The Regressor and the Blind Saint - Chapter 87: Investigation (3)

“My life as a demon… No. My life as human is really…”

Lin Qingyan was born without pain, and Master Gu was afraid that his baby would be injured and didn’t know, so he used this reason to check people’s whole body every day.
Shuangjie/Sweet pet
The cold and well-behaved little beauty is attacked by x indifferent and domineering business tycoons
(ps: Shou is born without pain, even if injured)
In the last life, Lin Qingyan was deceived by a scumbag, framed by Bai Lianhua, abused and beaten by netizens, and finally died miserably in a broken house.
After his rebirth, he decided to stay away from the scumbag and the white lotus, and concentrate on his career, only to find that the man who took care of him before his death in his previous life turned out to be a well-known business tycoon – Gu Fei.
The Gu family in Nancheng is a famous and wealthy family. It is rumored that the head of the Gu family, Gu Fei, is cold-hearted and never gets close to people.
Until one day he picked up a homeless little poor man on the road and brought him home.
The poor little girl was very good and soft, she didn’t resist when she was bullied, she just lowered her eyes and blushed.
The child is so good, Master Gu can only pamper him, and he is afraid of falling when he holds it in the palm of his hand.
It turned out that all the encounters were premeditated for a long time.
Sylvia Lin finally understood who really loved him.
small theater:
①Yan Yan was born without pain, and Master Gu was afraid that his baby would be injured and didn’t know, so he used this reason to check people’s whole body every day.
②Yan Yan was on the show, and there was a part of calling the parents. Yan Yan called Gu Ye, Gu Ye smiled and explained to the show team: I will ask you to take care of my children. By the way, it’s not my father, I am his husband.

- Description from novelbuddy

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”