Chapter 92：

Ning Zhi saw that Lu Jue's dark eyes were blank and clean, and she couldn't laugh or cry.

Good guy, how did he find the colored text?

For autistic patients, their awareness of **** is very pure, and they will not be ashamed of it. Ning Zhi just mentioned him and did not continue to preach to him.

Ning Zhi knew that Lu Jue simply wanted her to reduce her fever.

"Next time you don't have to search the Internet. If you don't understand, you can ask me."

Lu Jue nodded, and said, "Don't read Xiao Huangwen, ask what you know."

Ning Zhi looked at his sincere eyes, and faintly felt that there was something wrong with this sentence.

She was still feverish, covered with a quilt, and the body temperature of Lu Jue approaching was too high. She felt an indescribable sultry heat. "You go to bed a little bit. My cold is not over. Don't lean too close to me."

After that, in the quilt, Ning Zhi pushed him with his hands.

In a blink of an eye, a small sun popped up above Lu Jue's head.

Ning Zhi's hand was a bit dumbfounded. She had just touched his lower abdomen, she was really sensitive, just a light touch, Lu Jue reacted, he was too honest.

Ning Zhi called out the Overlord, "How many little suns will I need next time?"

The overlord told Ning Zhi: [Master, it will cost 1,000 suns to wear it back next time. 】The last time it took 800 little suns, she thought it would double this time, but she didn't.

Ning Zhi was not happy. After all, 1,000 little suns were hard to get, and, faintly, she had a bad premonition, always feeling that more difficult tasks were waiting for her later.

Ning Zhi tentatively asked the Overlord, "How many little suns will it consume next time I wear it back?"

Overlord: [Master, I don’t know either. 】

"Why don't you know?"

[Since the system update, I can only see how many Suns will be consumed next time I go back. There is no way to predict the next time in advance, that is to say, only after completing one mission, will the next one be unlocked. ] Ning Zhi frowned, "How many times do I need to wear it back?"

The overlord’s little milk voice is a little guilty, and it doesn’t know, [Master, the frequency shouldn’t be too many. ] Ning Zhi almost wanted to beat it up, "You don't know anything, only dry rice? No, you only know dry little sun?"

Overlord’s little milk sounds trembling, a little shy, 【I will also chat with the master, and I will blow rainbow farts to the master. ] Ning Zhi didn't want to pay attention to it.

The last time she wore it back, Lu Jue had already graduated from her senior year. It was only more than a year ago. Even if she doesn't know how many times she needs to wear it back, Ning Zhi feels that the number of times is definitely not much.

She looked at Lu Jue, and he would soon be healed.

Thinking of this, in the quilt, Ning Zhi's hand that pushed Lu Jue changed to stick to his lower abdomen, sliding gently, and was about to start holding 1,000 little suns.

Ningzhi's palm was a little hot because of fever, and Lu Jue tightened his complexion sensitively. Zhizhi felt a bit weird and comfortable to touch him.

In the display frame, three small suns popped up instantly.

Ning Zhi disliked a little, she deliberately swiped her fingertips around his waist and abdomen, lingering.

The sixth little sun.

The tenth little sun.

...

"Knowing, knowing." Lu Jue's body pressed closer, always wanting Ningzhi to do something.

Ning Zhi was so bad, she deliberately put one hand against his chest, "Don't stay too close, I have a cold."

"Not afraid, not afraid to know." Lu Jue's dark eyes were a little worried and eager. He wanted to get close to her.

"But I'm afraid you will get sick." Ning Zhi curled her lips, her face flushed from fever with a nasty smile, "So, don't move."

Ning Zhi was ill, and her bad thoughts arose. She deliberately wanted to see Lu Jue anxious, helpless and helpless, looking at her eagerly.

Thinking about this, her fingertips continued to mess in the quilt, constantly teasing Lu Jue to pop up the little sun.

The twenty-first little sun.

The thirty-third little sun.

Ning Zhi relied on that she was sick, and Lu absolutely couldn't kiss her, and would abuse her wantonly.

Seeing Little Sun getting less and less, Ning Zhi already knew that she was about to be squeezed clean, and she was ready to stop.

However, Ning Zhi had forgotten that the little white rabbit would bite with red eyes when he was pressed, not to mention that the current Lu Jue is a little milk wolf, and a little milk wolf who is slowly waking up.

Ning Zhi didn't see it, the expression in Lu Jue's eyes darkened and darkened, something was surging inside.

Just as soon as she retracted her hand, Lu Jue quickly turned over, his head buried in Ningzhi's shoulder, rubbed hard, and then his thin lips looked for her little mouth and kissed him.

He is not afraid of getting sick.

If you are sick, you can also accompany Zhizhi.

The quilt covered the heads of the two of them, and I would rather see the little sun popping up in Lu Jue's display frame, and there was a piece of gold glittering in the quilt.

Ningzhi's fever has subsided, but he still has some cough. It is estimated that he will be cured in two days.

After that day, Ning Zhi did not dare to tease Lu Jue again when he was sick. He was really not afraid of anything and could not stand the teasing.

Lu Jue had been with her for two days, and she urged him back to the laboratory.

At this time, Ning Zhi received a call from the bodyguard.

"Madam, the address of the middle-aged man has been found, and I will send the information you want to your mailbox." The bodyguard reported.

"Okay, thank you."

"Young lady." The bodyguard's tone was a bit hesitant.

"What else?" Ning Zhi asked him.

"I've seen that little boy."

Ning Zhi waited quietly for the other party to speak.

The bodyguard said, "It should be said that Master Lu Jue and I have both seen the little boy."

