My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle - Chapter 427
Empress Dowager 4: Do you want to follow
Chapter 427 Emperor Fanwai 4: Do you want to follow me?
“Dad, Grandpa,” Rong Tang hurried over to help, “How are you here?”
The two old men, the old man is Rong Tang’s father, the old man is Rong Tang’s grandfather, the two men are more than 150 years old.
The old man is almost ninety, he is very healthy, he doesn’t need crutches, he walks fast: “What about the son?”
Zi said it was Rongli’s childhood name. He changed his name to Rongli only after he was three years old, but Zi said that the name was invited by the master to divest his hexagrams.
The four generations of the Rongjia single pass, the old man had to allow such a male grandson in sixty or seventy years, it was resting on the apex of the heart and was afraid of heat.
“In the ward.” Rong Tang said, “It’s no big deal and was discharged in the afternoon.”
Although there was nothing serious, in the eyes of the old man, his grandsons were all in the hospital. That was a big thing, and his white beard was upset: “The boy of the Lu family said that our family said he was beaten.” Does it make sense, “Who? Who beats?” Dare to beat his grandson!
Rong Tang was afraid of the elderly’s blood pressure, and quickly explained: “Grandpa, the sixth brother’s sweetheart beat.”
Father Rong was taken aback: “What? Sweetheart ?!”
Not waiting for Rong Tang to speak, her father said: “Which girl? What do you do? How is your character?”
Rong Zhouqing is sixty to eight, wearing a straight military uniform, and has been a soldier for most of his life. His hands and feet are full of justness and stereotypes. His face is pulled all the year round, and he looks serious and tight. It is a dull temperament. Li had no mother shortly after birth, and Rong Zhouqing was his favorite for this son. Although he was always unsmiling, he always felt hurt for his son.
Rong Tang knew it all: “It’s a female firefighter, and I don’t know who’s home yet.”
The old man smiled with his gums and praised the firefighter.
Rong Zhouqing thought for a while: “Tomorrow let the fire brigade come to sit at our house.” He wants to ask how the girl behaves, otherwise it doesn’t matter, Rong Li likes it, but the character must be good.
Rong Tang said yes.
Rong Li is twenty-eight, let alone his girlfriend. For so many years, he has n’t even had a opposite sex. His hair is small, and the flowers have swept through. Just like him, he has lived like a monk. Worried about his sexual orientation, this was relieved.
Grandpa Rong entered the ward.
“Zi said,” the old man ran to the hospital bed with a distressed face, “Is it alright, does it hurt?”
Rong Li put down the book on his hand: “No problem.”
Rong Li was like this since he was a child, he spoke very old school, and he was not very close to people. It was only a lot better in recent years. The older generation in the compound loved Rong Li, feeling that he was calm, knowledgeable, Huo Changxun and Lu Qidong’s gang was different when he was young, and he often used old antiques to tease him. After all, a normal person, like Rongli, was full of money when he was five years old, and he didn’t sit with his female relatives when he was seven years old.
The old man was distressed by his grandson, and he felt that he had lost weight all the time: “Clear day, tell him to cut an apple.”
Rong Qingye: “…” He is his Lao Tzu!
Rong Li leaned back on the pillow and sat upright: “Don’t bother your father.”
The tone is very polite, and the politeness is not like father and son.
Rong Zhouqing was dissatisfied, twisting his eyebrows and putting down his military cap: “What is bothersome and not bothersome, the habit of speaking changes, just like an old antique.”
He said a few words with a straight face, took the apple, and cut it inexperiencedly.
The son talked about the baby grandson, the old man was not happy, and he glanced at him, then looked at Rong Li kindly: “I heard A Tang said, you have a girl you like.”
Rong Liying: “Well.”
The old man felt that the grandson’s eyebrows were a lot softer, and she still wanted the nourishment of the woman, but—
“A few days ago, I heard Lao Huo said that the girl next to the kid often changed, and the one that was exchanged for was not brought home.” The old man knocked sideways, “The old man is old, and he doesn’t recognize people very much. Say, do n’t learn to find that little bastard. ”
Huo’s little bastard, how many girlfriends have changed, even one has never been taken home, and has no plans to get married. Old Huo urged a few times, that little **** said that women are too troublesome, he does not marry Ancestors want to be their ancestors.
