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The corner of Yang Qingheng's mouth curled up slightly, and she found a hidden place to stand. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Huo Xiuxiu walked out of it with a white face, and her frightened look once again verified her suspicions.

When Huo Xiuxiu was far away, she quickly took a detour in the opposite direction.

"Why are you taking so long to get it?" Song Hengjue was still standing there, his handsome face reddened by the sun.

Yang Qingheng felt guilty and ran over quickly, pretending to be calm and raking away: "I didn't find anything, so I looked for it a little longer. Who knew you would be waiting here all the time."

Song Hengjue laughed angrily at her: "You can still be justified in leaving me here as a patient."

"Why do you, a grown man, care so much?" Yang Qingheng glared at him, stepped onto her [-]-meter bar, patted the back seat, and said in a loud voice, "Come up, patient, I'll take you."

"I'll ride." Song Hengjue frowned.

Yang Qingheng didn't care what he said: "That's what the treatment is for patients. If you don't want to sit in the back seat, you can walk back by yourself."

Song Hengjue grinded his teeth and sat in the back seat with a dark face.

It was already summer, and the midday sun was a bit harsh. The two of them were covered in sweat when they rode into the village.

Passing by the "Intelligence Base" in the village, a sister-in-law couldn't help laughing and teasing: "Hey, Qingheng, you have to have a certain temper when you dote on your own man."

Suddenly burst into laughter.

Song Hengjue held his forehead, realizing that Yang Qingheng still wanted to chat with someone, so he poked Yang Qingheng's back hard, his teeth itching with anger: "Hurry up."

"Tsk, he won't let me talk to you." Yang Qingheng pouted and rode the car into his yard with great effort.

Seeing Tang Bainian sitting inside chatting with Yao Ying, she was stunned for a moment and stopped the car.

"Just come back, just come back," Yao Ying strode over to greet her and gave Song Hengjue two hard blows. "He's such a big man and he doesn't know how to take care of himself. He worries his family all day long. He deserves a beating!"

When Tang Bainian saw Song Hengjue, his eyes flashed, and he turned to Yang Qingheng with a smile and said: "Gu Yi has been caught. We have already interrogated him. He admitted that he did it. Our police will issue a statement tomorrow. , my uncle will personally explain it to the school, just go to school as normal."

Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief, but was a little confused: "Where did you catch him?"

"We didn't catch him," Tang Bainian said, feeling a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "We have been squatting in the town, but we didn't catch him. It was a kind person who saw him elsewhere and told him to catch him."

Yang Qingheng was happy: "What's your name? I'll have time to say thank you to him another day."

Tang Bainian's eyes flickered, he put his fist to his lips and coughed dryly: "People say they don't leave names when doing good deeds. I guess you don't like the idea of ​​thanking you for coming and thanking you for leaving. You don't have to be so formal."

"That's it." Yang Qingheng touched his nose.

Since she doesn't want to send gifts, she will make a banner and ask others to send it to her when she is free in a few days.

In this era, reputation is very important, and it can be used for evaluation. She is right to give this to her, it is practical enough.

"Thank you very much, Officer Tang, for this. It happens to be noon, so why don't you finish your meal first and then leave." Yao Ying said politely.

Although I don't really like this young man who is rumored to be having an affair with his daughter-in-law, I still have to use all the etiquette.

Tang Bainian opened his mouth and was about to refuse.

Yang Qingheng's eyebrows curved and she invited warmly: "Yes, it wasn't me last time. I cooked delicious food and happened to stay for dinner. I will pack two dishes for you to deliver to Aunt Zhou later."

"Trouble." Tang Bainian silently closed his mouth.

Yao Ying knew that her son was coming back today, so she sent someone to the town to buy vegetables early in the morning. Yang Qingheng took a look at the ingredients, a pound of pork belly and a pound of pork ribs, and simply went back to the room and took out the plums she bought a few days ago and made a speech. I made plum pork ribs, made pork belly, and went to the ground to poke a handful of beans and came back to stir-fry a vegetarian dish.

"Are you ready?" Yao Ying looked into the pot for an unknown number of times and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

She hadn't eaten Yang Qingheng's food for several days, and she couldn't sleep at night thinking about it. Today, her daughter-in-law had to cook.

The two men outside also looked inside frequently following the smell.

"Okay, let's have dinner." Yang Qingheng looked at the expectant looks of several people and couldn't help but laugh.

Song Hengjue quickly took out the bowls and chopsticks, and Yao Ying said politely to Tang Bainian: "You can eat whatever you like, don't be polite."

After saying that, he immersed himself in eating like crazy, as if he was afraid of missing a bite.

However, at this moment, everyone had lost all sense of etiquette and all immersed themselves in eating. When a gust of wind swept through the clouds, most of the food on the table was missing.

As we were enjoying our meal, a quick voice suddenly came from outside: "Brother Heng."

Yang Qingheng looked up, and Song Hengjue hurriedly walked outside, whispering to Er Niu before going outside.

The hurried look was exactly the same as the last time in the middle of the night. She frowned: "The illness is not cured yet, where are you going?"

Song Hengjue avoided her gaze and pursed his lips: "It's a bit urgent."

"Why is it so urgent? The guests are still here and you ran away in the middle of eating." Yang Qingheng was displeased and stopped at the door with a somewhat aggressive tone.

Song Hengjue was irritated and grabbed her arm and took her aside: "Don't make trouble."

He took out the bike and ran away after a while.

Yang Qingheng was furious and scolded him severely.

Yao Ying also felt a little uncomfortable. She comforted Yang Qingheng, and then said a little embarrassed to Tang Bainian: "Don't mind if the reception is not good."

Tang Bainian took a deep look at the direction Song Hengjue left, and smiled at the two of them: "It's okay, Comrade Song may have something urgent."

Yang Qingheng forced out a stiff smile: "Let's eat first, it would be bad luck if we don't talk about him."

Before leaving, he stuffed Tang Bainian with two more lunch boxes.

Early the next morning, classroom.

He Qinqin bumped her arm: "Hey, Cheng Kai is here to see you again."

Yang Qingheng was still thinking about his bicycle being ridden by Song Hengjue. Hearing this, he was stunned and looked at the people outside the window and couldn't help but frown.

Cheng Kai rushed in at a brisk pace: "Yang Qingheng, this is the breakfast I bought for you. You can try it to see if it tastes good."

Yang Qingheng was irritated: "Cheng Kai, do you think my reputation is not bad enough? It's not smart to serve breakfast to a married woman, right?"

Every day, no matter what, they would report her as an adulterer.

Cheng Kai couldn't believe it: "You dislike me?"

"What do you think?" Yang Qingheng looked coldly and went out directly.

Cheng Kai was left with an aggrieved look on his face, and he stuffed breakfast into the hole in her table, and also stole the breakfast left for He Qinqin in the hole in the table.

He Qinqin stared, her heart bleeding, but she dared not speak in anger.

So bad, this shameless little bastard!

Arriving directly at the door of Class [-], Yang Qingheng hooked her hand at Fang Nan inside: "Did Song Hengjue come to class today?"

"Not yet." Fang Nan glanced at his hand and swallowed subconsciously.

Yang Qingheng glared and handed one to him: "This is yours, and the other one is Song Hengjue's. Just watch him finish eating, okay?"

"Of course, of course." Fang Nan scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

Yang Qingheng hesitated for a few seconds, then walked to Song Hengjue's seat: "Forget it, I'll put it in the hole in his table."

He reached inside and touched something hard.