The Crazy Forensic Doctor Consort

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In the late night of the ancient Yongfu, the cold wind whistling, because of the winter rain before the first two days, so these days and nights, especially cool.

Lying back on the bed, the quilt covers the neck, the ear, listening to the wind blowing outside the window.

He closed his eyes and put his arms on his side, and went to sleep on this quiet and slightly noisy night...

He slept very lightly, and with a little bit of strange voice, he could wake up, but fortunately, there was no big movement tonight, sleep more, and always fell asleep.

The night was very long, and the sense of backtracking began to diverge. When I felt that I was about to fall asleep, my ear, "Dangdang" snorted, and shocked his sleepy sleep.

Looking back at the eyebrows, the next second, the eyes opened.

"Oh..." The sound was so loud that it had not stopped, and the voice was a little bigger than it was.

Sitting up and slamming up, the eyes looked straight at the window and the eyes were deep.

"Oh..." The voice is still going on. This time, it is clear that it is outside the window. Outside the window of the house, there is something knocking on the window.

The brow was crumpled, and the ground was traced back to the bottom of the bed. He touched a dagger and walked behind him. He walked over and stood at the window.

There is no moonlight outside tonight, and it is dark in the surroundings. It can't be seen from the window silhouette. It is judged that there are people outside, there are still mice, and they have to stand in front of the window and meditate.

"Oh..." This time, it was two consecutive.

Looking back and blinking, the hand jerked and pushed the window away.

The whistling winter wind came over, mixed with the cold dew of the night, blowing back to the face, and he stepped back halfway to prevent anyone from attacking outside.

But humming, it seems that there is no assassin outside, even a figure is not there.

Is the wind blowing the window before it makes a noise?

It’s guessing like this, and I’m approaching some more and want to be sure again.

Just one step away, outside the window, a head suddenly popped up from the bottom up.

It was a shock to take a step back and subconsciously.

After seeing who the owner of the head is, the expression of the traceback changed.

The chicks are closed, struggling to climb from the bottom of the window and crawling into the window. The chick’s movements are slow and slow, short and short, as if they are not paying attention, the next second will fall. .

This is not the first time that the chick has climbed the window, but the chick is obviously still unskilled in business, and it is very difficult to climb. In the end, she still stretches her hand and lifts the child's chicken like it to the ground.

Safely returning to the ground, the chick stepped on the ground cautiously, straight, familiar, and walked to the bed.

Going to the rim, the little girl took off her shoes and rolled in roundly.

Looking back at the series of movements of the chick, I only thought of two points in my heart.

First, isn't it good to leave the child for two days?

Second, isn't it good to wake up?

The traceability is very embarrassing. Now, should it be like a weekday, first let this unscrupulous little girl fall asleep? Still carrying people now, throw the little girl back to Mr. Liu.

After all, the two-day deadline has not arrived, and the person has had an agreement with him and cannot be said.

At the time of the entanglement, the little **** the bed had rolled the quilt and gave a uniform breathing sound.

I walked back and pushed my hand.

The little girl didn't wake up and slept very well.

Looking back and picking up the eyebrows, my heart said that today is a sensation, I have to squat in the past, take care of it, otherwise it will be noisy if you are noisy, and you will fall asleep today, it is rare.

Thinking this way, the tolerance is not so eager to send people away, but also go to bed, as usual, sleep outside.

The chick slept very sweetly, and she kept her head with one hand and looked at the little girl's sleeping face sideways. Thinking about it, she held the little hand hidden in the quilt and explored the chick's veins and touched it. .

The pulse is stable, not like a disease.

Could it be that it is really good?

The traceability is not a doctor, but in the end it is a martial arts person, barely through the pharmacology, but also the general pulse can be deep, but also can not detect.

As it stands now, the chick is not a big problem.

I don't know, Mr. Liu, it really has some skill.

At the same time, Mr. Liu, who had a bit of skill, was nesting in someone’s warm embrace and slept tiredly.

Bairi Liuwei high-intensity acupuncture for several hours, Rong Ling is also busy in Tuen Mun for a day, plus the body is injured, both of them are tired.

But the movement of the chick woke up, still awakened the two.

Liu Wei supported his chin and looked out the window in a confused way, glaring at the temple: "The chick is going to your brother's room."

"Yeah." Rong Ling responded and turned over.

Liu Wei said: "I didn't expect it, so I woke up so quickly. It seems that although the chick is not clear-minded, the subconscious has recovered. I go to sleep every night to find your brother. I haven't forgotten it, or not, simply Let the chick pass to your brother."

Rong Ling opened his throat and squinted his eyes.

Liu Wei was not happy, kicked him in the quilt: "No, the chick is so well-behaved, I am willing to give it."

Rong Li spit a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at Liu Wei. He said nothing, but his brows were very tight, as if to say that you are to give away, you are not sent, you are in the middle of the night...you Just happy.

Liu Wei looked at Rong Jun's beautiful but not stiff face, then, then came up, kissed his lips, leaned his head on the man's shoulder, half squinted, whispered: "Wake up." ""

Rong Ling glared at her, silently comforting.

Liu Weirong here, still because the chick can not rely on the wisdom, relying on the subconscious mind to pass this pass and comfort, the next room, the backtrack has been watching his quilt slowly rolled away, the last one is not corner Covered with aside.

He sighed and got up, went to the cupboard, and took out the little quilt of the chick.

Shaking the quilt, he wants to open the big quilt on the chick and put the little quilt on the little girl, but the little girl seems to feel the warmth being plundered, and he is very arrogant and quickly turns himself into a spring roll, a solid sum If the quilt is combined into one, it is not to let go.

After trying several times, I didn't take the quilt back.

Finally, in the eyes of this, it is estimated that after dawn, I will go back to the bed with silence, and humiliate the cover of the bed.

The quilt is matched according to the child's body shape, with a cover and a knee down, all exposed.

He looked at the cockroaches on the top of the bed, and spit a long sigh. He only felt his head, some pain, stomach, and some pain.

This night, I couldn't sleep well.

He almost squinted to the dawn, and it was not a problem. Before dawn, the little girl who slept in the bed, climbed up, closed his eyes, and staggered to the door.

The little girl opened the door and walked out, and then stood still.

Looking back, I went out and couldn’t understand it. 2k novel reading network