At that time, Lao Huo pulled the belt and pumped.
Rong Li and Huo Changxun were small and approached. Old Master Rong was afraid that his grandson and Huo Changxun would learn bad things and mess up the relationship between men and women outside.
Rong Li said concisely: “I am the one.”
It is not a loss of the fourth generation single pass of the Rong family.
The old man was very pleased: “That’s better then that’s good.” I can’t wait, “When will I take it home to show to Grandpa?”
Over there, Rong Yuqing, who cut apples, also raised his ears.
Speaking of this, Rong Li frowned: “She is not my girlfriend yet.”
People who are always cold and quiet, talking about sweethearts, have a lot of vivid expressions. The old man is mixed with joy and sorrow. The joy is that the grandson finally ate the fireworks in the world. The worry is that he is a little jealous. This is not important. The important thing is: “Then you It ’s going to work harder. Grandpa is getting older and the little great-grandson … “The grandfather was melancholy,” I do n’t know how to wait. ”
The old man who had entered halfway into the soil looked forward to his children and grandchildren.
After Grandpa Rong left, Huo’s little **** came.
Huo Changxun took a chair and sat down, looking at Rong Li with interest: “Dong Zi said, you’ve seen a girl.”
The calendar is not clear.
Huo Changxun was curious: “Is that the one you’ve been looking for?” Originally, I wanted to ask if it was the “Ying Shen” in his heart, thinking that the Lin family also had a “Ying Shen”.
Rong Li held a document in his hand and read it very carefully. He responded: “Well.”
Sure enough, it was in the hands of women.
Huo Changxun laughed: “Then why are you still lying here?” Shouldn’t you lie on the girl’s bed?
Well, he never walked on the kidneys, not the heart.
Rong Li flipped through the information and paused: “She doesn’t recognize me.”
Gee.
In just one day, the cold and indifferent guy was full of emotions.
Huo Changxun teased: “That’s trouble, after all, not everyone believes in this past and present life.” He was playful and said a little more seriously, “You have to come again.”
Rong Li put the information aside: “How to chase it?” He added, “You have had many women.”
Huo Changxun supported his chin thoughtfully, lazily, and gave him a trick: “Give money, buy a bag, and then it won’t work anymore,” he looked at Rongli, and he smiled badly. ”
Damn things.
Rong Lixi is like gold: “You can go out.”
Huo Changxun laughed and scolded. He got up and left, and when he arrived at the elevator, he looked up at random, and saw the white skirt corner in the opposite stairwell flicker past.
Ah.
I like wearing white skirts so much.
He pressed his cheek gang, put his hands in his pockets, and followed. The girl went to the rooftop, squatted there and shed tears, and cried her eyes red with her knees silent.
Huo Changxun only felt that the demon’s style was strange, but the girl’s skirt was blown up, and only a corner was lifted, the white ankles looming.
Really sway his eyes! I want to tear her!
He leaned on the door and looked at it, lit two cigarettes, and had no patience after smoking: “Enough crying?”
The man squatting on his knees was startled by the unpredictable voice, and suddenly turned back, tears were too late to wipe, and the red eyes were watery, like a frightened rabbit: “How long have you been here ? ”
He put out the cigarette butts in his hand and threw them into the trash can: “It didn’t take long to smoke two cigarettes.” He raised his eyelids and looked at the red eyes. “What are you crying this time?”
When she first saw her, she also cried so much that he wanted to bully.
She wiped her eyes indiscriminately with her sleeves, making them more red, and the pear flower was pitifully rainy, partial, and very stubborn: “This is my private business.”
After she finished speaking, she got up and left, and the skirt brought a gust of wind with a faint fragrance of gardenia.
Huo Changxun raised his slender legs and blocked the road at the door. She stared at him like an angry rabbit.
In this way, it makes people want to bully.
