Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Jiang Zhi sent Zhou Xufang to Yuquan Bay, it was almost half past nine.

As soon as she entered the community, Zhou Xufang heard someone calling her excitedly.

"Xu Fang."

"Xu Fang."

It's the old side of the guard room.

Zhou Xufang went to say hello: "Hello, Uncle Fang."

Lao Fang poked his head out of the window and smiled pleated like a daisy: "I've come back so late, you are a girl who is upset outside—" Then he noticed that there was a man beside the little girl, old Fang glanced at it, "This is?"

Zhou Xufang said generously: "This is my boyfriend."

Jiang Zhi nodded, neither close nor perfunctory.

The Lao Fang looked at Jiang Zhi with a kind smile: "Jian Zhi, right?"

"you know me?"

"Of course I met, the great director." The old Fang looked at Jiang Zhi, then at Zhou Xufang, like the old bustard who had just been sold out in the Goulan courtyard, "Oh, it's true."

Jiang Zhi loves to hear these words: "Thank you."

Lao Fang took out two fruit jellies and stuffed them into Zhou Xufang: "You take them and eat them."

She took it, thanked her obediently, and then went upstairs with Jiang Zhi.

Lao Fang looked at Na Deng's back from a distance, and sighed, "How great."

The fire that year burned the Luo family's flower shed clean, saying that the child was gone, but no one in the Luo family showed a little bit of grief.

All are indifferent, or all are on the sidelines.

Only the boy, the boy with poor health, took an ashes and went in to put a box of ashes out.

Only the young man, only he cried, holding the orange cat, holding the urn, sitting in the chaotic flower shed by the fire, and crying for a long time.

"I'm not good."

"I'm late……"

So many people, only him, only he is sad.

Thinking of this, Lao Fang sighed heavily and was melancholy. Someone behind him shouted: "Mr. Fang Dashun."

Lao Fang turned around: "I'm not Fang Dashun."

How many years has he changed his name!

"Then you are Mr. Fang Xiaoxi, right?" She walked out of the dim light, "I am Tang Xiang, Tang Guangji's daughter."

Tang Guangji...

When Lao Fang heard the name, his expression became wary: "What can you do with me?"

Tang wanted to come forward: "I want to ask about the Luo family fire."

He waved his hand, ‘I don’t know! How would I know! I don't know how you ask! The expression: "I am a firefighter, what else can I know."

Tang didn't rush to think about it, and took the words unhurriedly: "It just so happens that only you, the fireman knows what I want to ask."

This girl, come prepared.

Lao Fang put his hand behind his back: "What do you want to ask?"

"When you rescued Luo San from the fire, was she still alive?"

He didn't even think about it: "He died."

Lie.

That night, an ambulance clearly came.

Tang Xiang walked into the guard room and bowed, "Mr. Fang, my father was a victim of the fire. I came here today, not as the family of Luo, but as the family of the victim." She Take out a business card and put it on the table, "If you remember anything, please contact me."

It was night, moonlight and starry night.

Zhou Xufang had a dream in which there was a small bald head. He squatted behind the iron fence, holding a dog's tail grass in his hand. He squatted there for a long time, from three poles in the sun to the setting sun.

On the tree, the cicadas cried and stopped.

Under the tree, the little bald head holding the dog's tail grass was drowsy.

In the distance, someone shouted: "Luo San."

The sleeping little bald head immediately opened his eyes, and when he looked up, he saw a large expanse of sunset clouds on the horizon, as well as the youth under the sunset clouds.

Wearing white clothes and white shoes, the teenager walked out from the orange sunset: "What are you doing here squatting?"

The little bald head could not speak, and he held the dog's tail grass in his hand to him.

The young man seemed a little disgusted, but he accepted it. The setting sun fell into his eyes and smiled faintly: "Waiting for me?"

The little bald nodded.

He was waiting for him, he didn't know when he would come, so after waiting for three days, he would pick a large handful of dog's tail grass and wait here every day. He wanted to pick flowers for him, but the owner of the flower shed would beat him.

He can only pluck the dog's tail grass and give it to him.

The boy was born good-looking, holding a handful of dog's tail grass, so beautiful, he said: "Hands out."

The little bald head stretched out his hand, dirty.

He gave him a can of milk: "For you."

The little bald grinned.

Three cars were parked outside the fence, and someone in the car was shouting, "Brother Zhi."

"Brother Zhi."

"Jiangzhi!"

"What are you doing? Hurry up!"

It is the boy's companion, urging.

He turned his head dissatisfied and responded: "Xue Baoyi, what are you urging." Then he got up and said to the little bald head, "I just passed by and left."

He held the dog's tail grass in his hand, waved his hand, and left.

