Fang Lingying observed Buck's expression very seriously.

No expression.

Facing a clay-sculpted female avatar with her eyes closed, Buck looked at her faintly: "The eyes are a little more concave. I guess she might have worn glasses before, so her eyes are inverted, and the other...is OK. I just looked at it for a few times at that time, and I had to lose weight and be malnourished."

Of course, Fang Lingying did not patch the skull of Nannan sisters' mother, but instead molded a plaster skull on it. The original skull was placed next to it, and often touched the bone point: "Most people are more afraid of the skull of a known deceased person."

Buck nodded: "But I'm the exception, just hand it over, but I don't want Nannan to see this."

Fang Lingying was a little surprised: "I thought you were willing to keep a memory for them."

Buck shook his head: "It is best not to have some memories, as it is better for children to be more sunny in the future."

Fang Lingying spread her eyebrows: "That's right... I saw it at the barbecue stall before, but I really didn't expect that they had experienced these things and would take good care of them in the future." I think she had read all the files through her position.

Buck looked at the skull for the last time, as if the sisters had to promise to take care of them in front of their mother. Looking at the hollow and slightly sensational eye holes and the most stingy nose bones, he nodded and agreed silently: "Yes, this matter ends here. I will take good care of them. If you have time, you will tell me about Xiao Shao's affairs. I will not pursue my face. I will turn a blind eye to the situation at the young sister's family. Since their mother brought the child out at that time, the young sister was unwilling to go back, so she would not have to mess with the family relationships like those TV series, so as not to have conflicts with me in the end and cause trouble. Even if I adopt it, I will adopt it."

Fang Lingying knew better than him: "The adoption procedures are quite troublesome. Since we know all this, we should pretend that we don't know. The two sisters have grown up and have full civil capacity, so we can naturally handle this matter by themselves. It will only take a few years, right?"

Buck bowed: "That's fine."

Seeing that he was about to turn around and leave, Fang Lingying stopped and said, "Have you healed?"

Buck curled his lips: "What's this? Just scratch it, it's been neat."

The studio is not large, with several large shelves against the wall filled with skeletons, and there is an operating table in the middle. Most of the time, Fang Lingying should be alone here, so it can be said that it is narrow. The two of them stood in front of the operating table, so they were not far away. Fang Lingying reached out to touch Buck's hat: "Take it off and show it to me."

Buck could vaguely understand her emotions. He took off the baseball cap and nodded. The opening of the hole should be stitched, but Buck just used the forensic doctor to clean up and disinfect him. Because the cortex of the skull was very thin and there were not many muscle bands, it naturally healed. It was a bit troublesome when I pushed the bald head later.

Fang Lingying looked at the scar that had not yet fallen off: "Sit down, what do I think of so much silly height?" Buck sat down honestly, feeling a little cold finger gently wiping on his scalp, smiling and destroying the girl's little emotion: "Thinking that you have always touched the bones of death, are you a little unaccustomed to me who is warm?"

Fang Lingying's expression was not visible, but she had a nasal voice: "Well, the first time." She touched the wound: "So... so many old scars, are they from the past?" Those were obviously not beaten by the baton this time.

Buck nodded: "I rarely shave my head before. I didn't notice so many wounds, but it's not obvious on the head." Most of them were impacts or shrapnel scratches, so I was lucky.

Fang Lingying still hummed with a nasal voice: "Can you touch it, there are callus in the injured area... have you suffered a lot?"

Buck wanted to shake his head, but found that his head was fixed. The girl hugged his head with her arm: "It's okay, didn't you say I did those messy things?" He was so good that he had never kept it from Fang Lingying.

Fang Lingying's fingers were softer: "I read the forensic report and you still have a lot of injuries on your body? Are your...serious sequelae better during this period?"

Even during the day, in order to ensure the clear bone spots, thick curtains are always hung in the studio, and directional lamps are used to shine on the skull and clay sculptures. Therefore, the places outside the lampshade are relatively dark, with an indescribable atmosphere, which is ambiguous in layman's terms.

It was a bit charming. The two were close together and could smell the natural fragrance of the girl. In fact, Buck enjoyed it very much. He found that he was a little moved. To be honest, maybe he was too respectful to Zhou Xiaoli. He was not so close to him, and suddenly felt guilty. He seemed to cheat on the black girl on his back. He stammered his neck and moved his bald head out: "Also... OK, Xiao Zhou has a grandfather who is from the military doctor. Recently, I went to his place for some brain tests, which is considered to be a treatment."

Fang Lingying was so smart. She felt it from the movement of his neck. Her hands also bounced away, moving aimlessly behind her and supporting her on the table. Her upper body leaned back and looked at Buck sitting: "How are you now? Do you mean to talk about marriage?"

Buck breathed a sigh of relief, saying that he was resistant to intimacy. Ye Mingjing, who danced pole dance last time, was like that, and he didn't feel as close as he wanted to continue: "It's not bad..."

Fang Lingying laughed with a gurgle, as if she had also relieved the impulse that had just sprouted: "Why didn't you hear the sweet smell?"

Buck shrugged and stood up: "I'm not the kind of young man who just hangs on his face when he is in love. There's a process of adapting and adjusting to each other."

Fang Lingying nodded: "Well, yes... let's do it. I originally planned to take the opportunity to see the scars and tattoos that the forensic doctor boasted. If you have the chance to look at them, Xiao Zhou wasn't scared, right?" He pushed his hands away from the table, turned his back to Buck and pushed open the curtains, letting the noon sunshine shine in, completely pulling himself out of the mentality that might be addicted to him.

Buck laughed: "She hasn't commented yet...I'll leave first, and later... I have to study on the decoration site." For some reason, he subconsciously avoided and said that he would go to Zhou Xiaoli for lunch, although Fang Lingying probably knew about it.

Fang Lingying was free and easy: "If you took a shower in the hotel garage at that time, I would take a few more glances, maybe you would think you are a man with a story. Go... The main thing is to tell you something, whether it is about this injury or help me get rid of it and recognize Shao Qiming, but now I feel that it is unnecessary to say sorry or thank you."

Buck nodded and went out: "Yes, we are friends, so there is no need to say this, see you back!"

Fang Lingying leaned against the window and smiled and waved her hand at him: "Yes, friend..."

Looking at the studio door that was hidden in vain, the beautiful figure stood in front of the window for a long time.
Chapter completed!