Chapter 369 Married Life with Little Stutterer (28)

Wu Neng could only take out his ancestral notebook and clumsily draw a talisman in the house, hoping that it would have some effect on keeping the family warm.

On the way back, the fruit shop was not closed yet, so Bai Yao stopped the car and bought some strawberries that were not as fresh as in the morning. She crushed a strawberry and fed Fang Xiaobao some strawberry paste, and he continued to sleep in the crib contentedly. Fang Chi squatted on

a chair, holding a small box, lowered his head, and put the bright red strawberries into his mouth one by one.

There was only one small light on in the living room, and the light was a little dim. He was hunched in the dark, and his long hair was scattered. This look would make people think that he had seen a ghost.

Bai Yao walked out of the bedroom, but couldn't wait to hug him from the side.

Fang Chi put down the strawberry, adjusted his sitting posture, and pulled Bai Yao into his arms to sit. He bent down and kissed her lips sweetly with the scent of strawberries. Of course, it was not enough to just stay on the lips. Bai Yao opened her lips, and

he immediately fed her too much warmth with the sweetness of strawberries. Bai Yao's hand slipped into his clothes, and he hummed comfortably, as if he was reluctant to end the kiss, and let her continue.

Bai Yao laughed softly, and she said vaguely: "I just ordered a cake, I will eat it with you tomorrow."

Fang Chi's eyes sparkled, "Great!"

She laughed even more happily, and said softly: "Fang Dabao, I want it."

Fang Chi's dark eyes were widened with excitement, and he didn't even care about his favorite strawberries. He carried her into the second bedroom.

The soundproofing effect of this room is very good, and it will definitely not affect Fang Xiaobao's sleep.

Bai Yao also admired herself. It was almost midnight, and she was still so interested in pulling him to fool around. Of course, her interest in this kind of thing was inseparable from Fang Chi's many ways of serving people.

After several twists and turns, Fang Chi helped Bai Yao take a bath, sent her to the bedroom to lie down, covered her with a blanket, and then ran out to clean himself up.

Bai Yao also took this opportunity to take out the file bag in her bag. When

she took out the information inside and took a look at it for the first time, Bai Yao knew that these were things that should not be seen in public. Chang Ming was able to put these things in a bag, which showed that she spent a lot of time. As for whether she left the things intentionally or unintentionally, no one knew.

In 1930, Fang's house was built.

Before 1930, the Fang family was not a wealthy family, and their residence was just an ordinary house. However, after the construction of the luxurious Fang Mansion, the Fang family was successful in everything they did. In a short period of time, the Fang family became a well-known wealthy family in the local area.

It may sound funny, but the success of the Fang family was based on the construction of the Fang Family Mansion. It is hard not to wonder if there is something wrong with this house.

There was a piece of architectural drawing in the file. Bai Yao was not a professional. She flipped through the drawings page by page and could not see any problem until she turned to the last page.

A pit was drawn in the center of the drawing, surrounded by wooden stakes. Next to the pit was a line of words: Offering a living stake here will gain the blessing of God.

Human sacrifices were buried in the foundation to pray for the smooth progress of the project. The dead could not leave and would become the patron saint of the building, protecting the people living here with good fortune.

This is the saying of "building a living pile" that has been circulated in the feudal dregs.

Bai Yao wiped his eyes and continued to turn the pages of information.

After the Fang family became wealthy, their ambitions became greater. They invested in the establishment of Lingshui Middle School. Those who graduated from Lingshui Middle School would be successful. Gradually, the more famous the school became in the local area, the more transcendent the status of the Fang family became.

However, everything has a price. The mysterious power of this school certainly did not come for no reason.

According to records, before Lingshui Middle School was established, this was a private school with only a few teachers and not many students. The Fang family took a fancy to this piece of land, but the people here did not intend to sell it. One day, all the people in the private school suddenly

disappeared. The Fang family said that they gave a huge sum of money, so everyone in the private school moved out overnight.

Naturally, some people raised doubts, but not long after, these doubters also "moved out overnight".

If the Fang family mansion made the Fang family rich because of the piles buried when the mansion was built, then Lingshui Middle School can make the students inside become celebrities, so what is buried underground in this middle school?

In fact, in Bai Yao's heart, everything has already had an answer.

The dark little house in the Fang family mansion, with a small bed, a chain, and a tiny hole.

When I first met Fang Chi, he couldn't speak, and most of the time he could only squat or crawl. When he got food, he would just shrink in the corner and gnaw on it out of habit, and even the movement of standing up was unfamiliar.

It's not that he can't speak, it's just that no one has taught him to speak.

It's not that he can't eat, it's just that he has never eaten normally.

It's not that he can't walk, it's just that the chain has tied him up for too long, and he has never learned how to act as a normal person.

A photo fell out of the file.

Bai Yao picked up the photo and saw a figure with disheveled hair in the corner at a glance.

This photo was taken at the gate of the Fang family mansion. There were many people gathered here and the scene was very lively. The shadow behind the door was not eye-catching, but he really existed.

Not long after, people in the Fang family began to die.

Perhaps it was because of this photo that the Fang family realized where the problem was. They had to move away, but they could not escape retribution.

In the bathroom, Fang Chi washed himself with milk-scented shower gel and

smelled good. He knew that this was the smell that Bai Yao liked. After getting himself ready, he couldn't wait to open the door in his pajamas to see Bai Yao, but he touched his still wet long hair and turned back to get a dry towel.

He would not get sick, but his Yaoyao would.

A hand got the towel before him, and someone behind him lifted up his long hair and wiped his black hair with a soft towel.

Fang Chi saw the person behind him through the mirror, and his eyes were filled with joy, "Yaoyao... I can do it myself, you go... go to sleep."

Bai Yao said: "I can help you finish it faster."

Fang Chi: "But you have to go to work tomorrow."

Bai Yao said righteously, "How can going to work be more important than going to bed with you?"

Fang Chi lowered his head, grabbed the corner of his clothes with both hands, and shyly did not answer.

Bai Yao hugged him from behind and did not move for a long time.

Fang Chi felt the clothes behind him were dampened by the warmth, and he said in panic: "Yaoyao?"

Bai Yao smiled, "I'm fine, just let me hug you."

Fang Chi heard her voice trembling, he turned around in panic, held her face, his dark eyes filled with panic, "Yaoyao... don't cry."

He thought he had done something wrong, and said anxiously in an awkward voice: "I will be obedient... I won't make you angry... Don't cry... Yaoyao is unhappy... You can hit me..."

Bai Yao stood on tiptoe and hugged his neck, and threw her whole body into his arms. The milky breath showed the reality of his existence here, which was a little reassuring.

Fang Chi realized that something was wrong with Bai Yao's mood. He leaned over, picked her up and hung her on his body, gently stroking the back of her hair and kissing the top of her head. He kept calling her name, "Yaoyaoyaoyao... Yaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyao..."

He was not good at speaking and could not say nice words to comfort people. He could only tell her in this way that he was here.

The bathroom was still filled with lingering mist, and in a trance it seemed to blur the boundary between reality and illusion.