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Because he skipped class the day before yesterday afternoon, Chong Yan didn't even know that there was any homework.After he got home, he was busy contacting Hai Qingtian again. He spent the whole night thinking about plots and tricks, and forgot about the school thing.The next morning, when he was drowsily leaning against the last row of desks in the classroom and planning to go back to sleep, a blind-eyed child finally appeared to trouble him.

"Hello, classmate." The clear male voice called out unhappy: "Student, where's your homework?" He knocked on Chongyan's desk while shouting.

Chong Yan's head was pressed on his arms, and he was already in the position to fall asleep. Now he was woken up by someone, feeling unhappy, "What homework?"

Standing next to his desk was a fair and clean little boy with delicate features and well-behaved eyes.Chong Yan guessed that the child must have worn two or three bars on his arm when he was in elementary school.This is the obedient brand student that the teacher likes.

The little boy saw the impatience in Chong Yan's eyes, and was a little unhappy, "Homework. The class representative wrote it on the blackboard before school yesterday."

"Oh," Chong Yan slipped through the back door before four o'clock, and he didn't know what the class representative wrote on the blackboard, so he said nonsense, "Yesterday I didn't feel well, I went home early, and I didn't see the class representative leaving homework. "

The little boy looked at him suspiciously, "Have you asked the teacher for leave?"

Chong Yanxin said that this little bastard had a lot of shit, "I didn't have time to ask for leave. My stomach hurts, so I just left."

The little boy was a little bit at a loss. Although Chong Yan looked about his age, but for some reason, talking to this person gave the illusion that he was talking to an adult.

"Okay then," the little boy reluctantly nodded, "I'll tell the teacher, but next time I want to leave school, I have to ask the teacher for leave."

Chong Yan watched him turn around with a smile on his face, then his face sank, and he continued to sleep with his arms on his head.He remembered that this little boy seemed to be the class monitor, but he didn't remember what his name was.But this kid's family background should be good. He saw the pair of sneakers on his feet when Li Rong was shopping with him a few days ago, and the price was above four figures.There is also the sports watch protruding from the sleeve of the school uniform. He had seen the same brand on Li Yanlin's arm in his previous life.

The most worrying thing in Chong Yan's life is what relationship he has with the Li family. Now he thinks that this kid might belong to the class of Li Yanqi and Li Yanlin, and he might even know them, so he feels a little uncomfortable.Looking at the gentle face of that child, I also feel that it is not so pleasing to the eye.But because I looked at the child twice more, I remembered his name.He is the monitor of Chong Yan's class, named Qin Dong'an.

The worst thing is, Chong Yan found that the seat of this obedient student was right next to him.The two of them are the tallest in the class, so the teacher arranged them together in the last row.As the monitor of class one and three, Qin Dong'an naturally didn't sleep in class. Not only did he not sleep by himself, but he also devoted part of his attention to supervise Chongyan with a sense of responsibility. Chongyan was really miserable.

Being woken up by Qin Dongan for the nth time, Chong Yan became irritable, "Are you fucking finished?"

Qin Dongan said without raising his head while writing notes: "Student, it's wrong to sleep in class. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to sleep at home? What are you doing at school?"

Chong Yan rolled his eyes, thinking that whether I sleep or not has something to do with you?

A few girls in the front row secretly looked back. It seemed that the bickering between the two handsome guys in the class amused them, and they whispered to each other while watching.Chong Yan was really annoyed, he was not really 17 years old, when would the days of hanging out with a bunch of kids all day long be the end?

Qin Dongan tapped his desktop with the pen in his hand, "The mid-term exam is coming soon, and the teacher said that this semester's grades are related to the sophomore class. I heard that the school will divide into fast and slow classes."

When he said this, Chong Yan also remembered that there was still a problem with the arts and sciences after finishing the first year of high school.He is not interested in memorizing things, so naturally he still wants to study science.Children with good grades are generally honest and responsible, and they can live a more comfortable life without anyone making trouble in the class.

Qin Dong'an saw that Chong Yan finally pulled himself together to attend the class, and a satisfied expression appeared on his small face.

Hai Qingtian is a professional, and Chongyan doesn't have high requirements for investigations, so he only asked him to find out the addresses and general situation of Li Yanqing's mother and son.So in less than a week, he sent the investigation report, and attached some recent photos at the end of the report.

"Have you seen it?" Hai Qingtian's voice seemed lazy, which did not fit Chongyan's image of a shrewd and capable detective at all, "The one walking down the stairs in the middle of the first photo is Li Yanqing, and the lady behind him is His mother lives with Zhang Mingyan. They live in Fuhua Villa Fourteen."

"Zhang Mingyan is a nurse?" Chong Yan looked at the elegant lady in the photo, and couldn't imagine what such a person would look like in a white coat.

"In the past, after Li Yanqing was born, she resigned and took care of the child full-time at home."

Chong Yan sat in front of the computer and flipped through the photos one by one. There was a photo of mother and son driving out together, a photo of Li Yanqing in the school library, and a photo of Li Chengyun taking their mother and son on vacation abroad.The last one was a photo of Zhang Mingyan and Li Yanqing participating in some outdoor activity. When Chong Yan saw the person next to them, he was dumbfounded.

