Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Then why don't you get me the quilt?"

Oh, take the quilt.

Wen Baiyang went to the bedroom, took the quilt out of her bed, and put it on the sofa.

He lay still, his eyes were three or four drunk, and there was something paradoxical in his emotions, and he did not speak, he looked at her.

for a long time.

He just said: "Help me build it."

He is so different today, like a kid in need of care.

Wen Baiyang squatted down, broke the quilt and spread it squarely, covering his whole body, leaving only his head outside. She smelled a strong drink: "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Ok."

She saw it, and he was in a depressed mood.

She didn't know how to comfort: "Would you like to drink more wine then?"

Qiao Nanchu smiled.

She thought he was going to drink, so she got up to get the wine. She just stood up, but was stopped by him: "You can't invite a man to drink, let alone at home."

She is still young and doesn't understand.

After drinking, the man has few good things. He drank at the girl's house, and became a beast through the wine, and more.

He let go, sat up a little, and patiently asked, "You know?" He really looked like a competent and staid elder, no wonder Xue Baoyi said he had a daughter.

Isn't it just raising a daughter.

She seemed to understand, and nodded.

He didn't say much about this adult topic. Besides, the atmosphere should be wrong.

He picked up the cup and drank tea. She made this barley tea by herself. It was different from the ones outside. He also had it at home. She sent it to him. He even came here to ask for tea.

On the coffee table, besides the teapot, there was also an ashtray. Last time he came over and asked her if she had an ashtray and wanted to smoke, but she said no.

This is new.

An old photo was placed next to the ashtray.

"In what year was this shot?"

In the photo, he was wearing a police uniform, and the little girl next to him reached his chest, stupidly compared with scissors hands.

Wen Baiyang said in sign language: "The year I came to the imperial capital."

At that time, the plateau red on her face was still obvious, and she didn't like to laugh.

At the time, he was still studying at the police academy.

Qiao Nanchu picked up the photo, took a look, smiled and asked her: "When you first came, was it a meter and five?"

"..."

Wen Baiyang: "Yes." She usually respects her benefactor and never refutes what he said, but this time, she wanted to correct and seriously correct, "I was 1.5 meters and 51 meters."

Now she is one meter six three.

Qiao Nanchu laughed again, and he was well raised and grew a lot taller.

He put down the photo and just touched the cup, he stopped for a while, his eyes fixed, looking at the siren on his police uniform in the photo.

14Z083 was his siren when he was in school.

Six digits, numbers plus letters, the first two are the year of entering the school, the students of the Imperial Police Academy are in the same number format.

Thoughtful for a while, Qiao Nanchu dialed Jiang Zhi's number.

It rang for a long time before it got through. Jiang Zhi was awakened and answered the phone reluctantly: "What's wrong? It's so late."

"0893 The note for Zhou Xufang is still there?"

Jiang Zhi was very sleepy, and her voice was full of bubbles: "Yes."

"Don't sleep, wait for me to pass."

He was so sleepy that he yawned: "I put the key at the door and open it myself." He wants to sleep first.

Qiao Nanchu hung up the phone and got up: "Got to go."

Wen Baiyang nodded: "Wait for me."

She ran to the kitchen, packed the small dishes in the refrigerator, and put it in a large bag and brought it out: "Take it home and eat it." She handed the bag to him, and she told him, "If you can't finish eating, put it in the refrigerator."

Qiao Nanchu took the bag: "Lock the door, except for me, don't let anyone in at night."

"it is good."

Qiao Nanchu called a driver and went to Qingshan Mansion.

Jiang Zhi put the key under the carpet at the door, he opened the door directly, and the lights in the room were not turned on. He turned on the lights, went to the bedroom, and lifted the quilt.

"Jianzhi."

Jiang Zhi didn't respond.

"Jianzhi."

The tummy moved: "Um..."

Qiao Nanchu took the pillow and threw it on his head: "Get up."

Jiang Zhi irritably grabbed a handful of his hair, sat up, and put his head in a mess of haze blue: "You can't wait for the morning?"

Qiao Nanchu: "No."

Jiang Zhi kicked off the pillow, climbed out of the bed, yawned, and went to the study with sleepy eyes. There is blood on the note left by 0893, just a string of numbers.

Jiang Zhi nestled in the sofa, too lazy to move: "Is there a problem?"

Qiao Nanchu pointed out to him: "This 2, is it possible that it is the letter Z?"

