"Thank you." After getting the clue, Luo Jiang thanked her, pulled Wei Linqiang and left.

But when she found the place the peddler said, she didn't ask anything.

"I've said it all. She didn't say anything when she left, and I didn't hear her talk about the purpose of this place. How do we know where she went?"

"Then there must be monitoring. I need to know if she has come back? Or which direction she went when she went out." Luo Jiang still did not give up.

The boss didn't seem to want to get entangled with Luo Jiang, and kept perfunctory Luo Jiang, "We don't know if you are real sisters, you can transfer as you say, it is very troublesome to retrieve the records, and there is nothing to find out."

Wei Linqiang was not as easy-talking as Luo Jiang. She put her long legs on the table and stared at her with contempt, "Okay, let's go to the police station to call the police. My friend's sister has been lost for so long. Maybe something dangerous happened, but as the boss, your guest hasn’t come back and you don’t know how to intervene. Now that the guest’s relatives are here, you still have to doubt the identity of the other party. You have no spirit of contract, and you don’t know if the matter is exposed. Is this store open enough?"

It has to be said that Wei Linqiang's intimidation was extremely effective, and the boss immediately led the two of them to the computer room.

Sometimes Luo Jiang admires Wei Linqiang, because although the other party is a ghost, he lives like a human being and knows more about the rules and ways of the world than she does. Hey, comparison is a devil.

Surveillance records showed that Luo Fu did not return to the hotel, and the destination was not clear, only a general direction, so this trip was basically worthless. When leaving, Luo Jiang handed over money and asked the people in the hotel not to move the room stuff in. After explaining several times, he left with confidence.

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family.

"My dad said he didn't remember. Grandma was sleeping all afternoon, and finally woke up for a while. When my brother asked about the backyard, he was scolded." Ting Siri felt embarrassed that he couldn't help.

Luo Jiang cast her eyes on Jinwei, Jinwei bit her lip and shook her head, "I believe Miss Zhaodi, she probably doesn't understand the situation."

Wei Linqiang threw the apple in her hand, "It's not good to cover up."

Jin Wei looked at Wei Linqiang and said firmly, "I didn't cover it up. Even if she detects something, she won't do any harm."

Chapter 107

Jin Wei came to Ting Zhaodi's door and found that the door was unlocked, so she pushed the door open and went in. Ting Zhaodi's room was very simple, without fancy decorations or miscellaneous posters. It was clean and organized, so to speak. It was clear at a glance, but Jin Wei always felt that something was missing. After thinking for a while, she finally figured out what it was—warmth.

The layout of a person's room can reflect her personality. Standing in this room, Jin Wei only felt deserted. Thinking of this, she smiled self-deprecatingly. Isn't her own room like this? Simple bookshelf, used for learning The desk, the bottles and jars of cosmetics and skin care products that should be there can’t be seen, the two people who look warm and friendly, are completely lonely and shallow in their bones, she called Ting Zhaodi twice, but no one answered, Walking to the balcony, he unexpectedly saw Ting Zhaodi smoking.

Ting Zhaodi was really taken aback by Jin Wei's sudden appearance. After she saw the person coming, she no longer hid her hand behind her back.But the current situation still filled the air with a hint of embarrassment.

In the end, it was Ting Zhaodi who spoke first: "You also have to tell me, is it because girls don't love themselves or learn well when they smoke?"

Only then did Jin Wei regain her senses and shook her head: "No, it's just that I didn't think of it."

In her memory, this elder sister has always been generous and decent, and studies hard, and is a role model among girls of her generation.

"Sis, when did you start smoking?"

Hearing Jinwei's question, Ting Zhaodi was full of melancholy, and took another deep puff of the cigarette, "In high school, I quit intermittently in the middle, but it didn't work."

Jin Wei looked at the burning cigarette butts, in this dark environment, like a wintersweet blooming alone, she smiled slightly, and said: "Smoking is not good for your health."

Ting Zhaodi smiled softly, extinguished the cigarette butt, and threw it fiercely on the balcony, "I don't know how to relieve negative emotions other than smoking."

"How come? You can tell me if you are unhappy, or you can tell your family or friends that you don't have to smoke."

Ting Zhaodi sighed, "You don't understand, a person like me can only be a tree hole for others, but others can't bear any of my emotions. I have known since I was a child that my parents love my younger brother. I can only try my best to be well-behaved and sensible, and I will do what I can to do the big and small things in the family, in order to get a compliment from my parents and say hello, but all their eyes are on my younger brother, who is the first one at home The question was about my younger brother, who failed the exam and the whole family comforted me. As for me, no one cares about whether I am good or not. I have learned to read the emotions of adults since I was a child, so I don’t compete with my brother for food, I don’t compare clothes with my classmates, and I don’t spend money. I never asked for much money, and I never took the initiative to buy toys like a baby. I remember that one year I wanted to learn to dance, but the cost was very high and I didn’t dare to ask my family. I was afraid that it was something that had nothing to do with learning. Secretly saving money, peeking at the door of the dance classroom every day, the dancing girls are so beautiful, they are talking and laughing, stretching their bodies while wiping their sweat, as if it is another world. I am looking forward to how soon, I I will become one of them. Money is really hard to save. My pocket money is not much, and the New Year’s money has to be handed over. I have saved for a year just for the first month’s expenses, but when I am careful When I was about to talk to my other half, my younger brother told my parents that he wanted to buy a guitar. I knew his character very well. He was a 3-minute hot topic. My parents didn’t agree at first, but they couldn’t stand my brother’s fuss. Come to mediate, I saw my younger brother holding a newly bought guitar, and couldn’t help crying in bed at night, why does it have to be sweets for children who can cry? Why do sensible children have to work so hard.”

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