“Ji Lingran,” Huo Changxun seemed to smile, “Do you want to follow me?”
The rabbit was in a hurry.
Her eyes widened round: “You–” She obviously wouldn’t scold, her face flushed with rage, “You shameless!”
Ah.
This rabbit will not bite when she is anxious.
Really **** pure, want to engage.
Huo Changxun was amused by the desperate girl, put down his leg, and touched a business card from his pocket and stuffed it in the collar of the red-faced girl: “This is a private number.”
Ji Lingran only heard about Huo Changxun when she was playing the kite, and knew that he was a full swinger. She was very disgusted, she was so angry that she could not speak, and tore her business card away. After scolding shamelessly, he ran away.
Huo Changxun chuckled loudly in the back, touched the cigarette case, and ordered another one. The Rong family was always afraid that he would bring a bad appearance. Where did they know that their group of small smokers and drinkers were all brought by Rong.
At night, there was a wind, and the moonlight in the late spring was a little cool. At eleven o’clock, the Wanjia lights were extinguished, and there was a car parked beside the main entrance of the community. There was a cigarette between the middle and index fingers, a ray of white smoke, burning quietly.
The slender fingers lit a cigarette butt, shook the ash off, then reached in and drove the car. Rong Li walked down, extinguished the smoke between his fingers, and then took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.
“Hey.”
Late at night, the voice is a little lazy.
Rong Li listened.
“Hey.” No response, Xiao Jinghe shouted again.
He spoke, and his throat was a little dumb just after smoking: “I am Rongli.”
The phone was quiet for a moment.
She asked, “Did you investigate me?” Otherwise, where did the number come from?
Rong Li acknowledged: “Well, I checked it.” She checked her phone number, address, place of work, and even her ID card. “I just want to contact you.”
He was just afraid to lose her again.
Xiao Jinghe didn’t investigate, but asked him uncertainly: “You knew me before?” She paused for a while, “In the elevator, you called my name.”
He called her Ahe.
Except for the closest person, no one shouted at her like this.
He silenced Xu Yu and said, “I don’t know, I heard it by accident.”
There are so many accidents.
General Dingxi in The Empress also called Ahe.
“Are you the original author of Empress?” She knew that the author of the emperor was named Rong Li.
His voice was low and deep: “Well.”
Sure enough, the ‘Yongli’ at the signing event is not the author, this is the calendar. No wonder he called her Ahe, he begged her not to go to the northwest, his eyes were obsessed when he looked at her.
Xiao Jinghe’s tone of speech was a bit alienated: “Mr. Rong, I don’t understand the extent to which your authors will invest in a work, but, I am not Ahe in your book.
She thought that he was probably still in the book and could not come out. Just like her, she would also dream of night and night, dreaming that the soldiers were under the city, and dreaming that Emperor Yan Hong was crying and shouting Ahe on the city wall. He, maybe his author just found the beloved shadow on her.
Rong Li denied quickly: “Not so.”
In the past and present life, he did not know how to tell her, who would believe it.
“May I,” he said in a low tone. “Can I meet? I’m downstairs in your house.”
She did not hesitate: “It’s late, it’s inconvenient.” Then she hung up the phone.
however……
Slap, I hit myself in the face.
Less than five minutes later, she stood at the door of the community carrying a black bag.
Rong Li hid the smoke in his hands behind his back: “Ahe.”
She shook the black bag in her hand: “I just came down and threw the garbage.” She walked out of the community and threw the bag in the big trash can outside.
In fact, every floor has a big trash can. She did n’t know why she ran to the sixth floor, and there was only one piece of mask in the trash bag. She did n’t know why she ran down without washing the mask. Too.
Rong Li looked at her and smiled under the street lamp.
Her face was still wet, very embarrassed: “What are you laughing at?”
He smiled happily in his eyes, his eyes softer than the moon: “I am very happy.”
Xiao Jinghe thought he was laughing at her.
She did not look at him, looking at the trash can.
He threw the cigarette in his hand into the trash bin, walked to her, bent over to look at her, his eyes were carefully thin, like a hot net wrapped around, and her shadow was locked firmly in it.
