Dangerous girls put me in danger

It was the fact that his father was hugging him that shocked him... But this was just an extremely special case! And to be honest, his father was a scumbag among men! Jun Cheng, if you dare to follow your father's example, , I will definitely castrate you for Sister Ziai!

I originally wanted to ask him what he meant, but then the cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Sister Xinran calling.

I had no choice but to leave and go to the corridor to answer the phone.

As soon as I pressed the answer button, I heard Sister Xinran shouting anxiously.

"Ke Ling? Why are you picking up the phone now?

"Well, it's not like that.

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"...Do you know how worried I am about you! I thought something happened to you!"

"Hey? What's wrong? Is there something urgent?

"Well, Ke Ling, you have been more careful recently. Try to move in crowded places. Don't go to uninhabited places, and don't go out alone. It's best to stay at a friend's house for a few days. If that doesn't work, just fly to us, but you have to Secret-point..

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, what's going on? Sister Xinran?'

"Being targeted? By whom?

"I don't know, I don't know who is targeting us. But it's true. They hired someone to kidnap mom a few days ago. Fortunately, dad found out and stopped him in time, but he also suffered some injuries. I think There's a good chance they'll find you too."

"ha?

"It may have something to do with Sister Ziai... - I don't know the details, and it's still under investigation. In short, you should not act alone recently, got it? J

That's it...that person is targeting me today!

What is the reason for going to such an extent? Zi Ai. - What on earth happened...

"Well, no problem. I'm also having a Christmas party at a friend's house, and I'll be staying here soon."

"Can you trust this friend of yours?"

"No problem, it's An Juncheng, that An Juncheng.

...An Juncheng?"

"Well, he's Sister Zi'ai's boyfriend. Sister Xinran, you know, right? Didn't we study the name that Sister Zi'ai mentioned when she was talking in her sleep for a while? It turns out that there are no names in the eight high schools nearby. There is no such person. I thought Sister Zi Ai was being treated by men in society.

."...You mean that 'An Juncheng' appeared in this-.-.your place?"

"Yes...ah, I know what Sister Xinran is worried about. It's not fake. I've confirmed it. He knows a lot of things that only our sisters know. If Sister Ziai hadn't told him, I wouldn't have thought he was How did you get this news?”

"Anjun_..I understand. I will return to China next week and I will let you know when I arrive. J

"Hey? Sister Xinran?

Hang up.

Hey. What's going on?

Sister Xinran is going back to China?

Is it for Jun Cheng?

Has she met Jun Cheng before?

..What’s going on?

What is the love?

Forget it, let’s wait until Sister Xinran arrives.

No. ①⑦. Chapter 7 [Lan Hua] One of them

Tonight is Christmas Eve, I turned down all my reservations and insisted on going home.

No matter what, I still have to go home to see my aunt today, and it is for this reason that I rushed back in time.

I said to the agent as the car drove past the newsstand.

“Park the car, just come here.

The agent parked the car on the side of the road. I looked around and looked out the car window. I didn't rush to open the car door and get out but continued to stay seated.

The agent is no longer the dull idiot he was before. He has learned more or less how to observe words and emotions after following me for a year, and he knows why I am still in the car at this time.

So he just pretended that nothing happened and asked me.

"Is it okay? Will you be watched by others... As expected, I should call two bodyguards to protect you personally.

"That way it's more eye-catching, and it's not that exaggerated. It's only been a year since I debuted, and I still won't be recognized by people everywhere.'

'I really don't think of a young female singer who has achieved such an achievement in just one year. - What's left now is a very large performance for you to appear in front of a national audience, and then a world tour, and people all over the world will remember you. .

"Then I would lose my freedom."

Hearing my completely indifferent tone, the agent just sighed and said with a pity tone.

.....I don't know how many people want to be like you, and countless people have spent their entire lives unable to achieve it...but you don't seem to take it seriously at all.

“I thought you were going to say it was just luck.

"If I said that, you would definitely say that luck is also a part of strength, right?"

"It's been so long and I'm still not used to it... Well, it's almost time, I got off the car.

"Is it okay? I heard that someone has already found out the location of your hometown.

"Oh, those paparazzi's tracking skills are not as good as mine. So, just don't drive away after I get off the car. Wait for an hour before driving away. Then the people following us will think that I'm going to You went to pick me up somewhere else."

"Okay, then please be sure...

"Huh, I understand, no need to be whimpering.

I waved my hand impatiently, opened the door and got out of the car.

I walked forward and entered the small... There were two people following me. It was really troublesome. Are they paparazzi or stalkers?

Forget it, it doesn't matter, just get rid of them.

