The little ancestor has a delicate voice and can flirt, and the ascetic villain has fallen

I heard that every year in the past, on the anniversary of his father's death, he would stand in front of his father's tombstone overnight, and work as usual the next day.

Shen Qiao moved closer to the crack of the door, "I can't sleep."

"I know you haven't slept, can you talk to me."

There was still no movement inside the door, she couldn't help reaching out her hand to hold the doorknob, but then thought that if he didn't open the door by himself, she wouldn't be able to walk in.

She put down her hand and said again: "When people are unhappy, they can drink some wine, so that they can temporarily forget the unhappy things. I want to drink some, do you want to come with me?"

Knocking on the door, she tapped the back of her finger on the door panel: "Knock, click, click."

She was a little worried, but what Brother Huai'an meant was that he seemed to have returned to the Martyrs Cemetery after sending her back to Yujingtai, standing in the rain for so long.

"Uncle, are you feeling unwell, can you talk to me?"

Shen Qiao looked at the door blocking the two of them in front of her, it didn't move at all, she knocked for a long time but there was no response, he blocked herself in her own world, she couldn't get in.

The relationship between them seems to be the same.

There was some soreness in her heart, she flattened her mouth, and said with a bit of loss and sadness in her voice, "Uncle..."

Seeing that the door was still the same, Shen Qiao didn't intend to wait any longer, she didn't like to do meaningless things, she was sad now, and she wanted to find something to relieve her emotions.

But just when she was about to bend over to pick up the wine bottle and leave, the door opened with a 'click'.

She raised her head and met the man's deep and cold eyes.

...

Living room on the second floor.

The wine cabinet at home is not open to Shen Qiao, Jiang Yuzhi is very strict about it, she usually can't touch it, but tonight is different from usual, she can make an exception to drink.

Shen Qiao has already taken the small wine glass, sitting on the blanket beside the coffee table, waiting eagerly for him to pour her some good wine from his collection, she has been hungry for a long time.

But Jiang Yuzhi brought two cans of milk beer over and put them on her side, "You drink this."

Shen Qiao: "..."

She pursed her lips, and pushed the milk beer back to him: hum.

Jiang Yuzhi rolled his eyes lightly: Huh?

The man is calm, but silence speaks louder than words, just one look can make people feel quite oppressed.

It's fine when Shen Qiao doesn't look at his handsome but always cold face, but when she meets his 'discipline' eyes, she always has the habit of 'be obedient'.

She raised her chin, "Open it for me."

Jiang Yuzhi originally wanted to sit on the sofa, but when he saw her sitting cross-legged on the blanket, he also sat on it, leaning against the sofa behind him, with one long leg bent, holding the phone in one hand, and He opened her milk beer with one hand.

Shen Qiao held the milk jug in both hands and took two sips.

Usually, when I go to Dongfengli with Yoyo to drink too many cocktails, I feel that this kind of milk beer is tasteless. She secretly glanced at the tequila bottle he put aside.

Jiang Yuzhi poured a few glasses of wine, raised his head, and poured it directly into his stomach.

I have to say that wine is indeed a good thing.

It can help you adjust your emotions when you are in a state of depression and depression, and at least reduce the original dull and depressed feeling in your body.

Shen Qiao bit the rim of the milk beer, feeling that it was not tasty enough, poured the milk beer into the small wine glass just now, picked it up and handed it over, "Click a glass."

Jiang Yuzhi had just poured down a glass of wine, looked at one place with slightly lowered eyes, pinched the rim of the empty wine glass with two fingers, and rested his wrists on his knees, when he heard her voice, he lifted his eyelids lazily to look at her.

He would occasionally attend some gatherings on weekdays, and most of them were surrounded by men, or had female friends brought by them, sexy, elegant, hot, and the atmosphere was naturally different from the present.

Seeing the cup handed over by the child, he glanced at her again.

Jiang Yuzhi felt a little dazed.

I used to think she was still a child.

But now looking at that fair and delicate face full of collagen, he couldn't help but think of the blush on her face when she ran into his arms that day, and when she looked back in the rainy night with Guang's eyes, her undulating body curves on the return journey.

Shen Qiao has unknowingly grown into a stunner who is attractive enough to men.

She has grown up.

He squeezed the wine glass tightly, tilted his head unnaturally, frowned, put the wine glass on the tea table, poured a glass, and touched her wine glass.

But he didn't go to see her again.

Shen Qiao took a sip of the milk beer in the glass, and noticed from the corner of her eyes that the man raised his sharp chin and drank the wine in the glass.

His sharp-edged side face was covered with a layer of coldness, as if to isolate everyone, with a sense of mystery that people can't figure out, and a sense of oppression that makes people not dare to approach.

She pondered for a while, then moved towards him, getting a little closer to him.

He might never forget that incident, just like all the scars on the surface, with blood dripping under the scars, which cannot be mentioned.

But she didn't want that to be his eternal shackles.

She pursed her lips, hesitated, and said, "Uncle, are you still blaming yourself for my father's death 12 years ago?"

Jiang Yuzhi's lips twitched, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and remained silent.

Shen Qiao felt that the breath around him was colder and a little nervous, she still said:

"I can't speak, so I don't know how to persuade you, but I think if my father knows, he definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

"My father is a hero. He has saved many people. When I was young, I felt very distressed when I saw my father injured. So I have selfish intentions and don't want him to be injured. But my father said that it is his responsibility to protect the safety of the people. As a Interpol, if a little injury can save a life, it is worth it."

"If he is in the spirit of the sky and sees your achievements so far, he will definitely not regret saving his life for saving you. He will definitely be proud of you."

She has seen Jiang Yuzhi's efforts and achievements in his career over the years. She has solved countless illegal and criminal activities, allowed countless criminals to get the punishment they deserved and paid the price they should pay, and saved many lives.

Aside from the fact that it was his mission he had to do, she sensed that he might also want to reassure her father.

He hoped to continue all the crime-solving skills that Shen Li had taught him, as if...he had never left, he was always there, and he just changed a way to accompany them to continue walking.

Her voice paused before continuing: "You did a good job. You are worthy of my father. It's not your fault. You shouldn't punish yourself in this way."

Jiang Yuzhi tightly clenched the wine glass in his hand, his eyes were slightly moist, and he turned his head to prevent her from noticing his strangeness.

He controlled his breathing, his throat choked.

she……

In fact, he understands the truth, but the dead are already dead, leaving the living is the most painful.

He is worthy of her father, but can he be worthy of her.

Suddenly there was a touch of softness on the side of her body, and she was close to him, "Uncle."

Maybe it was because after a few glasses of tequila, he was faintly drunk, he turned his head to look at her, his voice was hoarse and heavy, and he asked a question that was impossible to ask normally, "Would you blame me?"