"When?" Ning Zhi felt that something she didn't know had happened.

"One year ago, when I was with Young Master Lu Jue, I met on the road. The little boy was beaten by his father with a stick. At that time, his father had drunk alcohol and had a heavy hand. It should have been that time. The leg was broken."

Ning Zhi held the phone tightly.

So, at that time, Lu Jue saw the little boy's leg being broken with his own eyes? No wonder Lu Jue was very angry when he saw the little boy's legs in the mall before.

He should remember it.

The bodyguard recalled what had happened at that time, "I saw Young Master Lu Jue getting angry for the first time. He rushed forward and snatched the stick from the man's hand and punched the man."

That was the first time he knew that Young Master Lu Jue would be angry and would beat people.

After the middle-aged man was knocked to the ground with a punch by Young Master Lu Jue, the other party yelled to fight back, but with him, the opponent could not get close to Young Master Lu Jue.

Finally, the middle-aged man dragged the little boy away in embarrassment. Unexpectedly, the man didn't take the little boy to be treated.

When the bodyguard was investigating, he knew about it, and he was so angry that he wanted to beat the man. It was too cruel.

Ning Zhi fell silent. For a while, she asked the bodyguard, "How was Lu Jue's condition at that time?"

The bodyguard remembered very clearly what Lu Jue looked like at the time. He looked cold all over, his eyes were dark and scary, and he stepped forward to beat the middle-aged man without saying a word.

"I see." Ning Zhi told the bodyguard: "You prepare the car, I want to go out."

After hanging up the phone, Ning Zhi saw the information sent by the bodyguard. The little boy was Song Song, who was not in a biological father-son relationship with the middle-aged man.

Ning Zhi's gaze paused, no wonder that middle-aged man would beat Song Song cruelly.

It turned out not to be one's own.

Ning Zhi continued to look down. According to the information, Song Song was the son brought by the middle-aged man’s wife when he married. The information about that wife has not been investigated yet. The information only shows that it was not long before the other party married. Later, he disappeared.

The point is that the woman and the middle-aged man only set up a few tables of wedding wines without receiving a certificate.

Ning Zhi narrowed his eyes.

The car drove to the entrance of a small alley, and the nearby houses were dilapidated. After a certain age, the surrounding environment was also relatively noisy.

Not far from the alley, a few people were smoking and chatting. On the other side, there was a small table at the door, and a few people gathered around to play cards.

Ning Zhi frowned.

"Madam, there is the black iron gate in front of Song Dahai's home, and Song Song lives there."

The bodyguard in the driver's seat parked the car and continued: "The people around are chaotic. It's not safe here, Madam, you'd better not get out of the car."

Ning Zhi is beautiful and well-dressed. It is too conspicuous to appear here, and it is not safe.

Ning Zhi responded, and she also knew that she was not suitable to appear here hastily.

At this time, she saw the black iron door opened, and Song Dahai came out from the inside. Holding Song Song's collar in his hand, she dragged him out and threw him outside the door.

Xiao Song Song's body was thin and thin. He used to be fleshy. His white and tender face became small, and his eyes became more black and round. He was dragged unsteadily and fell to the ground.

However, Xiao Song Song did not cry and stood up by himself.

"The sea, hit your son again?" A man sitting at the small table dangling his cigarette, smiled and said, "The child is so small, don't put your hands on it all the time, look pitiful."

The middle-aged man, Song Dahai, smiled, "Do you feel pitiful? Then I will send you, and you will bring him back to raise, so that I won't waste rice."

The man bit the cigarette and smiled chastely, "I still have a few mouths at home, but I don't have any extra money to raise children."

"Then you shut up." Song Dahai patted the non-existent dust on his hands.

"What are you doing so angry? Come and play for me." Another fat man said with a smile.

Song Dahai was moved. He rubbed his hands and walked over, "Okay, I'll just play."

Ning Zhi looked at Xiao Song Song, who was standing quietly not far away, and could vaguely see how quiet and pitiful Lu Jue was when he was a child.

She frowned and felt very uncomfortable.

At this moment, the door next to Song Dahai's residence opened, and an old grandma walked out of it.

Ning Zhi saw that the other party was holding a bowl in his hand and walked slowly in front of Xiao Song Song.

The old grandma handed the bowl to Xiao Song Song, "Grandma just cooked some dumplings. They are delicious. Let's eat."

Xiao Song Song is obviously no stranger to the old woman. He raised his head and glanced at the old woman and took the bowl.

Ning Zhi saw Xiao Song Song just standing like this, lowering his head and eating dumplings.

The poker player saw it, and Song Dahai saw it in his eyes. He chuckled, "The stinky boy has a blessing, and my mother-in-law Yu sends delicious food every day.

The man with a cigarette couldn't help but said, "It's not that you don't give food to your children. Granny Yu can't see it, so she often gives food to her children. Don't go too far."

"I'm too much? Is it too much for me to raise my son for nothing? If I don't have a conscience anymore, I just throw him away and let him starve to death." Song Dahai thought of the woman leaving the child and ran away, his teeth tickling of.

The child is with him, and she will come back one day, and he will find her to settle the account.

Ning Zhi was sitting in the car and kept watching. She saw Xiao Song Song standing and eating, as if drinking the soup in the bowl. Then, he pulled up the hem of his shabby clothes and carefully wiped the wall of the bowl. There are also chopsticks.

After Xiao Song Song felt that the bowl had become clean, he held the bowl and walked to the door of the grandmother's house, carefully placing the bowl and chopsticks on the ground, obviously waiting for the grandmother to retrieve it.

He is too sensible.