The eyes were dim. After Baoqi's heart was thrust and pain, he raised his head and pressed his temple. He couldn't stand it and rubbed it hard again. He shook his head again. He finally suppressed his troubled heartbeat and forced a smile, but his eyebrows were unable to open again.

"I thought...he's still there."

"Girl..." Fang Weijiu leaned closer to her face, her thin lips were only about half a centimeter away from her face, and her breathing was audible. "Don't talk about a dead person anymore. Master Jiu, I am alive in front of you, why can't I look at me more?"

"Tsk!" Baoqi reached out and pushed him, "Okay, I won't be poor with you anymore, I have to go home."

Unexpectedly, she pushed her away, Fang Weijiu frowned and stood up straight, "Yes, I'll give you it."

"No need, my car is parked there." Baoqi pointed to the car in the alley, which was only ten meters away from it. She put away her stunned and disappointed, and her face calmed down abnormally.

"You are not in good condition, you are not safe alone."

Her nerves tense again, Baoqi's face was cold, "It's really no need!" After saying that, she didn't bother to look at Fang Weijiu's expression anymore. She knew that her face was definitely ugly, so she lowered her head and opened the car door and jumped down.

"Baoqi--!" Standing on the car window, Fang Weijiu called her.

Baoqi turned her head, her eyes full of questions.

With a slight flash of eyes, Fang Weijiu pinched his nose with a smile, suggesting to her, "There is something I want to ask you. You tell me, I really never doubted it. Why can Leng Xiao control your whereabouts every time?"

He felt a stern in his heart, Baoqi looked at him, "What do you mean?"

He let out a sigh, Fang Weijiu seemed to be smiling, "Jiu is just thinking about you, feeling that there is no one else, and you are still being kept in the dark and unkind. Girl, touch the ring on your neck, where he put it into the most exquisite positioning tracking and eavesdropping system..."

His mind buzzed for a moment, and Baoqi looked at him.

This matter was actually not too surprising to her. She had many speculations and doubts before, but he did not admit it, and she didn't think too much. She raised her fingers and Baoqi slowly found the ring tied with a red rope hanging around her neck. After a while, a layer of wetness appeared in her eyes.

"How did you know?"

"This is the ability of Master Jiu. Xiaoniu, don't you care?"

Do you care? Don’t you care? Baoqi can’t explain it clearly.

If it were at that time, she would have to ask Leng Xiao for a while to get things done. However, in this situation, people are no longer around, and a ring has become the sweetest thought. How could a normal person care about those insignificant constraints in fact?

Looking at the cloudless sky, Baoqi took a breath with a wry smile, his voice light and heavy.

"Fang Weijiu, what do you think this has to do? Tracing and crying on the ring is just a way for my second uncle to care about me. He hides it from me because he knows my personality, and he monitors me because he loves me. For me, if he can still survive, I am willing to let him monitor it 24 hours a day, and never leave his sight 24 hours a day, every minute and every second."

"Oh, what a affectionate confession. He is about to hear it, maybe he will be happy?"

He rubbed his forehead with obscene meaning, and Fang Weijiu turned his head to look at her. After saying that, Baoqi had turned around and left. Looking at her little moves that she wished she could leave him quickly, he was helpless and bitter.

He smiled, his eyes followed the car that was moving away, and he lit a cigarette.

No matter how strong you are, you are still a girl, so why bother to hold on?

Baoqi, who returned to the cold house, called Xiao Stutter again, and the reply she received was no different. She was unable to find the reason, like a headless fly with only a bee stung on the butt. She sat down and stood or was not on the ground. After having a whole nightmare again, she got up and hugged her knees and thought about it.

Second uncle, is he really dead?

Why does she just think this matter is not so natural and reliable?

In the quiet night, she quietly connected everything that had happened over the past few days. After experiencing countless painful memories of "heart is like a knife, great sorrow is gone", she once again made a determination in her heart. - Leng Xiao, he must not be dead.

I suspect that this factor is like a poisonous snake. Once it grows from the heart, it will be entrenched in that place. No matter how hard it is to think, it will not be able to suppress it no matter how hard it is.

Lying in bed and tossing and turning all night, she was tossed by this fierce sixth sense, and she was also very helpless and strange.

There is no ironclad evidence to support her judgment and cognition, and there is only a psychological feeling that comes from the subconscious mind... that feeling is reflected in the nerve endings of the brain, becoming clearer and more and more her thinking.

How could Leng Xiao be alive? Where would he be?

Will he be in danger waiting for someone to rescue him?

In the dark night, her fingers kept twisting the corners of the quilt on the bed, and her mind was in peace for a moment.

Baoqi is a stubborn girl. Once she has a determination and a beginning in her mind, as long as she doesn’t have the courage to get the result, she will never be able to get rid of this shackles.

After another insomnia, she woke up early in the morning and stayed at the door of Mr. Leng's bedroom.

"Dad, Leng Xiao... may not be dead."

He was stunned for a moment, and the old man Leng looked at her, "How did you say this?"

Facing his sudden eager gaze, Baoqi subconsciously lowered her eyelids, "This... is just my own guess and judgment. My sixth sense has always been quite accurate. Dad, why don't you send someone to find him?"

"Oh!" Old Master Leng sighed.

Concealing the bitterness in his heart, Baoqi tried to calm his tone, "Dad, what do you think?!"

Looking at the girl's increasingly thin body, the hope on Mr. Leng's face disappeared, his haggard eyes darkened a little, and he sighed again, "Xiao Qi, I'll put it aside when I see the company's affairs, and take the children at home for a few days to rest. You are too tired..."

He did not answer Baoqi clearly, but the meaning in his words was very obvious.

The old man felt that she was too tired and had hallucinations in her mind?

No! No! No! No!

Denied this idea again, Baoqi rubbed her forehead and followed the careless eyes of Mr. Leng back to her bedroom. She felt that she was not only not sick, but was more awake than ever in fact. Leng Xiao must not be dead, and he must be in some corner of the earth... Maybe he was waiting for others to discover him and rescue him.

With this strange mind, she called Fan Tie ten minutes later.
Chapter completed!