I can see hell in my left eye

Chapter 944 Maybe You Can Forgive 9
I was almost terrified by Shang Liqi's appearance. When I realized it, the program of the robot housekeeper had been forcibly stopped. Shang Liqi seemed puzzled, found a baseball bat from the room, and beat the robot like crazy.

I stared at him with wide eyes, and there was only a "bang bang" knocking sound in my ears.

"Hey, Shang Liqi, enough is enough, the robot is right, you are enough."

I couldn't help but stepped forward, trying to make him stop.

But he threw me away and continued to swing at the robot.

It wasn't until the robot butler really turned into a pile of rotten iron that he finally stopped, threw the baseball bat away, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

There was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, panting heavily, he smiled awkwardly at me and said, "I wanted to throw away this rotten thing a long time ago."

"..."

I was speechless for a moment, his behavior was beyond my comprehension.

Could it be that he was venting his anger at a robot?
"It just so happens that Xichen doesn't like this pile of rotten iron very much. Well, it seems to have really become a pile of rotten iron now. It seems that I can only throw it away."

"..."

Shang Liqi pretended to be calm, but I could see that he was a little guilty.

The more he concealed it, the more he proved his guilt.

I took a deep breath, walked up to him, and sat down beside him.

He subconsciously moved aside, as if deliberately trying to keep a distance from me.

"No matter what reason you didn't return the Ming Ring to me, luckily the Ming Ring was found, so let's pretend that this incident never happened..."

"Take the ring and go back!" He didn't wait for me to finish speaking, and directly issued the order to evict the guest.

"business……"

"Don't say anything, I just want to be quiet now, please, go back."

"..."

He got up and walked to the window, and stood facing the window.

I stared at him blankly for a while, seeing that he didn't intend to pay attention to me at all, I stood up helplessly.

"Then I'm going back."

He didn't respond.

I walked out of his bedroom step by step and turned my head three times. Every time I turned around, he always turned his back to me.

Sometimes I just can't believe it.

16 years later, Shang Liqi is still by my side like before, and he doesn't ask for anything in return, just sticking to me as a friend.

However, this incident made me feel a little bit different about him.

He may not be so willing to ask for nothing in return, he just doesn't know how to speak, how to ask.

I thought I would be furious when I found out that Shang Liqi had deliberately hidden the ring, but Shang Liqi's "I'm sorry" made all the anger in my heart disappear instantly.

In fact, even if he deliberately hid the ring, I can't blame him. Compared with everything he has done for me, this matter is nothing at all.

The favor I owed to him cannot be repaid easily. It should be said that I can't afford to repay it.

I went home thinking wildly, and as soon as I entered the door, I saw my parents sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The two of them looked at me at the same time.

"Where have you been, and you don't answer the phone?" My mother got up and looked at me in surprise.

Naturally, I couldn't tell her that I was at Shang Liqi's house, so I simply made up a reason, "Just walk around."

"If you're not at home, wait for us obediently, and then go wandering somewhere."

"I just walk around."

"You child, you won't be home all day..." The mother started to chatter again.

The father sighed, stretched out his hand to grab the mother, and murmured: "Okay, the child is about to take the exam and is under a lot of pressure. Don't nag her all the time."

"I just said a few words to her."

"Just say a few words less!"

My mother glared at me, and then she reluctantly closed her voice.

At critical moments, it seems that my father is always speaking for me.

I walked up to him and found that his complexion was extremely bad, and I felt a little distressed immediately.

"Dad, are you feeling better?"

He smiled: "It's better, I'm fine."

I stretched out my hand to touch his forehead, his body temperature is still normal, and the fever has subsided.

"Don't worry, your father and I are in good health."

As he spoke, he swung his arms, showing off the muscles in his arms to me.

I couldn't help but be amused by his appearance.

He got up, put his arms around my shoulders heavily, left my mother on the first floor alone, and went up to the second floor with me.

"I want to talk to you."

He went straight to the master bedroom, and after entering the door, he climbed into the bed a little tiredly.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and raised the pillows for him so he could lean more comfortably.

Sitting on the bed, he pulled a thin blanket over his body, and then looked at me seriously.

"Dad, what do you want to talk to me about?"

In fact, I can probably guess what he is going to say. It is nothing more than what happened last night. He must be very surprised why he was bitten by a dog, why he fell into a coma, and when he beat me.

He has hardly ever spoken to me aloud, let alone physically, since I can remember.

He is a good father, but last night, he was possessed by a demon, so what he did was not what he intended, which I completely understand.

"Well, I want to talk to you about what happened last night. Your mother said, I beat you." He said, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

Before I could speak, he added: "But I don't remember at all. Besides, Dad loves you so much, it's impossible for him to hit you for no reason!"

"I know you love me."

"Then tell me, did I really hit you?"

"Actually, not you."

"But your mother said she saw me beat you with her own eyes."

"Not you."

"Who is that?"

"Yes……"

I don't know what to say to him.

Once I tell him the truth, he will definitely not believe it, and he will put a hat of "creek" on my head.

I hesitated, but he asked eagerly: "Tell me the truth, what happened last night?"

"You really want to hear the truth?"

"Correct."

"you sure?"

"determine."

"Then can I tell you?"

"Say."

"Did I really say that?"

"Speak straight."

"You are possessed by a ghost."

"..."

He bulged his eyes and stared at me blankly, completely dumbfounded.

I smiled wryly, "Look, you won't believe me when I tell you." It's better not to say it, I guess he will start to teach me not to believe those ghosts and gods.

"Ghost possessed?"

He was shocked.

I nodded, and he frowned, as if remembering something.

Suddenly, he picked up my face and stared at my eyes very intently for a full ten minutes.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Your left eye can really communicate with yin and yang?"

"Really!"

"Are there really ghosts in this world?"

"Yes, I have!"

"I was really possessed by a ghost last night?"

"Yes!"

"My God! I'm possessed by a ghost..." He let go of my face and sat on the bed for a long time before he calmed down.

(End of this chapter)