Cheng Zhihuan quickly took his hand back, "Who said that?" ”

She said stubbornly, "I pointed out roses to you, what did you do with my hands suddenly?" ”

Gu Xingjing chuckled, "It's hard to help yourself." ”

He half-bowed his head, a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his expression was serious.

"Zhihuan's fingers are more beautiful than those flowers."

Cheng Zhihuan's ears are even redder, but fortunately, he can cover up some of them by taking advantage of the dark night.

"Just you can talk."

She poked the Buddha beads at his wrist bone, and was rebounded by the hard Buddha bead material, and the originally pink fingertips had a touch of crimson.

Seeing this, Gu Xingjing gently held her wrist, blew her fingertips, and chuckled helplessly:

"Why was it so careless?"

"Did you go to the bookstore next door today?"

He had apparently seen her walk into the bookstore.

Cheng Zhihuan straightened his expression and nodded in response: "Go." ”

"I also saw Tang Yan."

Gu Xingjing's eyes were slightly dark, and his voice was a little more gloomy, "Is he spying on you?" ”

"Well, you can't say that." Cheng Zhi replied with a smile, "He wants to get my attention." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the force of the big hand holding her wrist tighten.

"Not the attention you think!" Cheng Zhihuan slightly accentuated his tone, "Don't think crookedly." ”

She pinched Gu Xingjing's wrist with her other hand, coughed lightly and said, "He wants me to know a place." ”

"Why do you keep thinking in other directions?"

Isn't this person's possessiveness a bit strong?

When Gu Xingjing heard this, a bad premonition crossed his heart.

"Where?" He asked.

"I mentioned it to you last time." Cheng Zhihuan smiled and said, "God's Research Institute, your father's Research Institute." ”

"Tang Yan also asked me to come back and ask you, what do I have to do with the Institute of Gods."

Gu Xingjing pursed his lips and did not speak.

Cheng Zhihuan observed his expression, and continued: "I think Tang Yan is sowing discord. ”

"How do you know what I have to do with the Institute of God?"

"Even I don't know."

In the last sentence, she said very lightly, so light that as soon as the wind blew, it took her voice away.

Gu Xingjing's lips were pursed, and a touch of paleness could be faintly seen.

He didn't know how to speak.

He may have known, or he should.

Knowing Gu Cheng's "X" experiment, which was the first batch of human experiments, the experiment with the goal of "X Superman" was carried out in an almost tragic form.

He didn't see how the experiment was carried out, or even when it began, but at the age of sixteen he learned about it in his mother's belongings.

The point of disagreement between her and Gu Cheng is also here, her mother is extremely disgusted with human experiments, she thinks that it is to destroy the original growth law of the human body, and it is an extremely immoral and dangerous behavior.

But Gu Cheng thinks that it is a very great thing to sacrifice a small number of people in exchange for the strength of the majority.

The two had a strong argument about it, and it was not until his mother's death in an accident that he was able to learn a few words from his mother's diary.

also knew that he had been to Gu Cheng's research institute, and he just regarded the experience of going to his research institute as a nightmare.

Now that she came back to her senses, Gu Xingjing didn't know how to tell how to talk about the relationship between those nightmares and the Institute of God, and she couldn't tell Cheng Zhihuan what kind of relationship she had with the Institute of God.

He was afraid that she would hate him, and he was even more afraid that she would suffer.

After being silent for a long time, Gu Xingjing took Cheng Zhihuan's hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand, and said in a low voice: "Let's go see grandma tomorrow, okay?" ”

There was a bit of pity in his voice.

When Cheng Zhihuan heard this, he nodded without surprise.

Gu Xingjing's topic was so blunt that she had to guess what he knew.

But it may be that he is afraid of something and does not say it explicitly.

She should have understood.

Everyone has their own hardships, she is, and so does Gu Xingjing.

Cheng Zhihuan's reason told her so, but there was a sour feeling in her heart for no reason, for his concealment, and for his distrust.

Cheng Zhihuan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the long eyelashes cast a shallow shadow on the eye sockets, covering the light at the bottom of the eyes.

"Okay." She replied, "Grandma has also come back from a trip, and we just happened to go to see her." ”

Gu Xingjing replied with a low "um".

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In Beijing, in a dark basement, Tang Yan listened to the sound coming from the eavesdropper, the corners of his mouth grinned, and he couldn't wait to grin behind his ears.

His trick of discord is still somewhat useful, and this Cheng Zhihuan must have a grudge against Gu Xingjing.

Ha ha!

Tang Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud, he was so happy, he was so happy.

Everyone can be happier than him, but only Gu Xingjing can't!

Absolutely not!

Tang Yan's eyes were full of hatred and jealousy, but at the same time, there was also the pleasure of a successful conspiracy.

The night amplified his laughter, and at last only the lingering sound remained.

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The next day, Gu Xingjing took Cheng Zhihuan back to the old house.

Grandma Gu came back from this trip, she was more energetic, her face was full of smiles, and when she saw Cheng Zhihuan coming, she pulled her to chat about the interesting things that happened during the trip.

Gu Xingjing glanced at the two of them, turned around and went upstairs.

A short time later, he walked down with a well-kept diary in his hand.

Cheng Zhihuan's eyes glanced at the thing in his hand, and his expression was stunned.

Grandma Gu is also a well-informed person, and she can see at a glance that Cheng Zhihuan's mind is not here.

When she looked back, she saw her grandson walking over with something in his hand, she got up happily and said, "Xiaojing, Huanhuan, you talk, haha, grandma will cook for you." ”

"Dinner at home."

Grandma Gu said, got up and walked to the kitchen.

At this time, Gu Xingjing had already walked to Cheng Zhihuan's side, and he handed the diary in his hand to her.

"This is my mother's diary."

"Maybe you'll be able to find the answer you want to know." ”

Cheng Zhihuan subconsciously took the diary in his hand and muttered, "Thank you." ”

Gu Xingjing shook his head, his expression didn't look very good, his lips were pursed, and even his body unconsciously revealed a sense of tightness.

He stood there for a few seconds, and then suddenly said, "I'm going to help grandma, you see." ”

He quickly turned around and headed for the kitchen.

Cheng Zhihuan looked at his back, and did not retract his gaze until his figure disappeared from her sight.

She lowered her head, looked at the well-protected diary in her hand, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it.

The truth and secrets about the Institute of God seem to have been revealed to her.