Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Does 017 have any special abilities?"

"I don't know. In the laboratory, we are all locked in different places. I only saw him a few times during the blood transfusion." She added, "There was also an explosion."

She doesn't remember the details, only remember that there was a drug rejection in 017. After a long time in critical condition, a doctor drew her blood and infused it on 017.

Since then, she has often been blood drawn.

"Are you sure it's Xiao Yunsheng?" Jiang Zhi frowned, as if uneasy.

Zhou Xufang shook her head, and she couldn't be sure: "Not only the eighteenth women have changed, but boys grow up and they are very different." She thought about it five years ago, "Xiao Yunsheng is so good-looking, 017 doesn't seem so good-looking. "

017 It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not. What's important is-for the second time, Zhou Xufang praised Xiao Yun for growing well.

"He looks good with me?"

These words sounded cool and whizzing.

Jiang Zhi is not a person who likes to compare, nor does he like to be praised by others about his appearance. After all, for any mature man, there are many things that are more important than appearance. Paradoxically, Xu Fang is the most important for him this week. This means that he must care about his face, because Zhou Xufang likes to look good.

Zhou Xufang, who was shocked by the cold air: "No."

Her expression was so sincere as to swear to the sky: "You look the best." She gave a thumbs up, an honest and honest veteran, "Jiang Zhi is the best in the world."

Jiang Zhi, the most beautiful in the world, pulled her into the car and put down the pink curtain she liked.

five minutes later--

Zhou Xufang: "Little hooligan!"

Zhou Xufang: "Little spooky!"

Zhou Xufang: "Little pervert!"

Even though she swears like this, if she doesn't bully Jiang Xiaogang Xiao Erguixiao pervert, Jiang Xiaogang Xiao Erguixiao pervert can't have the ability to put her in the co-pilot.

Jiang Zhi: "Well, what are you talking about."

Jiang Zhi: "Don't move."

Zhou Xufang: "Humph!"

The next day, it was fine.

The body of Luo Changde has not been recovered yet, and the traffic brigade said two words to the family: mourning.

No one cried.

Cheng Tie of the Criminal Investigation Team said: How hateful it was in his lifetime, how sad it would be when he died, so sad that there was not even a crying person.

Nine o'clock, TV station.

"Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Qing asked someone from a professional errand company to gather information.

"did you find it?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "I found the servant who worked in the Luo family."

Zhou Qingrang sat on the sofa with the crutches beside him. He was wearing black formal clothes, he didn't like to smile, and his eyes were deserted: "Is there any news from my sister?"

"Except for the Luo family, no one knows the whereabouts of Miss Zhou." The middle-aged man took out a document from the black leather briefcase. "Moreover, Miss Zhou gave birth to a boy that year."

Zhou Qingmeng eloped with someone, but was abandoned a year later and gave birth to a boy.

This is a rumor at the time.

"Where is that child?" Is it still alive?

"I was born in Luo's family and didn't go to the hospital. The person delivering the baby was the wife of the housekeeper Tang Guangji."

Zhou Qingrang asked: "He Xiangxiu?"

The man nodded: "She should know where the child is." Paused, "However, eight years ago, when Tang Guangji was killed in the Luo family fire, He Xiangxiu was insane."

Except for He Xiangxiu and Luo's family, no one knows the whereabouts of the child.

This incident is the biggest secret of the Luo family.

"Anchor Zhou."

"Anchor Zhou."

The colleague at the door called him a few words, and he responded.

"Anchor Zhou." The colleague knocked on the door again.

Zhou Qing returned to his senses: "What's the matter?"

The colleague said: "Someone is looking for you outside." He is a young male colleague, who likes to tease people, his eyes are very playful, "He is a young and beautiful girl."

Zhou Qing let him sit in the wheelchair on crutches and pushed the wheels out of the lounge.

The beautiful young girl is standing next to the information desk of the TV station now, tiptoeing eagerly.

