Mrs. Pei, you are married

Chapter 638 Which talkative betrayed him?
Hearing that Zhong Pingjun was gone, Fu Qianqian's face changed slightly.

But only slightly changed.

With Zhong Pingjun's identity, if he was taken away before, the possibility of being kidnapped is relatively high. After all... The Zhong family is quite rich, and Mr. Zhong is more fond of Zhong Pingjun. To a certain extent, his identity has been compromised. Human eyes are also possible.

However, Zhong Pingjun is not the only one of him. He is also the leader of the Yasha of the mysterious organization. The chances of those kidnappers trying to kill Yasha are very small. I am afraid that after they kidnap him, they will be killed instead.

Let her find Zhong Pingjun?Fu Qianqian frowned.

She didn't know how to answer Zhen Yang.

Zhong Pingjun is a kind of killer from a mysterious organization. She is on the opposite side of him. The first thing the two of them saw each other was to kill each other. What's more, Zhong Pingjun also protected the murderer who killed the Black Hawk commando. The murderer Gingshuang.

If Zhong Pingjun died because of this, it would be the military's heart disease.

Fu Qianqian reminded Zhen Yang: "Xiao Yang, you should know his identity. He... is not a fellow traveler with us. Even if something really happened to him, he will be fine."

"But, if he's fine, he should be back after he disappeared for half a year."

Zhen Yang's words made Fu Qianqian frowned again.

That's right, if Zhong Pingjun is fine, he should be back now, not because he has been missing for half a year.

Fu Qianqian pursed her lower lip lightly: "That...is also his own business."

Zhen Yang: "..."

Alas, Fu Qianqian has already said so, it seems that it is impossible for him to ask Fu Qianqian to help find Zhong Pingjun.

When Zhen Yang was disappointed, Fu Qianqian frowned slightly, clenched his hands slightly, and looked in the direction of Zhong's house again.

Where did Zhong Pingjun go missing?

She laughed to herself.

Zhong Pingjun is just a killer, and where he goes has nothing to do with her.

After a while, the lunch was served on the table under the shed. Seeing Fu Qianqian and Zhen Yang still standing on the balcony, Mr. Fu shouted warmly: "Qianqian, Xiaoyang, come here quickly, it's time to eat."

Fu Qianqian and Zhen Yang heard Mr. Fu's call, they came over and sat down.

When Fu Qianqian came over, Pei Ye clearly saw a worried expression on Fu Qianqian's face, and when Fu Qianqian sat down, Pei Ye asked her with concern.

"Qianqian, what's wrong?"

Fu Qianqian raised her head in a daze, and met Pei Ye's visiting eyes. She felt inexplicably guilty, and then shook her head at Pei Ye.

"I am fine."

Pei Ye looked at Fu Qianqian's face carefully.

It's just that although Fu Qianqian is outspoken, she still hides some things that she wants to hide deeply, so that others will not easily notice them. If she doesn't want to say something, others can't force her.

Pei Ye, Fu Qianqian, and Zhen Yang accompanied him to eat, and Mr. Fu was very happy. During the meal, he let go of himself a little.

When the chopsticks in Mr. Fu's hand were about to pick up the chicken, Fu Qianqian next to him drove Mr. Fu's chopsticks away with a chopstick.

Seeing that the meat he was about to pinch was knocked off by Fu Qianqian just like that, Mr. Fu was a little anxious.

"Qianqian, you are eating well, why did you throw away my chicken?"

While eating, Fu Qianqian said casually, "Grandpa, did you go for the physical examination in the first half of this year? Has the physical examination report come out?"

When this question was mentioned, Mr. Fu's heart and scalp tightened subconsciously, and the expression on his face became a little unnatural.

"Uh, when we are eating, what are you doing about the medical examination? If there is anything, let's talk about it after eating!"

While talking, Mr. Fu stretched out his chopsticks again, wanting to put the piece of chicken he picked up just now into his bowl again.

But Mr. Fu's chopsticks had just reached halfway, when they were slapped away by Fu Qianqian again.

"Let's talk about your test results first." Fu Qianqian glanced at Mr. Fu's belly that was bigger than half a year ago: "I want to know your blood pressure, blood fat and glycemic index!"

Mr. Fu: "..."

Because Fu Qianqian's eyes were too sharp, Mr. Fu shrank his head subconsciously.

"Cough, Qianqian, isn't it good to mention these things during meals?"

Just as Mr. Fu finished speaking, Zhen Yang next to him had already opened his mouth to sell Mr. Fu.

"Sister Fu, let me tell you, although I don't understand what those data mean, but when grandpa got the medical report, I went with him. The doctor said that grandpa is a three-high."

Mr. Fu felt that Fu Qianqian's gaze became sharper, and he couldn't even hold the chopsticks in his hand and put them on the table. His heart was trembling for a while, and he didn't dare to look up to see Fu Qianqian's expression.

"Grandpa, what is the most taboo to eat in the three high schools?" Fu Qianqian said casually.

Mr. Fu swallowed at the chicken on the table: "Don't be high in oil, sugar, and salt."

Fu Qianqian snorted from his nose, and this sound made Mr. Fu tremble all over, causing the extra fat on his body to tremble twice because of his trembling.

"Heh, Grandpa, you still remember these taboos yourself. Now that you know, what were you doing just now?"

Mr. Fu looked at Fu Qianqian aggrievedly: "Aren't you happy today? Have a meal once in a while, can't you?"

"sure."

Mr. Fu grinned his lips in surprise: "Qianqian, you are really a good granddaughter of grandpa, I..."

As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks and prepared to attack the chicken.

But before he finished speaking, Fu Qianqian gave him a sideways glance: "Wait a minute, I only said half of what I just said."

"Qianqian, if we have anything to say, we can't wait until we finish eating. We have to say it now. Grandpa is hungry."

Fu Qianqian said in a calm tone: "I confirmed with the kitchen just now, Grandpa, you just said occasionally, it seems that every noon and night are high standards."

Mr. Fu: "..."

Which talkative betrayed him?

"Qianqian, how can you believe what they say? I am very well-behaved every day, and I definitely don't eat too much."

Fu Qianqian snorted through her nose.

"Yes? Well then, what are the facts? Let's call out the monitoring. After the monitoring is called out, we can naturally distinguish what is right from what is wrong."

Mr. Fu: "..."

He can still live if the surveillance is turned off. If Fu Qianqian sees the things he ate before, I am afraid that his situation will be even more difficult than now. Thinking of this, his scalp tingles for a while.

Mr. Fu, who has always wanted to fight for something to eat, is completely at a loss at this moment.

　No.17 more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)