Sweet pursuit: Kiss goodnight, little sweetheart

Listening to the steady breathing of the phone, Xi Muhan leaned against the wall of the balcony and inserted his pocket with one hand.

It seems that a century has passed before the voice of the director of the bureau is heard again.

"I think people all over the world know that this Saturday is the day for sentencing the elderly and Wang Miaomiao."

"Good!"

Even if the secretary does not raise this request, he will do it.

He still has the ability to say hello to the media.

After hanging up, Xi Muhan didn't leave the balcony.

He looked up at the starry sky, his eyes long and deep.

A pair of soft hands hugged him from behind, and Yu Qiqi put his soft face on Xi Muhan's back.

"Brother Han, what are you looking at?"

"The sky is beautiful today."

Yu Qiqi took a look at the starry night sky. "Yes, it's beautiful, but I always feel that the night sky is a little bleak."

It should be beautiful, but I don't know why, seeing such a night sky, she would have such a strange idea.

Xi Muhan turned around, glancing at the little girl's inexplicable face, arms around her shoulder, "probably to find their own home!"

Yu Qiqi Nuo lips, reluctantly agree with Xi Muhan's words.

In fact, she did not know why Xi Muhan said such a thing.

"Seven seven..."

"Well?" Yu Qiqi raised his innocent face.

Xi Muhan took a deep look at her and told her about Wang Miaomiao's collusion with the elderly, his bullying of college students, the stone statue in the basement and the director's phone call.

Little girl is also the Party of this matter, she has the right to know some complicated things.

Yu Qiqi looks at Xi Muhan with dull eyes.

She didn't expect the truth to be like this.

How can one be so bad?

Especially a girl?

When she helped the tyrant, didn't she think about the pain of those girls?

No wonder as soon as she entered the basement that day, she felt that it was gloomy and full of strange smell.

There are so many resentment spirits in it. Isn't it gloomy and weird?

Thinking that he had been in such a place for such a long time that day, Yu Qiqi was suddenly afraid.

She doesn't believe in God, she doesn't believe in spirit, but there's something strange in that place... It's like you're standing alone in a graveyard, and those people who live in the graveyard are all killed.

The delicate body in the arms is a little trembling. Xi Muhan looks down at the little girl holding his shirt tightly in the arms, "good treasure."

Yu Qiqi buried his face in Xi Muhan's arms, and his soft voice trembled, "brother Han, let's go in. I'm a little afraid."

"OK, let's go back to the room."

Yu Qiqi's little hand is a little cold. For fear that the little girl will catch a cold, Xi Muhan doesn't dare to stay here for a long time. He picks her up and goes back to the room.

night.

Yu Qiqi had a nightmare.

She dreamed of the tragic death of the girls.

She seemed to see their desperate, fruitless, desperate, loveless eyes.

Countless pairs of despairing eyes flashed in front of her, and Yu Qiqi's pupils widened little by little

"No, don't show up in front of me again, go away, go away..."

"77, 77, wake up."

Deep familiar voice in the ear, Yu Qiqi brush to open his eyes.

Seeing the concern on Xi Muhan's face, Yu Qiqi cried out, "brother Han..."