He glanced at it twice: "It doesn't look like it." However, "It is also possible that 0893 sees Z as 2."

Do not rule out this possibility.

Qiao Nanchu took a pen, wrote a string of characters on the paper, and asked Jiang Zhi: "If it is Z, do these two formats look similar?"

14Z083.

14Z096.

Jiang Zhi said ‘um’, "What is it?"

Qiao Nanchu held the pen in his hand and turned it around twice. The tip of the pen must have landed on the paper: "14Z083, is my siren at the police academy." And 142096 is a clue left by the undercover agent. If 2 is Z...

Outside the window, it was late at night, three or two stars, and a full moon.

In the single-family villa, there are meows, echoes around the empty and quiet house, one after another.

"Meow."

"Meow."

The lights of the stairs were on, and the owner of the house came down from the upper floor wearing slippers. The white silk pajamas clung to the body, drawing a slim curve.

She turned on the light downstairs, went to the corner to pick up the fold-eared cat that kept calling, "What is it, don't you sleep?"

"Meow."

The fold-eared cat called again, struggled twice, and fell to the ground.

At this time, the cell phone on the coffee table rang.

The owner of the house first grabbed the cat, put it on his lap, answered the phone with one hand, and put the other hand on the cat's back, stroking it one after another.

"boss Zhang."

She asked: "Is it done?"

The man on the phone replied: "Hua Jun and Hong San's wives and children have been sent away."

"Before the shooting, take good care of people."

"I know."

After hanging up the phone, she dialed another number.

"Mr. Smith," she spoke fluent English, "do you have any stock in your hand?"

Outside the house, the moonlight was blurred, a ray of pale light came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the windows were not closed tightly, and there was a fine breeze, rolling in the curtains, and the tassels on the curtains were picked up and entangled on the cabinets against the wall in the living room. , There is a photo on the cabinet. The photo shows a pair of young men and women, both in police uniforms.

The chest badge on the girl's police uniform is a bit vague, and the number is not very clear. You can see the characters on it carefully: 14Z096.

Half a month ago.

"Did the inner ghost caught?"

The hand on the table was opening the video, and the people over there did not show up, only a pair of slender legs and a white cotton drag under the feet were visible.

Oh, the photos on the back cabinet are also in the lens, but the distance is far away, not very clear.

"Not yet." Hua Jun sat at the table, a little hesitant, "There is a suspect."

The woman's voice was soft, speaking slowly, and she uttered three words flatly: "Resolve it."

"It's just a guess, not sure."

She chuckled lightly, seeming to think that the other party was naive, and asked, "Do you still need to confirm this kind of thing before doing it?"

Killing a thousand by mistake is better than letting go of one. This is the rule of the way.

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Ahao rushed in recklessly: "Brother Hua——"

Hua Jun turned his head, then closed his hand with a snap, his face became cold on the spot, and he cursed, "You **** don't know knocking on the door?"

A Hao didn't care, scratching his head, he smiled and apologized: "I'm sorry, Brother Hua."

142096.

He saw the number on the photo in the video.

It is almost the end of the year, and the weather is getting more and more severe. Last week, the premiere in the Opera House was suspended halfway. Feng Guiding Planning Company requested that it be rerun within half a month, the sooner the better.

"boss Zhang."

The secretary knocked on the door and came in and put the papers on the desk: "This is the plan for the premiere."

Zhang Zixi turned two pages casually without looking carefully: "I will give you an answer tonight." She put down the papers, took her bag and got up.

The secretary smiled and asked, "Do you want to go out?"

"Well, there is a classmate meeting."

The location of the classmates chose Luo’s hotel, not far from Zhang Zixi’s company, and it only takes ten minutes to drive. But this point is the rush hour, and the parking space is hard to find. She went around to find a space.

The car had just stopped and was rear-ended with a bang.

The collision was not light, she knocked her forehead on the steering wheel, and got out of the car after a while and walked to the back of the car.

The opponent is driving off-road.

Zhang Zixi looked at the driver and laughed, "It's you."

Qiao Nanchu got out of the car, his gaze swept lightly, and landed on her red forehead: "Hurt?"

Zhang Zixi had just come from the company, with light makeup on his face, and smiled generously and gently: "It's not in the way." She joked, "Last time I rear-ended, this time it was you. It was even."

Qiao Nanchu walked to the rear of the car and glanced at it a few times: "The collision was a bit serious. Call someone to the trailer. I will see you off when it's over."