The Five-year-old Milk of the Xuanmen Group’s Favorite Boss

   Chapter 279 Why do you think hair is a weakness?

   "Canglang Community—"

   She slowly spoke the new words she learned today.

   "Feng Shui metaphysician—she, she will know, tell you—"

   Bad stuff!

   The little ghost said that he was stumbling, and he said to himself that he was angry. At this moment, he reached out to pull the other person's hair in a frenzy.

   When he was relieved a little, the little devil let go of his hand, stared at him tightly, and finally became transparent.

  The big orange cat was the first to notice that the surrounding temperature was getting warmer, and the tail hair was still blown.

   The heart that Ying Jiang had been raising in his throat finally fell, he let out a long sigh of relief and clenched his fists. Only at this moment did he realize that his whole body was shaking.

it is true-

  There are really ghosts—

   What did she just say?

  Canglang Community?

   That's a famous wealthy area, right?

   Ying Jiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned his head and looked at the big orange cat.

  The big orange cat shuddered, purred vigilantly, and stared at him closely.

   "We can be considered as... a brother or a brother."

   He let out a long sigh of relief, his breathing a little violent.

   It is said that some small animals can see strange things, and now it seems to be true.

   He was completely awakened by the drink, and he didn't dare to cross the path to go home at this moment.

  Although it is a bit noisy, it is not impossible to sleep while lying on the table, and if the sound is louder, it will make him feel more secure at this time.

  Wait until tomorrow morning, he will go to the gate of Canglang Community to guard, I just hope that the kid will be satisfied and not come to the door again.

   He touched his head, this time it was really a physical tingling of the scalp, as if blood was left from being pulled hard, he grinned and took off the hair rope that tied his hair.

   looked at the tufts of hair on the ground.

   Good guy, what kind of bald creator is this?

   is scary.

  Thinking of this, the bluish-black-skinned kid who just came out of the darkness, and the scars on his body, came to mind.

   Some are like a long time ago, some are like new scars.

  Suddenly something crossed his mind, but that thought just flashed by, and in the end he didn't even think where the strange familiar feeling he felt from that little devil came from.

  ***

   I was too busy last night.

   After waiting for the little ghost to identify him, he also took the copper coin and used the face of the other side to give the little ghost a hexagram to see the position of the guy who has a cause and effect with it.

  What kind of cause you plant, what kind of fruit you have to bear, even if you barely escaped the disaster now, when you wait for it later, it will not be the same as the previous one, which is just a little hair and a neck choke.

This little devil is about to become a little devil, and he found a Zhang Jinfan. After a long time, she was almost out of patience and started to do it. Now this little devil can easily do something to people who have a cause and effect with her, so that the other party can see She explained that with the passage of time, these causes and effects are constantly strengthening, and one day they will be able to directly sense them and come to the door.

He patiently taught the other party a few words, saying that after telling the villain, the problem can be solved and let her 'go home'. Ben cried a lot, and felt that Tang Jin, who had no hair, had no weaknesses. The kid finally became honest and followed her. Said direction went.

   So it was very late when Xiaomai fell asleep really peacefully.

   After lying in bed for more than an hour, the little dumpling was picked up by his father.

   She was too lazy to get up, and the cub's strong desire to sleep made the little milk group get up a little bit.

   Her soft little face was slumbering with pink and tender red, and she rubbed hard into her father's arms, preventing outsiders from seeing her face, and her little claws grabbed Tang Chuang's clothes.

   This little one is so soft, Tang Chuang's heart melted all of a sudden.

   The sound of waking her up has not yet sounded.

   This little dumpling has already opened his mouth to make a milky voice.

   "Dad, I want to sleep a little longer today, just a little while—"

  It's so milky, so cute, so cute.

   is the cuteness that the arrogant old father can't resist.

   She also raised her little hand weakly, with a little finger curled up, as if she had been working hard to gesture for a while.

  Tang Chuang finally gave in. Today, I didn't plan to force the little dumplings to develop a good routine. After all, I had extra work yesterday.

   Finally, Tang Chuang put the little dumpling back on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

   When Tang Jin really woke up, he could have lunch immediately.

   Zhang Jinfan also just got up not long ago.

Mainly a while ago, he always felt that his neck and neck were sore, and he couldn't sleep well at night. Every morning when he woke up, he felt like he had a fight with someone. In the evening, he experienced another episode, and in the second half of the night, he passed out and became even more drowsy.

   This night, Zhang Jinfan breathed the breath of 'freedom' after a long time, and he couldn't get enough sleep no matter what.

   The two sat and had breakfast together.

  Zhang Jinfan was eating breakfast while watching his phone recover the content he didn't have time to reply in the morning.

   There are also inquiries from Fu Xi, including Wen Yufeng's inquiries.

   On the one hand, he asked him if he was coming back today, and on the other hand, he asked him why he was going to the Tang family, and what happened.

   Zhang Jinfan's eyes were full of helplessness, so he didn't reply, he put his phone on, not knowing what to say.

   only took a long sigh of relief.

  Thinking of the last suspect identified yesterday.

   The parents identified by the kid—Zong Qingli, the director of his next drama, and his wife Qin Qing.

In fact, since he saw this four or five-year-old kid, he had some guesses in his heart. The child who died recently at the age of four or five was from Zong Qingli's family, and Zong Qingli had inquired about him when he contacted him before. Some things about Feng Shui metaphysics.

   He had already auditioned at that time, and he was basically determined to play this role, but there was capital around him who wanted to join and praised their traffic niche.

   Zhang Jinfan took the other party to see Fu Xi at the time, and Fu Xi did say that he might have some unavoidable bad things to happen, and it was very close.

   He still remembered Zong Qingli's reaction after listening to it. He was a little surprised but not so surprised. He just said that he would go to the temple to ask for a peace amulet or something.

   He had no doubts at the time.

   Now that I think about it, it feels very unscientific.

  The relationship between the couple has always been harmonious and sweet in the outside world. Although their two children have not appeared in public because of privacy protection, their words and deeds can also show their love for their children.

   Thinking of Tang Jin's conclusion.

   He took a sip of porridge and looked at Xiao Nianjin who was biting a bun.

   "Jin Jin said that it has a lot to do with Director Zong. Is there any misunderstanding? I happened to see Director Zong and his wife getting along, and the relationship is really good."

   So this kind of thing is really unimaginable.

   Xiaomai raised her head today, looked over, tilted her head to think for a moment, and suddenly asked back, Xiaomai's voice was calm, giving people a feeling of stability and reliability.

   "Then do you know why she always likes to pull her hair, thinking that hair and neck are a person's biggest weakness?"

   may be because it is the most convenient?

   Or the other party was too young to understand when he died, and didn't really think about killing people?

  Zhang Jinfan pondered, and finally looked at Tang Jin suspiciously.

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