If she wanted to touch it, she would actually reach out and touch it.
When Song Ci discovered it, Han Jun's hand had already been placed on someone else's left eye.
Song Ci was surprised. This...
The little boy looked up and stared at the soft and tender child, a hint of displeasure flashing in his light eyes. Only then did Han Jun see that there was a small black mole in the boy's left eye.
The little boy said, "You are so young, please respect yourself."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: "..."
This pretentious tone makes him sound more like a little adult than Han Jun.
Song Ci quickly said to Han Jun: "Junjun, quickly apologize to the little brother."
Han Jun stared at the other person's face and apologized obediently, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have imitated you."
Little boy: “…”
He was silent for a moment, suspiciously, before saying, "It's okay."
Song Ci took a tissue to wipe Han Jun's hands, then carried her away.
As soon as they came out of the bathroom, Song Ci's expression turned serious. She sternly taught Han Jun: "Junjun, don't touch others casually in the future. It's very rude of you to do that."
Han Jun hummed sullenly.
She rested her head on Song Ci's shoulder and suddenly whispered, "Mom, he's handsome, I like him."
Song Ci was stunned for a moment.
Han Jun has never praised anyone for being pretty, nor has he ever said "I like" a toy.
Song Ci looked back towards the toilet and saw two middle-aged men in white Tang suits walk into the toilet. After a while, the two men followed the little boy out.
Song Ci retracted her gaze and said to Han Jun, "Even if you like it, you can't touch it casually."
Han Jun didn't say anything, just leaned on Song Ci's shoulder, staring at the boy's back with his big eyes. The boy noticed the gaze from behind, he paused, turned around, and looked at Han Jun on Song Ci's shoulder, then frowned, looking a little distressed.
"Young Master," the man next to the boy said, bending over. "Young Master, your father is about to start a ritual and wants you to hurry over."
The boy rubbed his throbbing left eye, then glanced up at the thin black mist covering the ceiling. He pursed his lips and said as he walked, "Evacuate everyone as soon as possible. The vengeful spirits here have evolved into earthbound spirits, and there's a chance they'll cause trouble."
The young master is a rare genius in the Xu family in hundreds of years. At such a young age, he is already the designated heir of the Xu family and the new hope of the entire metaphysical world. At such a young age, he can imprison evil spirits in his left eye. When he grows up, he will have a bright future!
Of course, the young master's words can be trusted.
When Song Ci carried Han Jun back to the restaurant, she heard a female voice on the radio urging all customers to leave as soon as possible over and over again.
Song Ci hid the child's face in her arms, and left with Yan Qingxiu holding the child.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when the car drove out of the underground garage, Song Ci felt that the sky outside the window seemed to become dark, as if it was going to rain.
Yan Qingxiu noticed Song Ci's uneasiness and told her, "When the resentment of the vengeful spirits accumulates to a certain level, it can change the surrounding magnetic field and affect the weather nearby. It seems that the two vengeful spirits in the building are not easy to deal with."
Before her rebirth, Song Ci naturally did not believe in gods, ghosts, Buddhas, or demons. After her rebirth, she began to doubt this world.
Even though you think that ghosts and gods are too mysterious, you cannot deny their existence outright.
Knowing that Yan Jiang had been busy these days and might not have had time to eat a full meal, Song Ci said to Yan Qingxiu, "Mr. Yan, please send Miaomiao and Junjun home. I need to go to Yan Jiang's place."
"OK."
Song Ci got out of the car and went to a restaurant to pack some food. Then she took the food to the Public Security Bureau to meet Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang slept in the office last night. When Song Ci saw him, his white coat was wrinkled and his platinum hair was shiny and greasy.
Seeing Song Ci bringing food to see her, Yan Jiang was moved to tears. "You are indeed my best sister." Yan Jiang opened the takeaway box and began to devour it.
Song Ci stared at the closed door across the corridor and asked him, "Is that a room specifically used to store corpses?"
"Well, stay away from there. It has a strong yin energy."
Hearing this, Song Ci admired Yan Jiang a little. She asked Yan Jiang: "How did you think of becoming a forensic doctor?" When they met again that year, Song Ci felt very incredible when she learned that Yan Jiang went to study forensic medicine.
How come that timid kid chose a career that involves dealing with the dead?
Yan Jiang said, "I'm timid and I want to challenge myself." As he searched for his toothbrush, he said, "I'm actually quite stubborn. The more I fear something, the more I want to face it."
But he had been dealing with the dead for so long that the image of his grandmother when she died could never disappear from his mind.
Song Ci was deeply moved after hearing this, "You have always been brave in my eyes. Just because you dare to pursue Song Fei, I admire you."
"Hahaha! Don't let your sister hear this."
Song Ci stared at Yan Jiang's computer, looking at the incomprehensible data symbols, and asked with concern: "How is the progress? Has the DNA test been completed?"
"The results will be out tomorrow."
"I said, you went to fight with Gu Qinchuan, was it just to steal his hair?" Song Ci saw the news about Yan Jiang and Gu Qinchuan fighting on Weibo today, and guessed that Yan Jiang's real purpose was not to fight, but to take Gu Qinchuan's hair.
"The one who understands me is Song Dynasty porcelain."
Yan Jiang pulled a stool and sat down next to Song Ci. He put his hands on the table, his head resting on the back of his hands, and looked at Song Ci lazily. He said, "Gu Qinchuan has committed more than just this one crime. I was thinking, if I can produce concrete evidence to prove that he is indeed a wolf in sheep's clothing, then those who have been hurt by him and are afraid of his power may also stand up and appeal for justice."
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