Chapter 52 I will watch over you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
[Alternative title for this chapter: The Self-Cultivation of the Dark Male Ghost 1]
When Jiang Wanrou and Qin Chengzhi saw this name, their expressions simultaneously became subtle.
Ji Shenhuai continued sipping his mother's specially made healthy milk tea, casting a curious glance at her.
"Excuse me! I need to take this call!" Wen Yanyu panicked, strode forward, picked up her phone, and headed for the restroom.
The toilet door was closed.
Wen Yanyu answered the phone, and a cold male voice immediately rang out, "Wen Yanyu, why aren't you home?"
"..." Wen Yanyu slapped his forehead and hurriedly replied, "I'm sorry, Aunt Jiang invited me to dinner today and asked me to stay here for the day. I forgot to tell you."
My heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Wen Yanyu gripped her phone tightly, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes. "How did you know I wasn't home?"
…………
The other end fell silent, a rare occurrence.
A knock came at the door.
"Because I knocked on your door for ages."
One sentence was spoken with such force that you could feel the speechlessness on the other end of the screen.
Considering that Fu Hanchuan is usually so busy that he hardly has any time to rest, he probably took the time to contact him because he had something to do.
Wen Yanyu immediately lowered her head, looking dejected: "I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you beforehand. Didn't you say you'd come to see me in half a month? I hadn't left Xinghai yet, I thought..."
"sorry……"
"You called me because you need something, right? Is it too late for me to go back now...?"
Wen Yanyu gripped her phone tightly, cautiously probing.
After a period of silence.
Is that Jiang Wanrou?
Wen Yanyu was slightly taken aback: "Yes, it's Aunt Jiang."
A sigh sounded, "No need, it's nothing important. You can play there, but be careful and don't wander off."
"Okay," Wen Yanyu quickly agreed.
The call ended.
Fu Hanchuan lowered his hand from the bedroom doorknob, glanced indifferently at the empty bedroom, and was about to turn and leave.
His steps suddenly stopped.
She changed direction from where she was originally going to leave, walked towards the bedside table in the bedroom, and gently pulled it open.
A pile of medicines, half-eaten and still in use, came into view.
Without any apparent surprise, Fu Hanchuan lowered his head and took photos one by one.
Fu Hanchuan stood up, looked around the bedroom, and took out several small black balls, each about half the size of a fingernail, from his pocket.
With practiced ease, I went around to the bedroom balcony, took out the fixing pin, and "planted" a small black ball on the branch of the green plant.
A dozen minutes later, after circling the room and filling each room with thirteen black balls, Fu Hanchuan's expression eased slightly.
He turned around, opened the wardrobe, and after thinking for a few seconds, pulled out five pieces he often wore.
After a while, Fu Hanchuan looked down at the five overlapping flashing red dots on his phone screen, and his previously anxious expression completely calmed down.
Restore the room and door to their original state.
Fu Hanchuan turned and left.
The night was as dark as ink, and a torrential downpour continued outside the window.
The air conditioning in the room was at the perfect temperature, and the nightlight emitted a gentle glow. Wen Yanyu snuggled into the plush quilt.
Jiang Wanrou pulled out a cardboard box from under the bed and, under Wen Yanyu's slightly surprised gaze, arranged a circle of plush toys around the bed.
Big ones, small ones, rabbits, dogs, wolves, bears, all sorts of plush toys, made up a wall-shaped plush enclosure.
"These are little knights that Auntie specially invited to protect the baby. With them around, the baby won't be afraid to sleep at night."
Jiang Wanrou sat on the edge of the bed with a smile and patiently told him a little story.
Wen Yanyu closed his eyes and, with the woman's gentle coaxing, drifted off to sleep peacefully for the first time.
In another room, Qin Chengzhi sat at his desk, flipping through old files, his face growing increasingly somber with each turn.
Ji Shenhuai sat on the other side of the table, holding a cup of hot tea, occasionally answering his father's questions.
The study door was pushed open from the outside.
Jiang Wanrou, who had just put someone to sleep, quietly walked in carrying a plate of washed fruit.
Hearing the noise, Qin Chengzhi looked up. "Are you asleep?"
Jiang Wanrou nodded.
Ji Shenhuai finished speaking, "Based on my visual estimation at the time, the abdominal scar was at least five years ago, it couldn't be recent."
"Moreover," Ji Shenhuai picked up half a peach from the plate and then picked up a small knife.
The two of them looked at Ji Shenhuai at the same time.
The knife gently pierced the shallow layer of the peach, gradually going deeper until it completely penetrated the peach, leaving a distorted mark.
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