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

This mysterious man in black is most likely from the Chongxiao family.

The exquisitely blooming black mandala is Xiaoqing.

Showing up blatantly, appearing in surveillance cameras, making special gestures, but being able to do so without ever showing his face.

It shows that this person at least has a strong anti-investigation ability, and is cold and proud, which can be seen from his dress and behavior.

And this extremely obvious signal to the surveillance was like throwing bait at someone, or even a deliberate provocation.

It was as if he knew that Xiao Jingchuan would notice the bouquet of flowers in the cemetery, and would definitely check the surveillance camera to see his "invitation."

Creepy.

In that kidnapping case that year, the two main culprits were dead, and there was no evidence to prove their deaths. Now that they have been found out, it is simply a thorn in the hearts of the Xiao family who have finally changed.

What else is hidden behind this, and what the mysterious man’s purpose is, no one dares to speculate.

But one thing is certain, Xiao Sheng will not let his only son fall into endless pain, self-blame and danger.

"Xiaochuan, no matter who he is, whatever he wants to do, leave it to dad."

"Dad, I—"

Xiao Jingchuan was about to say something hoarsely, but was stopped by Xiao Sheng, who had reddish eyes.

"The case from back then may be reopened, and the police have sent people to track it. Xiaochuan, you are doing well, that is more important than anything else, you know."

"Your mother doesn't know about this video."

In front of his young son who was on the verge of being broken, Xiao Sheng's expression remained calm, but his eyes were full of pain. No matter how well-maintained he was, there were already silver threads on his temples.

This is a father who has lost his beloved daughter for ten years and cannot afford anything more to happen to his son.

Xiao Jingchuan's dry lips lost their color, and they opened and closed stiffly and silently a few times.

The father and son looked at each other speechlessly, but they both understood what the other meant.

It was Xiao Jingchuan who took a step back.

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"Oh, it's so fast... Why do I have the final exam next Thursday? I'm going to die!"

After taking the last physical education class of this semester, we are about to enter final exam week.

Even the upcoming weekend has become less worth looking forward to.

"This damn weather is so cold."

Xiao Jiacheng took off his sportswear and changed back into his own clothes shakily before answering Lin Haojie's words.

"Liao Fan and I won't be going home for the weekend. We are wondering whether you can stay in school or not."

The only real student in dormitory 201 was shocked: "Huh? Are you all working so hard?"

Xiao Jiacheng shrugged with a slumped face: "I can't help it. If I screw it up this time, I will be read out by my mother in front of a room full of relatives when I go back to my hometown during the Chinese New Year."

"Holy crap! I forgot about this!"

Lin Haojie looked to the side: "Brother Chuan, do you want to stay?"

Xiao Jiacheng elbowed him in the stomach and complained: "What's wrong with Jingchuan? If he takes the test with his feet, he can beat you by 200 points."

"I'm not planning on joining Sichuan God's cram school. Otherwise, I'll be reading books for a year and I won't be able to get a few points in the exam!"

Xiao Jiacheng was speechless: "Tell me, you, after all, were admitted to Jingsheng, how did you pull your crotch like this?"

Xiao Jingchuan closed the door of the locker and put on his coat.

"If you don't stay, if you have something to do over the weekend, you can find Liao Fan."

Lin Haojie turned around and pounced on Liao Fan: "Brother Fan, save me! Whether my New Year's money will be rich or not depends on you."

Xiao Jiacheng suggested: "Why don't you ask Chen Mi, Li, Tang Jiao and the others? Why don't we all study together in the classroom on weekends?"

"Tang Jiao is not free either."

Xiao Jingchuan took out his cell phone to reply to the message and said quietly.

Lin Haojie was dissatisfied: "How do you know?"

Liao Fan gave him a look that said, "You can't teach a child."

Xiao Jingchuan twitched his thin lips in a very good mood, rarely answering any questions.

"Because I'm not free."

"I know you're not available. I'm talking about Tang Jiao, how do you know she's not available?"

Xiao Jiacheng shook his head after hearing this.

What kind of brain does this guy have? Sometimes it's weird, sometimes it's like a pig.

What kind of tutoring is there for this IQ? The little pigs raised by the security guards behind the school are smarter than him and know how to feed cabbage.

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The next day, the weekend, the weather was great.

Although the temperature was very low, the weather was extremely sunny.

After Tang Jiao got enough sleep, he got up wearing fluffy pajamas.

Opening the curtains in the room, there is a thin layer of snow on the ground outside the window, and broken snow is draped on the treetops.

Tang Jiao opened the window, and the cold air flowed into his nose along with the pure and fresh air.

She endured the cold and took a few deep breaths, feeling refreshed!

She scratched her hair, which was tangled in sleep, and walked out of the room with brisk steps and bare feet on the carpet.

We had a routine morning meeting with Pudding at the door. She squatted on the ground and touched and kneaded the plush hair that felt so good, she couldn't put it down.

After rubbing it, Princess Pudding let out an impatient "meow", then she let go with a smile, got up and went into the bathroom.

"Oh, why did you sleep last night? The grass grew and flew like this."

Tang Jiao came out with wet hands, running his hair down and whispering to himself.

I raised my face and sprayed skin care lotion on it, patted it, applied lotion and essence, and rubbed it.

Then he went to the mirror and took a closer look.

Yes, Not Bad!

I slept well last night, no dark circles.

"Whoa--"

Pour the pudding bowl full of cat food and replace it with fresh and clean water.

Put on your coat, carry the clothes washed in the washing machine, walk out of the balcony, put them on the clothes hangers one by one, shake them, and hang them on the clothes drying pole.

The clothes swayed in the cold wind.

Tang Jiao raised his head and looked at the two pieces of underwear with a small amount of fabric, thinking for a long time.

Then he propped up the clothes rail and moved the goose-yellow girl's underwear and small strawberry panties to expose them on the back of the coat.

Humming a song, watering the potted flowers on the wooden flower stand.

I took out my mobile phone and took several photos of the magnolia that was blooming the best.

The white and tender petals stretch out, holding the morning dew, and are extremely beautiful.

satisfaction!

Tang Jiao sent out the photo with his fingertips, put the phone back into his pocket, leaned over and inhaled the fragrance of the flowers, and returned to the house with the corners of his lips curled up.

I took out the vacuum cleaner and vacuumed the carpet inside and outside the house. Then I went to the cat climbing frame and vacuumed again.

"Oh, Pudding, you've been so diligent in shedding your hair lately, you can even knit a scarf."

Annoyed by the sound of the vacuum cleaner, Pudding ran to squatting on the sofa early. Hearing this, he turned his head and glanced at her with his proud and beautiful blue eyes.

The fluffy long-haired tail curled up in a circle and patted on the sofa.

Who does this aloof person look like?

Tang Jiao rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Okay, I won't talk about you."

The hour hand turned another two small divisions.

"Well, Mom, I won't go back this weekend. I will take the final exam next week and stay at school to review. After the exam, I will go home. Okay."

Tang Jiao hung up the phone and looked up to see that the time was almost nine o'clock.

She lowered her head to look at the plush pajamas she was wearing, rolled her eyes, and returned to the room.

"Ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang.

A soft response immediately came from the door.

The door to the apartment was ajar, and two little heads poked out of the door.

"You are here~"

"Meow!"