Seven's secret

He Kuan watched Murong Qing's car drive away, and said to himself sourly, "Old man Wu may be some relative of your family who has been lost for many years after taking away such good things..."

Someone behind him laughed softly.

He Kuan thought it was some staff member in the store, turned around with a stern face, and was about to say a few words, when he saw a young man lazily walking down the steps with a delicate wooden box in his hand.The man was wearing a leather jacket and short boots, with fresh mud stains on the boots, as if he had just gone through a long journey.The handsome brows and eyes are slightly tired, but they can't hide the unruly meaning in the eyes.

He Kuan looked at this man, his expression became even more sour, "Why did Mr. Bo come to my small shop? Where did you just come from? Don't go somewhere to sneak attack on animals?"

The man laughed, looked over He Kuan's shoulders, and looked in the direction where the Wrangler left, "When did you meet?"

He Kuan looked at him warily, "Don't make foolish ideas. He is a decent person."

The man gave him a sideways look, with a disdainful expression on his face, "Am I, Bo Yan, such a worthless person?"

He Kuan wanted to say that you really are, but he didn't say it after thinking about it.Although Bo Yan and him have known each other since childhood, it's hard to say how close their relationship is.But they are both natives of Binhai, and they can't see each other in the business field, so there is no need to make the relationship too rigid.

Bo Yan looked at him with deep meaning, "Don't you mean something by yourself?"

He Kuan snorted, "Old Man Wu treats him like his own grandson. If you're not afraid of being scolded by him, just rush forward."

Bai Yan looked at him suspiciously, "Why did you bring out Old Wu to scare me?"

He Kuan didn't answer the conversation, seeing the wooden box in his hand, he knew that this person must have come to book the New Year's banquet, and by the way, wished himself an early year.Bai Yan handed over the things in his hand, and said with a smile: "Harmony makes money, and harmony makes money, do you understand? Now, a friend brought back from France, and I will give you two bottles of the wine made in his own estate. "

He Kuan took the wooden box and opened it to have a look. There were two bottles of red wine lined up side by side. They were not the brands he was usually familiar with. He guessed that this was another stepping stone. Open word of mouth.He Kuan didn't point it out, and thanked him with a smile.

Bo Yan continued, "Is that one from the Northwest Murong family?"

He Kuan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that this person's mind was still wandering around Murong Qing.Murong Qing looks good, it is inevitable to attract attention.Every time he came to his store, the little waiters inside and out all had peach blossoms in their eyes. He and Mr. Wu often joked with him about this.But just kidding, the relationship between this child and Ling Dongzhi of Zhuangzhou is at stake, and He Kuan also regards Murong Qing as one of his own, so he really doesn't want Murong Qing to provoke a man like Bo Yan.

Bai Yan smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. Actually, I've met him before, but I didn't catch up with him. He's in the antique business, right?"

He Kuan's heart sank slightly, "This man's surname is indeed Murong, but it shouldn't matter what family you mentioned. Where did you meet him?"

Bai Yan smiled but did not answer.

He Kuan looked at him, feeling a little irritable in his heart, but pretended to be calm, "Since when have you ever been short of someone around you, Young Master Bai? Why bother with a child from a good family?"

Bai Yan gave him a sideways look, with a smile that was not a smile, "Old He, when did I use unscrupulous means when I was looking for someone?"

When He Kuan heard what he said, the tense nerve in his heart relaxed inexplicably.Bo Yan has no moral integrity, but this person thinks very highly of himself, and he has never heard of anyone playing dirty tricks with him—the main reason is that this person is well-off, his family has been in the jewelry business for generations, and he treats everyone around him very well. People are willing to spend money, so wherever Fan Baishao appears, there must be a group of little white faces rushing up one after another, and he doesn't need to make any fuss with anyone.

To put it bluntly, Bo Yan is just a spoiled playboy, if someone really doesn't fall for his bait, he won't do anything to them.Because he has always put his airs too high, he is reluctant to lower his figure for someone.Thinking of this, He Kuan felt a little more at ease, but this matter is big or small, he thought he should remind Xiao Qi, a silly child, that he should not be fooled by someone easily .

He Kuan smiled at Bai Yan, "What are you talking about, by the way, last time you said how many tables would be reserved for the fifth day of the Lunar New Year?"

For lunch on New Year's Eve, there is no leftover. Murong Qing and Mr. Pei discussed and made stir-fried bacon with garlic sprouts, stir-fried lettuce and steamed eggs with green clams. When the bowl came out with the cut fruits, I saw Pei Rong leaning on the sofa and lazily rubbing his stomach.

The feeling of people staying on their own territory is probably different from usual. Murong Qing felt that since Pei Rong returned home, he looked relaxed, like a big leopard with its paws folded, crooked on the ground. On the sofa, my eyes almost narrowed.After staying in the hospital these days, a lot of the bandages on his body were removed, and the scars and bruises on his body were also exposed, making people feel pitiful at first glance.

Murong put down the fruit plate lightly, and sat down opposite him, "Shall I help you back to the room and lie down for a while?"

Pei Rongzhi raised his eyelids and glanced at him lazily, "Don't go back, it's warm here."

Murong laughed lightly.The houses here are heated uniformly. How big is the temperature difference between the bedroom and the living room?He was just too full to move.