"Who is that man?" Chong Yan asked Hai Qingtian, "The last photo is the one next to Zhang Mingyan."

A few seconds later, Hai Qingtian replied in an uncertain voice: "This man lives next door to their house, and I don't know the details. Do you want to investigate further?"

Chong Yan's finger holding the mouse kept trembling, "Okay. Find out the details of this person as soon as possible."

"I'll look for this person's information first, and wait for my call."

After Chong Yan hung up the phone, he realized that there was a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and his whole body felt a sense of powerlessness like a collapse.

The man in the photo is called Zhang He. He met him when he was 19 years old. He was honored as "teacher" because of his profound knowledge and guidance in life.He taught Chong Yan how to handle the complex world with ease, how to turn defeat into victory when the Li brothers squeezed him out, how to step down everyone step by step...but now he finds that this person actually knows him I knew Li Yanqing's mother and son before...

Is this intentional or just a coincidence?

Will this person hide something from himself?In other words, was it possible that Li Yanqing's mother and son had instructed him to appear by his side?The intentions of Li Yanqing's mother and son are easy to guess, but what kind of identity is Zhang He in this?If the acquaintance between him and Chongyan in the previous life was intentional by Zhang He, then what was he doing for it?

Chong Yan felt horrified when he thought that this man who was always standing by his side pointing him could be wearing another face.

Zhang He, the owner of a chemical factory, is a widower, and soon after returning to China, he has a house near the Workers' Stadium.Chong Yan gathered the information he knew in the previous life and sent it to Hai Qingtian.Now he wonders how much of the information that Zhang He deliberately revealed to him in his last life is true?

Chong Yan was not a character who could easily trust people, but the timing of Zhang He's appearance was too coincidental, and he saved him once from the brothers of the Li family as soon as he made a move. Jang Hyuk made suggestions for himself again and again and gave him more pointers in various aspects... If all this is carefully planned, then...

So how lucky was he in his last life to be able to climb to the highest throne of the Li family when he had both opponents in the open and enemies in the dark?If Zhang He really had a relationship with Li Yanqing, what kind of mood did he have when he watched him step down the Li family including Li Yanqing one by one?

Chong Yan is now eager to know what kind of relationship he had with Li Yanqing before Zhang He found him?Is there any deal here?If so, what went wrong in the previous life that made Zhang He give up on Li Yanqing at the last moment?

"How many landmines were buried under my feet in my previous life?" Chong Yan asked himself, "How many were buried by the man standing behind me?"

"The timing of Li Yanqing's appearance is not right," Chong Yan recalled the situation in his previous life, and he was particularly impressed by this point. "Does this mean that he did not get Zhang He's support at that time?"

"But in the photo, he and Zhang Mingyan's mother and son get along very well, not like ordinary friends. I don't believe that he just happened to know them."

"Well, they know it, there is no doubt about it. But to what extent they know it is a question we care about. And this question needs to be investigated by Hai Qingtian."

"I know. I just..."

"Stop thinking about it. Anyway, those are things from the previous life."

"I'm just... just a little scared..."

Chong Yan didn't want to admit it at all, and when he thought of such a fatal uncertainty around him, and he knew nothing about it, he felt hairy.

He thought he was an old fox, but now it seems that he is still far behind.

Chong Yan nestled on the sofa restlessly, his feet were still dangling on the coffee table in boredom.This is a seemingly very lazy posture, but only he knows how anxious he is.Chong Yan found that he was 17 again, maybe because he didn't have any hole cards in his hand, his psychological quality had obviously deteriorated, and his patience was not as good as before. People in their thirties should be calm and calm.

Although his appearance is just a little boy with not fully grown hair.

He still remembers sitting on the negotiating table and dealing with his opponent without changing his face, striving for his own interests inch by inch, with a clear mind and order, forcing the opponent to vomit blood.How exhilarating is that...

MD, it is said that when you have nothing to do, you start to recall the past, which is a sign that a person is starting to grow old.

Chong Yan dug out the cigarette case and lighter he hid there from behind the sofa cushion, hesitated for a moment, took out one, lit it, put it between his lips and took a deep breath.The conscience of heaven and earth, he actually thought about quitting smoking. This teenage body doesn't have much addiction to smoking, and he might quit after a while.But the habit of many years is really not easy to change, and when he thinks that he will not be able to spare time to talk to himself when he has a cigarette in his mouth, Chong Yan feels that smoking a few cigarettes is not a big deal .Which is more serious, smoking a small cigarette or having a psychotic attack?

Didn't the ancients say that the lesser of two evils is the one to choose.

Chong Yan was squinting his eyes and looking at the circles of his eyes in a daze, when the phone on his lap started buzzing and vibrating, which startled him, and he quickly grabbed the phone in his hand, ignoring the long string of numbers on the screen , directly clicked on the connection, and asked impatiently: "How is it?"

There was an eerie silence on the other end of the phone.

Chong Yan looked at the number on the screen suspiciously, it looked familiar, as if he had seen it before.But Hai Qingtian is like a cunning rabbit, he doesn't know how many mobile phones are in his pocket at the same time, and it's normal to have numbers he doesn't know.

"Hey?"

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to let out a sigh of relief, "Chong Yan?"