On the other side, Mister Zhao's death had caused a huge uproar in both the government and the underworld. On the other side, Xiao Zheng was wearing clean and comfortable pajamas, lying on the bed with Lin Huayin, who was as warm and fragrant as jade. Sleeping peacefully and contentedly. Perhaps because he killed too many people in one night, his spirit was a bit excited. Or perhaps after killing Mister Zhao, it would lead to a lot of trouble that would make him conflicted. Xiao Zheng laid down for a few hours, but he still couldn't fall asleep.
"What's wrong?"
Listening to Xiao Zheng's chaotic breathing, Lin Huayin, who was in Xiao Zheng's arms, asked softly, "Insomnia?"
"Mhmm," Xiao Zheng softly answered and buried his head in Lin Huayin's hair.
"Is it solved?"
Tonight, Xiao Zheng came home very late, and his behavior was a bit mysterious. The smart Lin Huayin immediately thought of the thing Xiao Zheng said last time.
"It's solved," Xiao Zheng said softly.
"Is there a new trouble?" Lin Huayin asked.
"Not really," Xiao Zheng shook his head. "It's just a bit messy."
"That's how it is. When you want to do something, you always want to finish it as soon as possible. Do it well, but when it's done, you realize it's not that simple. Even if it's done, it's not perfect, "Lin Huayin advised.
"Then how do you think I should adjust it?" Xiao Zheng asked.
"Sleep," Lin Huayin said slowly. "Tomorrow's sun won't be delayed because of anyone."
"What if it's cloudy tomorrow?" Xiao Zheng nitpicked.
"Who taught you nature in elementary school?" Lin Huayin asked.
"— —" Xiao Zheng touched his head and smiled bitterly. "If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten there is nature."
"It's cold. Tomorrow, I will go with you to buy some winter clothes, "Lin Huayin tightened the quilt and whispered. "Sleep. I'm very sleepy. "
"Yes." Xiao Zheng nodded and suddenly sighed with emotion. "I really envy you. You work until you're exhausted every day and then have a good sleep. Don't think about anything. "
"I'm thinking about what style of clothes I should choose for you tomorrow." Lin Huayin flipped over with a small movement. He said in a commanding tone. "Sleep."
"Yes." Xiao Zheng quickly closed his eyes and hugged Lin Huayin's waist tightly, falling into a dream.
…
In a villa less than a hundred meters away from the Lin family, a man and a woman were lying on the bed, listening to the shocking rock music coming from downstairs. Lu Dashan complained with a splitting headache, "This damned child. It's fine that he usually plays the piano and the guitar. At least the music is pleasant and can have a hypnotic effect. Now, you're playing the drums in the wee hours of the morning. Are you trying to let me sleep? "
"If you have that ability, go down and teach her," Qin Shuang said weakly. "What's the use of complaining here?"
"She is your daughter. Can't you control her?" Lu Dashan said angrily.
"She was born of me and Jesus?" Qin Shuang snorted. "Why don't you talk to her?"
"Drop it. The last time I stopped her from playing the piano, she didn't talk to me for three days. This time, I'm afraid she won't talk to me for the rest of her life. "Lu Dashan said with fear. "This damned girl is really spoiled. Don't know how to love the old. "
"Old?" Qin Shuang was dissatisfied. "I'm forty years old. It's the age of amorous feelings. You're the old. "
After a pause, Qin Shuang curiously said: "How was Xiao Zheng's action tonight? Was it smooth? "
"Smooth." Lu Dashan lit up a cigarette and said in amazement, "Everything went smoothly." "This kid is really ruthless. He actually cut off Zhao Meng's two arms and drained his blood. "
"This is nothing," Qin Shuang said. "My most glorious time, cut an enemy to death, and tortured the other side for a night."
"Roll." Lu Dashan squinted at Qin Shuang. "Who the fuck is interested in listening to your glorious history?"
Qin Shuang saw that Lu Dashan was really a little unhappy, and could not help but change the topic: "I heard that Zhao Meng found a top killer to help. It didn't affect Xiao Zheng? "
"Yamamoto. Known as the first samurai of Japan. I heard that it was the King of Killers in your circle. "Lu Dashan explained.
"Yamamoto?" Qin Shuang heard the words and could not help but shake her head like a rattle drum. "That guy is a waste with an undeserved reputation. And the King of Killers. In those few years, the experts in the circle were collectively dormant, and there were not many who came out to pick up the task. Otherwise, he would be thankful to be in the top ten. And the King of Killers? Don't want a face. "
"The first samurai of Japan is also bragging?" Lu Dashan asked.
"Of course." Qin Shuang paused and explained. "However, if he claims to be the first samurai, it's not bragging. But Japan is not just a samurai. The real top experts still have to be the old worship of those big people. "
"If that's the case, then the so-called global assassin might not be that great?" Lu Dashan teased. "Listen to you every day, I really think you are unparalleled in the world."
Qin Shuang listened to the old guy so ridiculed himself, and could not help but angrily said: "You know a fart."
"I know you." Lu Dashan retorted.
Qin Shuang was so angry that she almost fainted. She gritted her teeth and said: "Surnamed Lu, are you itching?"
"No!" Lu Dashan jumped up and rushed downstairs. He accompanied Lu Qi 'er to compose songs without looking back.
His daughter is going to release an album on the first day of the New Year. As the father of the rice worm, Lu Dashan is necessary to make a sumptuous supper for his baby daughter who is composing all night long.
"Give me a fried chicken leg and send it up!" Qin Shuang, who was lying in bed watching TV, shouted.
"Dream on!"
Outside the door came the counterattack of Lu Dashan's righteous words. Qin Shuang chuckled and felt happy for having such a lovely husband.
She also believed that even if Lu Dashan ate the courage of a leopard, he would never dare not to make fried chicken legs for himself.
… ….
"Baby daughter …"
Lu Dashan came to the singing room with a bowl of thick soup and said with a smile: "Tired? Come, Dad made soup for you. Drink it and then work. "
Lu Qi 'er played the guitar and said: "Put it there."
Lu Dashan obediently nodded and said: "Hey."
After putting down the soup, Lu Dashan smiled and sat next to Lu Qi 'er, smiled and asked: "Baby daughter, how many songs have you written? Don't give yourself too much pressure. Good work always needs time to polish. Releasing the album later can also hang your fans' appetite. Don't worry too much. "
Lu Qi 'er picked up the soup and drank two mouthfuls, then went to the piano, sat down, put the soup on the back of the piano, and said: "Dad, I just finished filling in a song. Can you give me your opinion? "
"Alright!" Lu Dashan said exaggeratedly. "Dad likes to listen to you sing the most!"
"Hypocritical." Lu Qi 'er snorted. "Xiao Zheng said that my creative ability is first-class, but my singing is third-rate."
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