Pei Rong looked at him and laughed too.He remembered that he was still pondering why Murong Qing never smiled, and now his wish was fulfilled.

The afternoon sun shone warmly through the glass windows, and firecrackers sounded outside from time to time, and the atmosphere of the New Year quietly permeated the air.Murong Qing felt that this was the quietest Spring Festival he had ever had, but it happened to be more pleasant than any previous year.

"Where's Mr. Pei?" Murong asked him lightly.

Pei Rong pouted in the direction of the study, "Grandpa Liu is calling, and the two old men are chatting."

Grandpa Liu is a former colleague of Mr. Pei, and it is said that the friendship can be traced back to 30 or [-] years ago.Murong Qing met him before, he was a gentle old man, he was happy with everyone, he was more like a university professor than Pei Lao.

"Happy New Year?" Murong Qing was surprised, "Isn't it too early? Did they do this before?"

Pei Rong smiled and said, "Even if it's not New Year's Eve, they still call every day. They're all retired at home, aren't they lonely?"

Murong Qing glanced at the half-covered study door, and quietly asked Pei Rong, "Now Mr. Pei is not here, can you tell me how you got hurt?" Murong Qing had been curious about this question for a long time, he felt that Pei Rong's injuries were It seems to be caused by someone else's hands.In the past, when we were in Pinganji, a salesman driving a cart came to the town to do business. He accidentally startled his horse and was dragged by the horse for half a street. When he was rescued, half his life was gone. His injury was very similar to that of Pei Rong.

Pei Rong looked at him silently, put his hands together in front of his chest, and drew a ball shape, then waved it to the side, and said a monosyllable "bang" from his mouth.

Murong lightly widened his eyes.

With a smile in his eyes, Pei Rong raised a finger to his mouth and let out a soft "shh".

Murong Qing's heart skipped a beat, he never thought that those thrilling scenes in TV movies would be so close to his own life.He used to think that living in the city was safer, but now it seems that Pei Rong's job is not much safer than being dragged across the street by a startled horse.

Pei Rong probably also realized that his words were a little frightening, so he quickly comforted him and said: "This is just an accident. Really, it doesn't happen like this usually... Isn't this a coincidence. Besides, earth bombs are not powerful. real."

Pei Rong's words combined with his own assumptions scared Murong Qing enough, and his face turned pale.

Pei Rong originally wanted to beautify his career, but just as he was about to speak, he remembered that he would report to the SWAT team after the Chinese New Year.Compared with the criminal police team, the degree of danger of the special police team is probably a few levels higher.There is no point in sweet talk now, Murong Qing has been in contact with him for a long time, and she will know in the future.

Murong calmed down lightly, "Are there many such cases...?"

Pei Rong turned his head and glanced at the direction of the study, lowered his voice and whispered, "It's hard to say this kind of thing. But Xiao Qi, I'm probably going to the SWAT team after the Chinese New Year."

Murong Qing didn't really understand what kind of unit the SWAT team was. When Qingshu said he wanted to join the SWAT team, he only thought that this title sounded very grand.But now looking at Pei Rong's injuries, he suddenly felt that his previous thoughts were very naive and ridiculous.

Pei Rong looked at him very seriously, and his voice was as low as a whisper in the afternoon living room, "Xiaoqi, everyone knows some professions... Well, it's not so ideal. But if it's not ideal, someone has to do it."

Murong Qing was speechless, he really wanted to say that other people can do it too, why must it be you?But he has no position to say such a thing.He is only Pei Shengwu's disciple, and has no kinship with Pei Rong.

Murong swallowed with difficulty, "Do your parents agree?" He remembered that Mr. Pei said that Pei Rong's parents were both from the military department, and they were currently working in the military region in the southwest.

Pei Rong thought for a while, "I don't know."

Murong said lightly, what kind of answer is this called?

"It's true," Pei Rong showed a somewhat helpless look on his face, "They are all busy people, so they don't have the time to take care of me. After all this, I haven't been back to see Grandpa for almost five years."

They didn't come back to see me either.Pei Rong added in his heart.

Murong Qing felt incredible, "Don't you usually call?"

Pei Rong shrugged, "Secret base? They are the only ones going out. How can people outside find them?"

Murong Qing didn't know what to say.He felt that from the standpoint of a child, Pei Rong should be blaming his parents.But from the perspective of an outsider like him, a pair of parents who are busy with work is better than being separated from each other without even seeing their parents like him.

"Didn't you just say it yourself?" Murong Qing hesitated, and said softly: "Some occupations are not so ideal. But if they are not ideal, someone needs to do them."

Confused by what he just said, Pei Rong looked at the man sitting on the opposite sofa with an innocent face, but his words seemed to be deliberately finding fault. After a long time, he lowered his head and laughed muffled. stand up.

Murong looked at him anxiously, "What I said...isn't it right?"

Pei Rong smiled and shook his head, and opened his arms towards him, "Could you come over and let me hug you? Dear Xiao Qi, I really have to thank you for the couple of workaholics in my family."

Murong Qing's face was flushed red, and then turned a little pale again, and his eyes drifted away unconsciously, not daring to look at him again, "There's nothing to be thankful for..."

Pei Rong's arms hung down.There was still a smile in his eyes, but a faint sense of loss slipped across.