He was still laughing, and his lips were bent: “Ahe, I am very happy.”
She was uncomfortable with his eyes and could not avoid it. She simply lowered her head: “I went up.” She didn’t look at anyone, and turned away.
Rong Li caught her.
She looked back and saw that the hand that was holding her was very clean and cool white, and her nails were cleanly trimmed.
He had n’t let go, and asked in a low voice, “Can I call you often?”
She earned a bit, did not break away, and subconsciously licked her lips: “Follow you.”
The corner of his mouth bent a little more, his eyes brighter: “Can I come to you then?”
Xiao Jinghe didn’t think much: “No.”
The light in Rong Li’s eyes began to dim, his lips pursed.
She quickly added the reason: “I work irregular hours.”
She didn’t know what she was talking nonsense, just thought he was really laughing, he said with a smile: “I know, I will call you before I come.”
Her maternal grandfather is a master of painting and calligraphy. She has seen a lot of good paintings in her ears. There are mountains and rivers, and there are beauties. However, there is no ink painting of Danqing and one of these two faces. The skin is beautiful and the bone is more beautiful.
After a long time, she ‘hmm’ uttered, and it was enough.
She lowered her head and stood for a while. The unwashed mask on her face had dried and her face was a little uncomfortable, especially hot: “I went up.”
Rong Li let go: “Okay.”
She glanced at him through the light of the street lamp before turning around.
Forget it, she recognized the shadow of General Dingxi. Why should everything be clear? Didn’t she come to see him in a vague underground? Perhaps, like him, she was looking for her favorite shadow on each other. The silhouette that made her dream come true, it happened to be the appearance of the calendar. Those eyes she looked at with tears in her eyes, it happened. It is also the eyes of Rongli.
When she walked under the building, she couldn’t help it. She glanced back. Rong Li was still standing in the same place, her eyes fixed on each other, and she immediately moved away, then quickly ran into the first floor.
While waiting for the elevator, she met a neighbor on the same floor.
His name was Jiang Pei. He was in his early thirties, with a gentle temperament and a gentle personality. He was a best-selling author. Because he didn’t go out very much, his skin was extremely fair. He said hello first, “Miss Xiao, haven’t you slept yet?”
“I came down to throw garbage.” Out of courtesy, Xiao Jinghe asked back, “Mr. Jiang also throws garbage?”
Jiang Pei shook his head: “The book is stuck, let’s find some inspiration.” He helped his glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled softly. “If you don’t mind, you can call me directly.”
She said nothing and waited quietly for the elevator.
Jiang Pei’s book is very popular, and to what extent it has been sold, the news has reported that there have been two cases of imitation of the crimes in Jiang Pei’s book.
Of course, there are disadvantages and benefits. The analysis of Jiang Pei’s book on criminal psychology has a great guiding role in the detection of cases by the police, because before Jiang Pei’s writer’s major was criminal psychology.
Xiao Jinghe had seen Jiang Pei’s interview. When she took out takeout one day, she found out, oh, it turned out to be a neighbor.
After getting off the elevator, the lights in the corridor dimmed without warning.
“The lamp is broken again.”
Faint, unable to see Jiang Pei’s face, she only heard him complain.
She took out her mobile phone to illuminate, perhaps because in a dark environment, she suddenly thought of the book Jiang Pei recently serialized, titled “Sin”.
“I have been chasing your book,” she said.
Jiang Pei smiled: “My honor.”
The apartment she rented was in front of Jiang Pei. Before entering the house, she took a photo with her cell phone and said, “Can I ask you a question?”
Jiang Pei narrowed his eyes: “Yes.”
“Why did Mr. Wang kill Qiao Ping?”
Wang Tai is the protagonist of “Sin”, a serial killer murderer.
Jiang Pei said lightly: “Because Wang Tai is an anti-social personality disorder.”
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There was a bug in yesterday’s chapter. Ning is also a friend of sweeping. He Liangqing doesn’t need to agree, I will change it ~
(End of this chapter)