Yan Jingchen's handsome face was almost collapsed, the knife in his arms was burning hot at this moment, but he was still damned unable to move.

"My dear grandson, fetishism is nothing." Like a competent aunt, Lin Jian pulled up the quilt and comforted her in a low voice, "But don't hug the one who has a knife, because it is easy to be reincarnated if you are not careful."

So with a flick of his fingertips, the sharp edge of the iron-cutting blade suddenly became blunt, probably unable to cut even paper.

After confirming that the danger was removed, Lin Jian whistled in satisfaction: "The figure is good, my aunt is very satisfied."

After finishing speaking, she went back the same way, flipped the window neatly and disappeared into the night with her eagle owl.

Well, unknowingly, perfect!

Lin Jian was satisfied, but she didn't know that just after she left, the people behind her suddenly opened their eyes.

The first thing Yan Jingchen did when he opened his eyes was to glance at the dagger, the sharp blade was indeed blunt, and the little girl was only 16, but she possessed such profound Taoism, I really couldn't tell.

Turning around, he picked up the incense burner and opened it. Inside was burning something clear like fish scales, the size of a fingernail, with almost no smell, and the burning was very slow, probably half a month.

The heavy body could feel a little bit of relief, and even the struggling and desperate mood after thinking of the death curse eased a lot.

Although I don't know if it can save lives, I can be sure that this thing is somewhat useful to him.

It seems that what the grandfather said was wrong, what a helpless little child, it was a big mistake.

Taking a deep breath, he got up and stood up, opened the curtains and he could see the dark night, that figure had long since disappeared, but the faint scent of the girl's body still remained in the air.

Fetish?

Ah……

The man squinted his eyes, exuding a dangerous smell all over his body. The dim light reflected his blood-spitting figure, the perfect undulating texture of bones, no matter his shoulders, back, waist, or waist, he was full of temptation. He combed his hair with one hand, and his eyebrows Staring coldly at the distant darkness.

It's not a fetish, and it's not a good grandson, little girl, you can call me brother, brother Jingchen.

Early in the morning, Yan Zongchen rushed to the good-looking grandson's house, and when he entered the door, he yelled: "You bastard, there is only one way to Lin's house, and you missed it, and you didn't pick up the little uncle!!"

The man at the dining table was refreshed, and the nightmare that had been haunting him all this time was because the contents of the incense burner disappeared. Yan Jingchen was holding the coffee cup, his long legs crossed wantonly, and his slender fingertips were cold. He glanced this way, Facing Yan Zongchen's angry face.

"Hey, what's wrong with your head?" Mr. Yan was taken aback, he hurriedly checked but was avoided by Yan Jingchen's downcast eyes, and his voice was even more calm: "Car accident."

"What!" The old man was furious: "Who dares to rear-end our car? And hurt my grandson like this?"

Hearing the words "good grandson", Yan Jingchen's brows twitched almost imperceptibly, he hooked his fingertips, and suddenly said: "Lin Jian."

"Huh? What's wrong with my little uncle?" Yan Zongchen looked concerned, as if Lin Jian was his own grandson.

Yan Jingchen didn't say what was said later, he wiped his mouth and stood up gracefully: "There is still something to do in the company, I'm leaving first."

"Hey, wait! I'm here to tell you something!"

Yan Jingchen kept stepping, so Mr. Yan had no choice but to chase wildly all the way, but how could his old arms and legs catch up with Yan Jingchen, he could only shout loudly: "You son of a bitch, if you have nothing to do, go for a walk in front of my uncle, you know? Remember to serve tea sooner or later Say hello, if you have nothing to do, make a phone call to ask about your health, if it is windy, rainy, cool down, or change the weather, you will always give a greeting, and if you can make a phone call, don’t send a text message!!!”

Yan Jingchen paused, then turned around quickly: "Grandpa wants me to marry her?"

"Bah!" Yan Zongchen spat: "Pull it down, you are not worthy of my little uncle!"

Yan Jingchen: ...

Who is your grandson? ?

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