Back on the fourth floor, I raised my feet and wanted to walk towards the guest room where Shi Shi and I slept, but Lu Xiaohong still held my hand tightly and refused to let go.
I turned around and looked into his eyes full of reluctance, and I couldn't help but feel relaxed.
"Nanny, can you stay with me?" Lu Xiaohong leaned over and whispered in my ear.
The warm breath tickled my earlobes, and my face turned red involuntarily.
"I don't want to be separated from you even for a second." Lu Xiaohong continued, holding my hand with his five fingers and clasping my hand tighter, making my knuckles ache slightly.
I lowered my eyes in a daze, looked at my nose and heart, and turned my toes in a certain direction.
I let Lu Xiaohong lead me into the guest room where he lived.
As soon as we entered the door, Lu Xiaohong hugged me tightly and lowered his head to find my lips.
I don't know how much time passed, but Lu Xiaohong's hot body suddenly became a little stiff. He slowly let go of me, pressed his forehead against mine, and said in a hoarse voice: "Nanny, I'm going to take a bath."
I suddenly realized that Lu Xiaohong suddenly changed his name and called me Nannan. He had always called me Ling'er before.
Somewhat reluctant to let go of him, I stood on tiptoes, wrapped my arms tighter around his neck, and rested my head on his neck. My whole body was almost hanging on him, and I was close to him.
The belt buckle on his waist pinched my waist, making me a little unsteady.
"Why don't you call me Nanny now instead of Ling'er?"
I murmured and tried to reach out to pull his belt buckle, "The head of your belt is so heavy that I can't even stand still."
Before I even got the discount, his hand was grabbed by him, "When I take a shower, I will tell you why I called you nanny when I come out."
Lu Xiaohong said, picked me up and put me gently on the bed. Before I could react, he had already turned around and entered the bathroom.
The speed was as fast as running away.
Soon there was the sound of running water in the bathroom.
I was left behind by him. I was inexplicably confused and felt empty. I stared at the ceiling for a long time, then slowly got up, picked up the remote control on the bedside table, and turned on the TV.
There was a somewhat boring variety show on the TV, with several popular celebrities running around and laughing, and I suddenly discovered that one of the girls looked somewhat similar to Yan Ling.
The same big eyes and pointed chin give people a very delicate look.
I stared at the TV screen, but what I was thinking about was what Yan Ling said to me: "Sister, can you help us check if my father is dead?"
Yan Ling's mother's sudden stern expression flashed again, as well as her suddenly panicked eyes.
Yan Ling's mother doesn't look like a vicious woman. From her concern for Yan Ling and her grateful response to me, it can be seen that the woman has a good heart.
But from the few words she and Yan Ling mentioned about Yan Ling's father, I could almost guess that Yan Ling's father was probably dead. But why did Yan Ling's mother tell Yan Ling that her father was away from home?
Gone to work.
Is it because you are worried about your daughter?
But judging from Yan Ling's mother's attitude, it's not as simple as fearing her daughter.
Moreover, when Yan Ling mentioned her father, she also said the word "hate".
She said her mother hated her father.
And Yan Ling's mother, before Yan Ling came out of the bedroom, she said she wanted us to help. What was it?
I was thinking wildly, and it seemed like I had figured out some clues, but it also seemed like I couldn't figure out any clues at all.
I have been worried about Yan Ling before, and I didn't pay much attention to Yan Ling's mother's face. Maybe if I take a closer look at her face tomorrow, I can see some clues.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped at some point. Lu Xiaohong came out with wet hair, sat next to me, stretched out his hand to pull me into his arms, stroked my hair and asked softly: "Nanny, what are you thinking about?"
Woolen cloth?"
"Xiaohong, do you think Yan Ling's father is dead?" I leaned my head on his shoulder and said.
"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Lu Xiaohong paused his hand and asked me.
"I feel a little strange. Did you just hear that Yan Ling said that her mother hates her father? Her mother seems to know something, but she doesn't want Yan Ling to tell us this." I looked up at Lu Xiaohong and said.
Lu Xiaohong also looked at me, and the water on his hair dripped onto the bed, making a small circle on the white sheets.
"Yeah, your hair is still wet, let me get a hair dryer to dry your hair!" I stood up, turned around and went into the bathroom to get the hair dryer.
He came out, pulled Lu Xiaohong to the head of the bed and sat him down. The length of the hair dryer coil was just right.
Lu Xiaohong sat upright and let me blow his hair with hot air.
"Do you think there is something fishy about Yan Ling's father's death? I think Yan Ling's mother's attitude was a little abnormal when she said those words to me." I moved my hands and expressed the questions in my heart.
"Yan Ling's mother is not a bad person, but there is a human life in her body." Lu Xiaohong said slowly.
My hand stopped and the hair dryer in my hand almost hit Lu Xiaohong on the head.
"Okay, Hu Ling, we are just psychics, not judges. Many things in the world are not black and white."
Lu Xiaohong reached out and pulled my hand down, put the hair dryer on the bedside table, took my hand and said: "Stop thinking about irrelevant things, have a good sleep, tomorrow night will probably be another sleepless night."
It’s night.”
"You mean, even if we know that Yan Ling's mother has killed someone, we shouldn't care about it? But that was a human life, maybe her husband's life!"
I suddenly remembered a matter I dealt with a long time ago. Du Xuan, the mother of Daxi and Xiaoxi, also killed her husband and finally her daughter.
I couldn't help but shudder.
My original good impression of Yan Ling's mother disappeared instantly. If she really killed Yan Ling's father, then she was too good at pretending.
She pretended to be a loving mother in front of her daughter, and she pretended to be grateful in front of me, but she didn't know how to thank her and was terrified.
"Such a terrifying woman, if she is not brought to justice, even Yan Ling might be in danger!"
I glared at Lu Xiaohong, "We are indeed not judges, but how can we allow such people to continue to live freely and harm others?"
"Don't worry, she is not the woman you thought!"
Lu Xiaohong pulled me to sit down next to him, pinched my face and said: "Everything has a cause and effect, don't think about it now, maybe when you know the whole story, you will be the same as me.
What do you think? Didn’t you just promise Yan Ling to check on her father for her tomorrow? "
"Lu Xiaohong, do you know something?" Seeing that he was speaking with certainty, I looked at him and asked. This chapter has been completed!