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Wang Jing was very paranoid and shook her head, "No, it will happen."
He has had two special abilities since he was a child. One is the ability to predict. Everything he dreams about will actually happen, but it will only happen sooner or later.
If it¡¯s early, it will happen the next day, if it¡¯s later, it might happen, maybe a month later, or maybe a few years later.
And the other one is to judge whether the people around him are good or bad to him.
He is extremely sensitive in this aspect. Whenever others have the slightest malice towards him, he will notice it. But when he opened his eyes from the coffin and saw her for the first time, he felt very kind in his heart.
Qiao Yanran followed his words and said seriously: "Then, sister will protect you and will not let them hurt you."
"Um."
Wang Jing nodded vigorously.
Qiao Yanran poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him, "Drink some water and go to sleep."
Wang Jing took the water cup and drank it slowly bit by bit. After a while, he put the cup on the bedside table, raised his face, and said in a soft voice with a coquettish tone, "Sister, Jing'er can't sleep. Sister, sleep with Jing'er, okay"
Qiao Yanran looked at his handsome face still stained with tears, could she refuse?
I simply can¡¯t refuse.
It¡¯s so soft and cute, it¡¯s so cute that it makes you bleed.
Qiao Yanran pinched his soft little face and agreed decisively.
She opened the quilt, put her arms around his head, hugged his limp body, and fell asleep without realizing it.
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A few days passed in the blink of an eye.
Wang Xiaofeng¡¯s father recently came out of the hospital with help from that expert, and he looks pretty good.
They are all from the same village, and we see each other when we look down.
Qiao Yanran has really seen this family a lot these days, and sometimes she can meet several times a day.
When Wang Yao saw Qiao Yanran, he would make some sarcastic remarks, mocking her as a liar, but she was considered a civilized person and couldn't say anything unpleasant.
"You can only use the words "swindler" and "liar" interchangeably.
Listening to her sarcasm, Qiao Yanran didn't even bother to look at her. She just felt ridiculous in her heart - the Yin energy lingering in Wang Yao's mansion was still a dark mass.
There is no trace of dissipation at all.
If you stay in such an environment for a long time, poor financial luck will be a trivial matter, and you will often have physical problems.
"However, Wang Yao's father was able to survive this disaster safely, which showed that there was help from experts behind him, so she didn't need to worry about it. Qiao Yanran also put the matter behind her in the blink of an eye.
Night.
As soon as Qiao Yanran lay down, she heard the sound of the door being opened outside the house, and then someone climbed over the wall into the yard and came directly to her house.
Qiao Yanran on the bed curled her lips coldly when she heard the sound.
In the village, there are always some dirty old bachelors who take advantage of the silence of the night to climb over the wall into other people's homes and do some obscene things.
Afterwards, pat your butt and leave.
He just bullied other girls and didn¡¯t dare to report the matter to the police.
Qiao Yanran usually hates these things the most. When she met today, she would definitely deal with the other party. It made him scared and there would never be a next time.
The door to the room was violently kicked open.
The commotion just now was a bit loud, so the middle-aged man simply didn¡¯t want to avoid it, and just walked in without hesitation, groping in the dark.
In the past two days, he heard that Wang Banxian of Murakami was not at home, and that he was the only daughter at home, so he felt something in his heart.
This village is only about the size of a palm. If something happens in someone's house, it won't take the next day for everyone to know about it.
Not to mention that several days have passed.
This middle-aged man is in his forties this year, which is when he is strong, but his family is extremely poor. There are more men than women in the village, and he can't find a wife.
In the early years, he spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy a wife from a few provinces, and lived a good life for a few days, but it was a pity that the good times did not last long.
My wife ran away.
Later, he was depressed about this for a period of time, and he began to find those in the village who worked outside all year round and whose wives stayed alone at home, and secretly broke into their doors in the middle of the night.
Of course, these things could not be hidden from the villagers, but after a while, they spread among the villagers.
et al.It's too late.
"But from Qiao Yanran's point of view, it is understandable. With every murder in his hands, the path to immortality becomes more dangerous.
At this kind of joint point, it is easier to be backlashed.
" Having overcome the love tribulation is nothing more than becoming a fairy. If you want to continue to climb up, there will be other tribulations and tests.
Qiao Yanran didn¡¯t expect that the matter would develop to this point, but now, it doesn¡¯t make much sense to think about it anymore.
¡¾He can die, but not now. ¡¿
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The story of Qiao Yanran bringing Wang Jing home somehow spread throughout the village.
In the evening, a group of middle-aged women in the village were fanning themselves and discussing: "Do you know?
I heard that Wang Banxian¡¯s daughter brought home a shabby man? I heard that the two of them were lying on the same bed! "
"Isn't it true? At such a young age, you already know how to hang out with men. When you grow up, it will be even worse!"
"Who would dare to marry a woman like this in the future?"
It¡¯s not surprising that this incident has spread.
Since what happened last time, Qiao Yanran no longer dares to leave Wang Jing at home alone, and has to take him with her wherever she goes. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com