Many things can't be done just by thinking about it. The same is true for Murong Qian. Just because she knows that she can't really put aside the things at hand, she has a deeper memory of her father. Maybe the face
It has become blurry, but Murong Qian still remembers her father who held her little hands and played in the garden together when she was a child, and those warm big hands. She always thought that she might never have such a father again.
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The moment they met on the wall, Murong Qian almost subconsciously thought that it was her father who caught her on top. This feeling has been lingering in her thoughts. The faint nostalgia and imagination made her unable to concentrate until
Tang Yuyao's hand held hers again, and she suddenly realized that, yes, Tang Yuyao's hand was very warm, big, and strong, much like her father, or should I say, very much like her father in her memory.
Big hands.
However, Tang Yuyao is Tang Yuyao, not her father. There are still differences between Tang Yuyao's hands and her father's hands in her memory.
Thinking of this, Murong Qian somehow secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, she immediately realized her gaffe and turned her head to look away again. Fortunately, the sky was dim and no one could see clearly that her face was red at this time.
The shame on it was so thick that it almost seemed to drip down, but the hand held by Tang Yuyao never let go.
In front of this big boy who can be regarded as her younger brother, Murong Qian felt that no matter what she did, she seemed to be unable to do anything, and would always make some unnatural mistakes. She vaguely understood the specific reasons, but how to put it? At this time,
Don't think too much, just hold hands like this and let nature take its course.
The two people quickly bypassed the corridor and walked to the small glass door leading to the kitchen. Tang Yuyao tried to turn the door handle, but the small door was locked. It seemed that the owner of the house was very careful and cautious when leaving.
, even though I knew there were security patrols outside at all times, and even though I knew that this 4-meter-high wall was difficult to climb over easily, I still closed all the doors and windows very carefully.
It should be said that the owner of this house did this just to guard against guys like Tang Yuyao.
However, it is obvious that such an owner ignores an important issue, that is, if a guy can enter the community by climbing over the 6-meter-high rockery wall, then escape from the security patrol, and then climb over the 4-meter-high villa wall to enter the yard
Come here, it can be said that locking all the doors and windows in this villa is actually meaningless to such a guy.
The same was true for Tang Yuyao. He gently turned the handle and made sure that the door was indeed locked. He immediately let go of Murong Qian's right hand, pulled out the multi-purpose dagger from his trouser leg, unscrewed the top cover of the dagger's handle, and poured a few out of it.
I randomly selected the tools, picked the one I was satisfied with, and used the interface on the scabbard to combine it into a lock-picking tool. With three clicks, I pried open the lock of the closed glass door, and then I ducked in.
He turned around and glanced at Murong Qian, who was following behind him, but his face looked a little strange. Tang Yuyao also looked a little confused. He scratched his head and whispered: "I haven't practiced for a long time. I'm rusty. I'm rusty."
Hey, hey, hey, this kind of thing doesn't seem to be explained by unfamiliarity. Murong Qian's face is even more abnormal. It's not ugly, but like the one who wants to laugh and say something, but can only hold it in his heart.