Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Luo Qinghe poured a cup of tea, which was 70% full, and gave it to the woman opposite: "Her mouth is not strict?"

The woman sat up on her back and smiled: "Don't worry."

Luo Qinghe pours another glass, takes a sip, and asks casually: "Where are your heart problems, except?"

"The battle between the trapped beasts is always struggling." She took a bronze hairpin and put her hair around her head at will. "Don't talk about it." She looked at Luo Qinghe, smiling faintly, her hair curled up. His forehead was exposed, his brows were clean, "My goods, are you interested?"

Luo Qinghe shook his head and added some water to the teapot: "My Luo family doesn't touch this thing."

The woman smiled but smiled: "Is there anyone else you don't touch?"

It's not that you don't touch it, it's that you don't handle it.

Luo Qinghe smiled and said nothing.

The woman on the opposite side was dressed plainly, with only lipstick and eyebrows, like a girl who had just left school: "That professional runner, do you have hatred against her?"

Luo Qinghe didn't elaborate, but said: "It's too much trouble."

"Cooperate, and give you a suggestion." The woman finished drinking the tea in the cup, got up, and her tight black jeans outlined her slim figure. She put on her coat and scarf, and she could become the top runner in the industry. It's definitely not easy to handle. The group of FOR can't hold her. You will definitely not be able to deal with her. It's better to find her weakness first."

After speaking, she left the room, passed by the corridor, and ran into an acquaintance at the corner.

She dropped her scarf on the ground and looked up, surprised: "Bao Yang, it's you."

Wen Baiyang picked up the scarf on the ground and gave it back to her, then took out the paper and pen from the bag, and wrote: "Long time no see, I attacked my sister."

Zhang Zixi looked at her for a long time, then looked down for a pen.

Wen Baiyang wrote a sentence in the notebook and handed it to her: "I can read lips."

"That's it."

She stopped looking for a pen and gave Wen Baiyang a business card: "If you have time, you can ask me."

Wen Baiyang took the business card and said nothing.

She said that she had something to do and she had to leave first: "Oh, yes." She turned her head, there was always a faint smile in her eyes, "Are you with Nan Chu?"

Wen Baiyang's eyes were puzzled, and she didn't know why she asked.

Zhang Zixi smiled, jokingly: "Not together." She waved and left.

Not together yet.

What happened back then?

At that time, she and Qiao Nanchu were still studying at the police academy. Qiao Nanchu was very famous in the school, because of his family background and because of his excellence. She is also famous, but purely because of her beauty.

In a fight match, she fell in love with him at first sight. At the beginning, she was also shy and reserved, but there was no way, she liked him, he didn’t like her, she could only take the initiative, and I didn’t remember how long he had been chasing him. It has also been lukewarm.

Suddenly one day.

He asked casually: "Want to associate with me?"

She was silly for a long time before nodding: "Yeah."

Asked again: "Can you cook?"

"meeting."

He was standing in the shade of a tree. He looked at the basketball court in the distance, absent-mindedly, and asked without a word: "Where is the laundry?"

"meeting."

"Oh." He thought for a long time, then withdrew his gaze from a distance, looking at her, "Can you stay out?"

The girl who was in love at the beginning, was naturally shy when asked like this, her tutor is very good, and it is not allowed to stay outside. When she thinks it is him, she nodded: "...Yes."

"That's fine, let's date." He wrote her an address, "Move here tomorrow."

At the time she thought that he wanted to live with her.

After going there, she saw a young girl who could not speak or hear.

At that time, Wen Baiyang was only fourteen years old. He had just come to the imperial capital from Damai Mountain, and there were two obvious plateau red on his face.

The most east side of Fushengju Bamboo Garden is the VIP room. The door was closed tightly. The waiter came to deliver the tea, but was stopped by the secretary guarding the door.

The secretary brought the tea in, came out again, and continued to guard the door.

"The results of it?"

Inside is Tang Xiang, and her guests.

The man wears boxy glasses. He is in his fifties and his hair is half-white. He pushed the file bag over and said, "There is no parent-child relationship."

Unexpectedly and unexpectedly, Tang Xiang thought for a moment and confirmed to him again: "Are there few people?"

The man nodded: "Moreover, this man has abnormal chromosomes."

Chromosomal abnormalities...

Tang Xiang immediately asked, "Which one?"

"Chromosome 6 is abnormal."

It happened to be number 6.

The adopted son of the Luo family is also abnormal on chromosome 6.

"The gene locus is also very strange, but the specific situation requires more sophisticated genetic testing."

Outside.

Luo Qinghe walked through the corridor and looked at the figure on the opposite side. He suddenly stopped and asked, "Is that Tang Xiang's secretary?"

