Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

"I see."

Xia Lingge didn't quite understand what caused Xia's father's sudden change of anger, but she knew that there was nothing wrong with giving verbal consent now.

Father Xia put his hands on his hips and took a long breath. He knew that his daughter was too slow about emotions, or could be said to have no understanding. He didn't expect her to hear anything from it, but he had to protect himself and don't be deceived. This is an accusation that he, as a father, should fulfill.

"Give me the phone number of Si, Si Cheng." Xia's father stretched out his fingertips and tapped the cell phone in her hand.

"What?"

Xia Lingge was a little confused but still obediently looked up Sicheng's contact information.

"What to do? What not to do!"

Xia's father took Xia Lingge's cell phone, searched for his own cell phone and recorded the phone number, then handed the phone back to Xia Lingge: "Okay, don't worry about this, leave it to me. ."

As he spoke, he picked up the coat that was thrown on the sofa and put it on his shoulders. He walked a few steps towards the Xuanmen. When he came to the security door, he stopped as if he remembered something.

"Lingge."

Father Xia didn't turn around, he just stared at the carved door panel in front of him and called her softly. Xia Lingge didn't stick her head around to observe his expression. She only responded unconsciously when she heard his name: "Huh?"

Father Xia slowly turned his gaze. The baptism of years had made his already deep eyes even more vicissitudes and sharpness. Father Xia quietly looked at Xia Lingge, his daughter whom he had only gotten to know in recent months. , "You are a good boy." He said slowly, "So Dad believes in you and knows what to do and what not to do."

The last time they spoke so formally was about Xia Lingge's mental illness. At that time, Xia's father's voice was full of annoyance and sadness, but this time his voice was very calm, so calm that his words did not sound like a father's instructions to his child. , on the contrary, it is like a kind of communication and trust between equals.

Xia Lingge raised her head and looked into her father's weathered but tired eyes, "I know, Father." She also answered him in a tone that was so calm that it was almost a statement, "I have always known that I What are you doing?" I also know what you have given me.

Father Xia nodded, then put on his coat and walked out of the house.

The entrance security door is closed.

Xia Lingge quietly listened to the footsteps outside the door fading away, turned around and walked into the kitchen, took out two cans of fresh peach juice from the refrigerator, and walked back to her bedroom.

He turned on the light, looked into the empty room without saying anything, put the fresh peach juice in his hand on the table, opened a can with a straw, leaned against the edge of the table to drink, and stretched out his left foot to kick the bed board.

"come out."

The hanging light blue sheets swayed slightly, and a dark furry head poked out, followed by half of the body, and finally the legs.

"Scared me."

Si Cheng patted the dust on his clothes and pants, walked to Xia Lingge and took another bottle of peach juice from her: "I was almost killed by my uncle."

"My dad is not that scary, but you are." Xia Lingge crossed her legs slightly and looked at the seam in the bed, which was only a little more than thirty centimeters. "You actually drilled into the seam in the bed silently. You can't think of it." .”

Sicheng grinned, not daring to say that it was a subconscious reaction caused by a guilty conscience.

Xia Lingge walked to the desk, spread out the neatly arranged books and put them aside. A shriveled doll suddenly appeared on it.