain weight when you eat late-night snacks." Yang Muqing fought back unhurriedly.

Murong Cao suddenly couldn't hold back a smile on her face, since Yang Muqing was in charge of her four meals a day, her weight had risen in a straight line, although it had not yet broken 100, it was estimated that it would not be far away.

So, she began to change the subject, and said: "The story goes: once upon a time there was a king in a certain country whose hair was so thick and dense that it was difficult to take care of it, so the king would call for someone to help him comb his hair every morning, but no one wanted to do this errand, because whoever combed his hair would not see the sun tomorrow." On this day, a clever palace maid was called to comb his hair, and when she was helping the king to comb his hair, she found that the king's thick hair actually hid a pair of horns, no wonder everyone who combed his hair was going to die, because only the dead would keep this secret. ”

"Did this palace maid survive?" Yang Muqing knew that the story couldn't end like this.

"She first calmly combed the king's hair, and then knelt down, saying that she would protect the secret to the death, so that the king would not have to change the person to comb his hair, and she would come every day to help the king comb his hair." Murong Cao paused, reluctantly swallowed the last bite of fried rice, and continued, "However, there is such a big secret hidden, no one shares it, and the palace maid has always been very uncomfortable, she can't tell people, she can always tell things, so the palace maid said to the bamboo in front of the window every day, 'Our king has horns on his head'." Later, this bamboo was cut down by a musician to make a bamboo flute, this magical bamboo flute could not play the tune, and when it was blown it was the words of the palace maid, 'Our king has horns on his head', and finally, this secret spread throughout the country, and the power of the king of the horns was quickly overthrown. ”

"This story is very exciting, but what does it have to do with Bai Xiaoqing?"

"Isn't it the same as when she tells a secret to a tree? The fact that she was talking to the tree was just a cover, and what she said was the point. ”

"So what are you going to do?"

"Of course, it's the simplest and most brutal way."

Murong Cao smiled like a flower, and took out a small and delicate bugging device from his bag.