Shen Yue replied: "Yes."

"Go and see what she is doing."

Shen Yue knew it and walked over.

Tang Xiang's secretary stopped the person and said that they were discussing important matters. Luo Qinghe gave a wink, and Shen Yue directly pushed the door open regardless of the obstacle.

"Project budget I—"

Halfway through the conversation, he was interrupted. Tang wanted to look up, his face was very ugly, and he immediately became angry: "Can't knock on the door? Did you learn politeness in the dog's belly?"

Luo Qinghe had already walked over, the door was wide open, and she glanced inwardly: "Isn't this trying to surprise you? My family is joking, why are you making such a big fire?" Luo Qinghe smiled at the corner of his eyes, Another person inside said, "President Wang is here."

It is Mr. Wang from Zhanglin Building Materials.

The potbellied President Wang stood up from his chair, his face was round, his mung bean eyes, and he smiled and said hello: "I just happened to be talking about your Luo project. Is Xiao Luo always interested in listening?"

Luo Qinghe smiled and said, "No, I won't intervene in the project Tang wanted." She fluffed her hair and stepped back, "You continue."

Tang Xiang stopped her: "Wait."

Luo Qinghe leaned at the door, waiting for her to follow along.

Tang wanted to sit with a teacup in his hand, raised his eyelids, his eyes were calm, and he looked at Luo Qinghe: "Will you leave without an apology?"

After Luo Qinghe became the master, she was the only respect for the Luo family. Only Tang thought, both in the Luo family and in the Luo's family are exceptions. The old man believed in her, and half of the country was willing to let her take care of her. Even, she was never regarded as a little Luo by a foreigner.

Luo Qinghe held his hands and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Sorry, I'm sorry."

"Be polite in the future."

Tang wanted to finish, and closed the door.

When there was no more movement outside, she sat back, poured a cup of tea and served it in person: "Thanks, Mr. Wang."

President Wang waved his hand: "Thank you, it's an effort."

After Mr. Wang left, the people hiding in the bathroom came out.

Tang wanted to continue what he didn't finish just now: "Doctor Qiu, please keep this matter secret."

"I know."

The weather is good today and the sun is very warm. Zhou Xufang has gone out of the market, and she will not stick the film today. She sells hot water bottles today. It was almost nine o'clock, Jiang Zhi called her.

She was very happy to receive the call: "Jiang Zhi."

"Are you going to close the stall?"

"Ok."

Jiang Zhi said, "I will pick you up."

She said no and didn't want to delay him: "Don't you have a premiere?" Originally Jiang Zhi was going to go out with her, but he had the premiere at 8 o'clock.

How can the director be absent.

Director Jiang said: "You can leave early."

Leaving early is not considered an absence.

Zhou Xufang thought it was OK: "Then I will wait for you."

Jiang Zhi talked to her for a while before hanging up. At this point, there are many late-night snack stalls under the bridge, and there are many people dancing square dancing in the park opposite, and music can be heard across the street, which is very lively.

Zhou Xufang's hearing is good, and he heard crying. It was a child crying in a far alley.

She walked over: "Why are you crying?"

The three or four-year-old child was chubby, white and tender, like a custard bag, and the custard bag whimpered and said, "My sugar is gone."

The little milk yellow packet is very cute.

Zhou Xufang gave him a pack of marshmallows.

The little milk yellow bag immediately grinned: "Thank you sister."

Zhou Xufang wanted to touch his plump face: "Where is your mother?"

He said grimly: "Mom is dancing square dance."

So... Zhou Xufang poked his fleshy little face: "Go to mother, don't run around alone, or the bad guys will take you away."

The little milk yellow packet said yes and bounced off.

So cute.

She wanted to give birth to a fat man like this with Jiang Zhi... She knocked her head, what was she thinking! Not ashamed or ashamed! I'm a little hungry, she wants to eat milk croissant...

Just thinking about it, someone slammed into the corner.

She didn't move, but the person who hit her was ejected and fell to the ground to gasp.

"Sorry."

Zhou Xufang apologized, and went forward to ask: "Did I hurt you?"

Is a man.

He suddenly raised his head, grabbed Zhou Xufang's arm, and shouted in panic: "Help me!"

Zhou Xufang only saw his face, his forehead was hurt, and he was sweating profusely.

"help you with what?"

He pressed his abdomen with one hand and looked back frequently, the sweat on his head rolled more and more, and his breathing became more and more rapid. After he took her hand and looked around, he moved a piece of paper out of his pocket in a panic. Stuffed it to her.

He said: "My name is 0893."

After speaking, he got up and ran forward without looking back.

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