The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

So cute.

Xiao Jingchuan couldn't help but touch this little kiwi version of Tang Zizi with very short hair and wearing military training uniform.

I turned a blind eye to myself in the photo next to me.

Finally, he stuffed the letter neatly into the photo album.

The second peace charm that once made him unhappy is now where it belongs, and it looks very pleasing to the eye.

The two peace charms were neatly hidden together in the little lucky bag sewn by the girl.

At the Xiao family's dining table, there are no ordinary wealthy families with a prosperous population and strict rules.

Today, Xiaosheng and his wife returned home after their busy work, and the family of three sat at the dining table to eat.

Lin Xiaopei was holding the boiled vegetables specially made by the kitchen while holding her cell phone and pressing it repeatedly, taking a bite of the vegetables.

Xiao Jingchuan glanced at his father.

The meaning in his eyes was obvious: Why is your wife so troubled?

Xiao Sheng received his son's speechless look and smiled helplessly:

"Your mother said that at the end of the month, Dongyang's mother and some good sisters invited her to go to a hot spring and she is on a diet to lose weight."

Lin Xiaopei glared at him: "This is not called weight loss, this is called body management."

"Good good."

Xiao Sheng picked up a large piece of beef and put it in her bowl.

"Then eat some beef. It's nutritious and not fat. Isn't this your favorite dish?"

Lin Xiaopei picked it up and was about to put it in her mouth, but suddenly paused and lowered her head to press the phone.

"Let me see how many calories there are in such a large piece of beef."

Chairman Xiao, who was resolute and resolute in the company, was still the doting young man he was 20 years ago in front of his wife.

Xiao Sheng looked at his wife, who had always had a slender figure, and said helplessly:

"Pei Pei, your figure hasn't changed in all these years. Don't worry about it. Just eat. Who was it that made you so hungry that you couldn't sleep in the middle of the night last night?"

Lin Xiaopei then calmed down, picked up the beef and ate it, his face full of nostalgia and arrogance.

"That's right, my figure back then was nothing but an advantage to you."

The woman in her 40s still looked as delicate and flamboyant as when she was young, and she happily began to recall the past.

"Hey, the people chasing me at that time were able to line up from the playground to the gate of Jingsheng. You were lucky enough to pick up the album I dropped and secretly not return it..."

Xiao Sheng smiled lightly and did not deny it. He just took advantage of Lin Xiaopei's willingness to eat and stuffed it into her bowl. He usually looked at his wife with sharp and serious eyes.

Xiao Jingchuan looked at the beef he had eaten under his chopsticks.

He raised his eyelids and said softly:

"How about you two go back to the house to eat together?"

Lin Xiaopei put down her chopsticks without being surprised, the faint smile lines at the corners of her eyes curved up, and she said with a smile:

"You kid, how can you despise your parents for their good relationship? If they don't have a good relationship, how could you give birth to such a beautiful and handsome son like you?"

"Besides, it's your turn, why don't you get tired of it?"

Lin Xiaopei's face was full of ridicule for her own son. She raised her hand with a new manicure, covered her mouth and whispered gossip to Xiao Sheng.

"I've seen it all. Your son fed milk to a little girl in school. It was even more exaggerated than you did back then. The most you dared to do was twist the bottle cap for me."

Xiaoqing's personality is very similar to Lin Xiaopei's, and she enjoys teasing her son who is cold and talkative.

Xiao Jingchuan's mouth twitched: "I heard it."

"Yeah~ I just told you on purpose."

Lin Xiaopei took out a tissue and wiped her mouth gracefully, finally acting more serious.

"How's it going? How's the little girl doing? Is she not frozen?"

Speaking of Tang Ziao, Xiao Jingchuan's face softened instantly: "Much better."

"It's called Tangjiao, right?" Seeing that his wife stopped eating, Xiao Sheng also put down his chopsticks and asked.

"Bring the little girl over to our house for a meal sometime so that we can get to know each other. This will save your mother the trouble of always sneaking to school and almost being chased by Zhang Xiangsheng as a problem person."

Xiao Jingchuan smiled and said nothing.

Lin Xiaopei slapped her husband on the shoulder.

"Oh, why are you telling him this? Besides, Zhang Xiangsheng's hair is white now, but he can't run away from me."

Xiao Jingchuan, who had discovered it a long time ago, quietly watched his mother pretend to be an adult.

After the meal, Lin Xiaopei went for a walk in a good mood with pudding in his arms.

"Come on, Pudding, you kid has become fat because of little Tang Jiao, haven't you? Go and eat with your mother."

Xiao Jingchuan was called to the study by Xiao Sheng.

Xiao Sheng sighed inwardly as he looked at his son, who was almost as tall as him and had a stern face that seemed to have predicted this.

He turned on his computer and simply clicked on a surveillance video.

In the picture, a tall man wearing a black suit appeared at the entrance of Tianshou Cemetery.

He wore a black wide-brimmed gentleman's hat to cover his face, holding a delicate black mandala in one hand and wearing white gloves on his hand.

Xiao Jingchuan was shocked.

He took a step closer, put his palms on the table, and stared at the man in the picture.

"He was captured on three surveillance cameras, but his face was never shown at any one time, and the security guard on duty happened to be away at the time."

"And here."

Xiao Sheng's face was solemn, even a little ugly, and he clicked on another surveillance video in a deep voice.

The picture shows a stone staircase leading to Xiaoqing's cemetery.

A mysterious man in a black suit stands in the center of the viewfinder of the surveillance camera.

He lowered the brim of his hat slightly, like an extremely elegant gentleman with a mysophobia, and raised the black mandala in his hand toward the camera as a gesture.

Then he turned around, stepped on the stone steps with red-soled black leather shoes, and walked slowly towards Xiaoqing's tomb.

The picture disappeared here, and finally stopped at the tall black mysterious figure.

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes were red and angry, his whole body was tense, and the veins in his neck were bulging violently.

I wish I could pull out the person in the camera, grab him by the throat, and ask harshly: Who are you!

Xiao Sheng suppressed the anger and worry that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, pressed his son's shoulders with his thick palms, and said calmly:

"Xiaochuan, dad shows you this because he knows you will never give up."

Xiao Jingchuan's bones were all tense and crackling.

The young man's still green face was now replaced by some explosive emotion, becoming cold and sinister, full of cruelty and defensiveness.

Xiao Sheng, who was already middle-aged, felt sour in his heart. He stroked his son's back, which was already very broad and strong.

"Xiaochuan, listen to dad, don't worry about it, dad will send people to continue investigating. You are good, continue to study, and live the life you should live."

"dad."

Xiao Jingchuan turned his neck lazily and looked at his father tremblingly.

"Who is he greeting?"

"It's me, right."

Xiao Jingchuan's voice was slow and stagnant, like a rusty cassette, with a rough and hoarse tone that cut through his throat.

Xiao Sheng's calm and majestic face was panicked for a moment.

Even a man who has dominated the shopping mall for 30 years and has seen all the storms and events cannot calmly face the terrifying implications of this.

Even though he had already dispatched more than a dozen criminal investigation and criminal psychology experts to analyze the video, they had already obtained almost the same answers.