Behind, someone shouted: "Sound."

It was Lu Sheng, because she didn’t go to the company today. She didn’t wear professional attire. Not only did she wear a beautiful lace skirt. The makeup was light but delicate. Even the nails were made in the same color as the skirt. system.

She turned around and saw an acquaintance: "Uncle Xu."

The Uncle Xu in her mouth was about fifty, tall, thin, and gentle in appearance with glasses. The staff at the information desk next to him met with someone and shouted "Xu Tai".

Xu Jinlin and Lu Sheng’s parents are good friends, because they work on the TV station and are unmarried. They are very young and have a very good relationship with Lu Sheng: "Why are you free to come to the TV station?"

She said it was a private matter.

"Private business." Xu Jinlin pierced through with a smile, "find it?"

Lu Sheng: Is it so obvious?

Xu Jinlin is a person here, so I can't see it: "Last time you asked me to transfer him back to the stage, I saw the signs."

Zhou Qing let the Luo family offend that time and was transferred to the radio station as a night anchor. Within a few days, the little girl invited him to have tea and gave Zhou Qing to a round corner to praise Zhou Qing. It basically meant that if Zhou Qing was not allowed to return to the TV station, the news network would lose a large number of loyal viewers.

Lu Sheng has a reason: "I am his fan."

These days, fans of news anchors can't find them with lanterns.

Xu Jinlin ignored the fans and said: "You have to hurry up, Qing Rang is very popular in the stage."

Popular? !

The little girl, who is always in the shopping malls, is anxious, and blurted out: "Who else is thinking about him?" I see who dares!

Xu Jinlin laughed loudly: "Aren't you a fan?"

It's a fan, a fan who wants to be top.

Since he didn't confess to himself, Lu Sheng stopped hiding: "Don't tell my parents first." For fear of the elders' misunderstanding, she said clearly, "I'll talk about it when I chase people down."

Yes, the little girl was smashed.

At this time, the elevator door opened.

Lu Sheng's eyes lit up immediately, put his hands on his back, and waved at Xu Jinlin: "Uncle Xu, go quickly, Zhou Qing is here, don't say you know me."

Can't let Zhou Qing know that she interfered with his work.

Xu Jinlin teased her deliberately, but didn't leave: "Why can't you say it?"

He is the director of a TV station, how can he be so unstable.

With a steady expression on the steady Lu Sheng's face, he asked in a steady tone: "This gentleman, are you talking to me?"

Unsteady Mr. Xu: "..."

Zhou Qingrang's wheelchair had been pushed over. He first saw Xu Jinlin standing in front of Lu Sheng, and shouted politely: "Xu Tai."

Zhou Qing made him considerate to everyone on weekdays, but he was not close to anyone.

It's really a piece of ice, but I don't know if I can cover it.

"This little girl, I'm looking for you." Xu Jinlin said, vacating the ground and leaving first.

Zhou Qing asked to push the wheelchair over: "Miss Lu."

Good to see the outside.

Lu Sheng unnaturally brushed the short hair in his ear, a little nervous, and licked his lips: "Do you remember my name?"

He nodded and said, "Lu Sheng."

Sounds like an explosion!

Lu Sheng is in the late stage of voice control. She has heard countless sweet voices, but none of them are like Zhou Qingrang. They are obviously very warm, but they always seem to be cool.

There is one comment on Zhou Qingrang on the Internet, and Lu Sheng agrees with it. This is what he said: Any word Zhou Qingrang reads will make people feel that he is telling a very sad story.

Lu Sheng was fascinated by his voice, so fascinated that as long as she listened like this, she wanted to rush to hug him and kiss him.

"Well, it's called Lu Sheng." She said.

She didn't like Miss Lu's name, she sounded like someone from two worlds.

Zhou Qing let her understand what she meant: "Are you here to get an umbrella?"

She nodded, and then explained, "I just passed by here."

The weather was just right, and she just thought of him, and just wanted to see him.