Chapter 1352: I am a prophet~ (43)
After a while, she glanced at Duck, her little head tilted slightly.
"Duck, do you think Xiang Hanfang or Xiang Xiongfang caused this wildfire?"
The little guy asked gently.
"...Huh?"
Ya Ya was stunned by her question, mung bean eyes raised, [Do you think this fire is artificial? ]
"if not?"
Xiang Xing lowered his lips and smiled, spreading his arms, solemnly, "It rained five days after the mountain, let alone Changle Mountain. The whole city is humid. Do you think it's possible that it might have caused a fire naturally? "
As she spoke, she pointed to the fire photos in the information attached, her eyes shook softly, "In this kind of weather, to burn such a fierce fire, it will either be thunder from the sky, or it can only be a large-scale fire. Arson."
[...Also, there was no thunder last night. ]
The cuckoo duck pointed the bird's head as if not understanding.
In the end, he couldn't help but quietly glanced at a little guy who was so proud of his analysis.
Hey, the current little ancestors are really getting more and more educated by each session of the Enjoyable Ambassador.
In other words, this should have been something that made it happy.
But Ducky at this moment only felt more and more uneasy.
I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
"...What are you in a daze?"
Over there, seeing Mr. Gu Gu with a complicated face hanging his head in silence, Xiang Xing frowned questioningly, and couldn't help but stretch his fingers and poked his head gently.
Then he poked Duck back to his senses.
[Um... it's okay,]
It paused, and had to pretend to be thinking, and then answered casually, [That, I think it was Xiang Hanshao. ]
Although the cause of the fire was because Xiang Ang discovered those shameful secrets yesterday at the tips of his little ancestor, Xiang Xiong didn't need to feel embarrassed enough to burn his family.
Xiang Han is different.
In case he was not Xiang Ang's biological son, he was accidentally exposed by that Qiu Shanshan, and he had to be added to him who was driven down the mountain.
Then the plastic surgery for more than ten years was in vain.
Seeing that he burns people so quickly, guess what Qiu Shanshan really said...
Thinking of this, Ya Ya couldn't help shook his head with emotion.
Outrageous.
"It seems we all guessed right."
Ya Ya was walking along here, only to hear Xiang Xing chuckle again.
Soon, he handed the phone to it.
It paused and looked down.
In the Weibo at this time, Xiang Han had already stood up and explained the wildfire.
According to the information he provided, the wildfire directly caused the deaths of Xiang Xiong and his wife, while Xiang Ang and Xiang Hui suffered severe burns and are still under rescue.
While expressing his endless grief for his uncle and aunt, he also announced that from today onwards, the Xiang family will be taken care of by his adopted son until Xiang Ang wakes up.
As for the comments below, they are also wonderful.
It's more ridicule than wax mourning at the starting point.
[Tsk tusk, what a big show. ]
[This is the legendary new concept. ]
[Hey, that old ghost should regret this time? Chased away the biological daughter, now all the family property is taken away by the layman...]
[Enough upstairs, people are not out of danger, so let's accumulate some virtue. ]
[I really want to accumulate virtue, but their family is obviously just watching the sky, and it is God's eye open to be able to pick up a life...]
[I don't know what Xiang Xing's mood is at this time...]
After reading this comment, the little guy just listened to the sudden ding of his mobile phone, and one by one private messages popped over.
"Xingchenchen! Are you okay?" Hurry up and say something!!"
"Xingchenchen!! Send us a Weibo online to report safety, OK!! I'm almost worried about exploding!!"
"..."
Xiang Xing silently clicked on all the private messages.
After thinking about it, I can only jump out of the small bed, walk towards the window sill, and take a sunny landscape photo outside, and it will be sent out immediately.
Then, he stopped looking at his mobile phone, washed and cleaned up, and walked out of the room.
As soon as he brought the door, Zhao Qianqian's laughter and curses came downstairs.
"You little slacker, the world is turned upside down, you can still sleep so soundly!"
In the dining room downstairs, the woman raised her head while serving out an exquisite and delicious breakfast, laughing helplessly at her.
"Flip, it doesn't matter to me anyway."
Xiang Xing curled his mouth, leaped briskly to the table, picked up a piece of toast with fried eggs and bacon and stuffed it into his mouth.
Just now.
Suddenly there was a ring of visiting door bells outside the small villa.
"...Why would anyone come over at this point?"
Zhao Qianqian, who was busy in the kitchen, smiled suspiciously.
He stuck his head out and winked at the little guy, "But don't the media come to interview you because of the fire."
"I'm not a star."
The girl wrinkled her nose and couldn't help rolling her eyes slightly.
Just put down the fragrant breakfast and walked over reluctantly.
However, when she opened the door, before she raised her soft eyes to see who she was, she first saw a familiar white electric guitar standing quietly on the side of a pair of slender, straight legs.
In the next second, she saw those legs move, and she walked in without any explanation.
After bringing the door close, the long figure leaned forward involuntarily, and hugged the little fellow who was still trapped into his arms.
"……Well?"
Xiang Xing's soft eyes froze, and his brain went down for three seconds.
For a while, that lingering lingering in the ear, with a faintly uneasy breathing, pulled her back to reality.
Unconsciously moved, Ruannuo said, "Brother Zuo Yan?"
"..."
The man didn't respond to her, he just circled his arms tighter.
Until Zhao Qianqian walked over in doubt and saw the scene in front of the door, he couldn't help laughing out loud: "Hey, hey, how are you two in broad daylight?"
"..."
Hearing this, the two trembled, and then silently stepped back from each other for half a step, each looking at each other with some anxiety.
Feeling that the atmosphere became more solidified, and Zhao Qianqian's laughter became more presumptuous, Xiang Xing coughed dryly, and had to soften his voice and asked, "Um... Zuo Yan, why are you here?"
"..."
Zuo Yan's figure shook, and his eyes moved quickly.
"I just passed by here,"
He just said in a low voice, "Then on a whim...I came over and took a look, by the way, I would like to ask if you are...have you been affected by that incident or something."
"That's it."
The little guy rubbed his hands subconsciously, and responded unequivocally.
On the other hand, Zhao Qianqian couldn't hold back again, and laughed out loud again.
"I said Zuo Da Tian Wang, are you really just passing by?"