I just wandered around and easily got rid of the people following me by relying on the shadow of the building. Those idiots must have thought that this was where I lived... I really knew that I was home. In fact, my home was the neighborhood next door after I got through the railing. I opened the door of the third unit of Building 2. The electronic lock of this old 8th floor building had been broken for a long time. It was just a decoration.

It seems that I haven't been back for a while. I haven't been back home since I came back. How is that person now?

I walked to the top floor, took out the key and opened the door. There was no light in the room. After taking off my shoes, I turned on the light and said.

"Aunt? Are you there? I'm back."

"Hua, come back... Huhu, I'm waiting for you."

"Huh? Aunt, you know I'm coming back?'

I remember I didn't tell you...

"Haha, I guessed it. I always felt that you might come back today."

Since you're here, why don't you turn on the lights?

Aunt exudes a weird atmosphere around her. Although her expression is very plain, her tone and attitude are no different from before, but I always feel that it seems a little strange.

Where... is it not right....

She is waiting for me?

Specially waiting for me to come back?

Does she have anything to say to me?

"It's hard to run around outside, right? I watched TV. Hua, you've really become a big shot now."

"This is nothing, couple. Didn't I send you money? Why don't you buy a better house?

"When people get old, they just like to stay here... I can't bear to leave here.

"...After all, this is my hometown. "

When my aunt and my father were still students, they lived here. Later, my father got married and moved out, but my aunt did not leave and continued to live here.

Until after the earthquake, my parents died to protect me, and then my aunt was responsible for adopting me.....

But I hate this person.

I hate her very much.

Because she is a very bad, very bad woman.

She can't distinguish the boundary between philanthropy and promiscuity, and I don't know how many men she has slept with. A

..No, in fact, these are not important. If my aunt is really the kind of promiscuous woman who changes men like clothes, it's fine.

But she is not really enjoying it, she is just paralyzing herself.

That's right--. What I hate most is... her self-destructive attitude.

Looking at my aunt's nostalgic eyes, I bit my lower lip and couldn't help but say.

"Aunt...you still can't forget your father?

.....When did you know.

Not as surprised as I imagined, the tone is still very indifferent, as if she knew that I already knew about that thing.

"The diary was only opened once. On the anniversary of your parents' death in high school, you got drunk and told me where you hid the diary."

"Yes, it was that time. I was wondering why there were signs of it being turned over and the placement was different. Although I tried my best to restore it, it was still different from the original location.

I've already noticed it.....

"Don't think that you're the only one with that kind of observation, Hua."

She even knows this...

About my "talent".

I don't know when it started, but I found that I could notice some tiny details.

I didn't deliberately observe anyone, but I could find things that ordinary people couldn't notice, such as expressions, movements, eyes, speaking speed, volume, frequency, etc., but these were redundant information for me. My concentration value is very limited, and these useless information put a great burden on me.

So my attention is scattered, not that I didn't listen to the class seriously, but there are always other things I care about.

For example, the faint kiss mark on the neck of a male teacher, the nicotine smell on a classmate, and the way a female teacher walks with a shifted center of gravity...

When seeing these things, no matter who you are, you will naturally think about what happened, right?

This is uncontrollable' Curiosity, one of the most primitive desires of human beings, is the desire for knowledge.

So it is natural that my grades are not good... well, and there is no motivation to continue. There is no need to go to school in the first place, but my aunt wants me to continue to go to school.

Later, in my second year of high school, I met Miss He, a psychiatrist, by chance and learned some psychology knowledge from her.

The information that I thought was useless and occupied my concentration value became useful through the knowledge of psychology.

I began to be able to see through people's hearts.

Whether they are telling the truth or telling lies, whether they have any intentions, and what kind of feelings they have, they can all be judged by details.

Combined with the conversation, I can even see through the other person's thoughts.

This is somewhat useful---After that, I met another person who influenced my life, the strange woman who came to ask me to be a singer ten times.

The scene when she came to persuade me is still vivid in my mind.

-Your ability is excellent! You can become a singer! You can beat... no, shake the hearts of people all over the world.

Then I said mockingly,' Although I do have some knowledge of psychology, I cannot believe that I can become a

To put it bluntly, I am the only one singing. Even if I can see through the heart of heaven, I cannot control people's hearts. One-way output cannot make everyone see me. I can't observe hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people at the same time. The information is too huge. 1-No! You can! Your voice has that kind of power! Because you also have a natural good noise... The song can create an atmosphere, affect the atmosphere, and make people laugh. ....-. You, a singer who can control people's hearts, everyone will be crazy about you!

I really couldn't resist, so I followed her with a perfunctory idea. I never thought it would become like this now.

And now my aunt actually told me that she also has similar talents?

I trembled uncontrollably.

Thinking of the taboos I saw in the diary, my body slowly became cold.

Aunt.--She fell in love with Dad.