Mu Xiaocheng struggled for a long time, but she didn't make a decision.

In this matter, no matter what she does, she will feel guilty in her heart.

She leaned on Ji Huaishen's shoulder a little tiredly and closed her eyes.

He muttered, "I'll sleep for a while, and call me when it's time." ”

She still remembered Ting Yi's in her heart, and after she went back, she was going to take him to a place, hoping that it would be useful to him.

Ji Huaishen gently hugged her shoulders and answered, his eyes flashing slightly.

The results of Lian Xu's examination came out.

Tingyi's right index finger and thumb have a thick callus, which is caused by the perennial use of a gun.

His body, back and abdomen had been wounded by gunshot wounds, and the scars were still there.

Therefore, he guessed that the previous Ting Yi was either white or black.

In other words, if it's not someone from the police, it's someone at the level of a top killer.

Ji Huai lowered his eyes deeply and looked at Mu Xiaocheng's quiet sleeping face.

If, if Ting Yi was a heinous villain, what would you do?

—

Chi Yan recently had a new task, that is, to keep an eye on Ting Yi.

This task was given to him by his deep brother, so he didn't dare to slack off.

follows Ting Yi's ass every day, and in order to get closer, he has to pretend to be very fond of painting and eager to learn.

The two of them sat in the hall, and when Ting saw the drawing paper in his hand, he couldn't bear to see the things drawn on it.

Whether it's the lines drawn or the colors, it's amazing.

He glanced at Chi Yan, who was holding Erlang's legs not far away, and asked suspiciously, "Do you really, like to draw?" ”

If you really liked it since you were a child, you shouldn't be drawn like this, right?

Let him just draw a flower and plant, the painting is like a forest, there is no gap, and the color palette is also terrifying.

"That's right." Chi Yan blinked his big eyes, looking pure and serious.

Tingyi tugged at the corners of his mouth and put down the painting in his hand.

"I don't think you're good at drawing, why don't you learn something else?"

"Like, boxing? Fistfight? Shoot? ”

These should be what this young man in front of him likes, right?

When Chi Yan heard him say this, his eyes rolled, and he snapped his fingers and said, "Okay." ”

"Tingyi-sensei, do you know martial arts?"

"Why don't we have a few tricks?"

Ting Yi shook his head very sincerely.

How could he be martial arts?

Memory, without this ability.

Chi Yan frowned and thought for a while, and said, "It's okay, you won't be able to teach you, so that you can have a kung fu when you go out in the future, right?" ”

Ting Yi felt that what this young man said was very reasonable, and nodded, which was kind of agreeing.

It's just that Chi Yan didn't expect anything.

Tingyi, who doesn't know how to fight, almost beat him to death.

Chi Yan covered his injured cheek and bared his teeth: "Uncle, do you call this a name?" ”

It's not going to be called, so can those who really can't go to die?

Ting Yi looked at Chi Yan with some guilt, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I don't know, it turns out that I can learn it as soon as I learn, or rather, in my subconscious, it's actually quite powerful." ”

Bah.

Chi Yan wanted to be rude.

It's not a one-time learning at all, but it's an instinctive reaction formed by his body's long-term exercise.

He didn't show it before because he didn't meet an opponent and no one forced him to make a move.

And today, because of his sparring, so ......

Chi Yan suddenly came to Ting's side and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, you are so powerful, what did you do before?" Think about it. ”

—

This book has been blocked for more than a dozen chapters, and it is really intoxicating, obviously so clear. It does not interfere with the contents. If it's empty, it will change.

(End of chapter)