The little bald head grabbed the iron fence and pushed his head out desperately. The boy got into the car. He couldn't see it anymore, so he climbed onto the fence, and when the car moved away, he was holding the milk and giggling.

He looked around, no one opened his mouth and said the name of the boy.

"Jiang, weaving."

"Jiang, weaving."

The voice is hoarse, from jerky to skilled.

"Jianzhi."

"Jianzhi."

Zhou Xufang suddenly woke up from a dream, only to realize that his pillow was wet with tears.

She got up from the bed, sat there for a long time, went to the refrigerator and took a can of milk, opened it, and took a sip. When she lay back on the bed, she couldn't sleep anymore, with her eyes open, looking at the chandelier beside the bed, she said Jiang Zhi's name without a word.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Frosty called for her: "Tang wants to see the appraising doctor."

Zhou Xufang almost stayed up all night, with heavy eyelids and a nasal voice: "Did you find out what?"

"She tested a lot of people, but there is no parent-child relationship." Shuangjiang did not understand yet, "but why did she use your DNA for testing? Does she suspect that you are related to He Xiangxiu?" Tang wanted to take Zhou Xufang's DNA All the relatives in He Xiangxiu's hometown were compared.

Zhou Xufang was silent for a long time: "The Luo family said to the outside that Luo San is the child of He Xiangxiu's relatives. Tang thought he suspected that I was Luo San."

Frosty issued two exclamation marks.

Zhou Xufang's eyes darkened a little bit: "If Tang Xiang's guess is correct, it can explain one thing. The Luo family is false, and Luo San is not a child of He Xiangxiu's hometown. She is probably the Luo family." With his shoulders drooping, he sighed suddenly, "Frosty."

Frost: "Huh?"

Zhou Xufang's voice was dull and unhappy: "I doubt it now. I may be Luo San."

She has dreamed of the little bald head who can't speak many times. Last night, besides the little bald head, there was Jiang Zhi in the dream.

Perhaps that is not a dream.

She has memories of the attic of the Luo family. She is either a client or a bystander, and Tang Xiang is also checking her, all the clues are pointing in this direction.

Zhou Xufang continued to sigh, feeling very depressed: "But I'm not sure yet. I don't want to be a member of the Luo family."

At nine o'clock, there was no sun yet, and a large cloud of dark clouds covered the sky, and it was gloomy and gloomy, as if it were going to rain heavily. Tang wanted to park the car outside the nursing home and went to the ward with the box.

Xiao Qu changed the quilt inside: "Miss Tang is here."

"Where is my mother?"

"Xiaohui took her to the park."

Tang wanted to leave a box of small cakes for Xiao Qu on the table before leaving the ward.

Behind the sanatorium, there is a small park. Ms. He, who was sitting in a wheelchair, ran out of the wheelchair when she met her.

"Think about it!"

"Think about it!"

Ms. He was very happy and ran towards her.

Tang Xiang took her back into the wheelchair: "I brought you the walnut cake you like."

"You are spending money indiscriminately again." Although complaining, he held the walnut crisp box tightly in his hand.

Tang wanted Xiaohui to go first. She pushed Ms. He around in the park while pushing her wheelchair. Ms. He babbled along the way, silly holding the walnut crisp box, Tang wanted to ask her: "Why don't you eat it?"

"Wait until your dad comes back."

Ms. He's mental state is always good and bad, but now she is not sober.

She parked her wheelchair, walked to the front, squatted down, and asked casually, "Mom, where is Luo San?"

Ms. He frowned: "Where did she go?" She looked around, "Is she going to steal braised pork again?"

"This little fool is not afraid of being beaten, he even dared to steal meat."

Ms. He scolded the little idiot, got up from the wheelchair, and yelled to find Luo San.

Tang didn't want to stop him, and followed: "Mom, where are Luo San's parents?"

"Her mother," Ms. He stopped suddenly and whispered, "Her mother is locked up."

"Where is it?"

Ms. He suddenly looked like a bird with a frightened bow, pacing back and forth in a panic, and her mouth kept saying, "Dead, dead."

"Then her father—"

"Shhh!" Ms. He ran over, covering her mouth, looking around, "They will kill, you can't say, you can't say..."

After a burst of thunder, the rain fell, and the winter rain hit the body and it was icy.

As soon as Xue Baoyi arrived at the tea restaurant, he received a call from Zhou Xufang.

"Mr. Xue, it's me, Zhou Xufang."

"Is my younger sister looking for Brother Zhier?"

Zhou Xufang said: "No, I want to invite you to meet."

Xue Baoyi was surprised: "Just me and you?"

"Ok."

What do you want him to do?

Could it be that the couple quarreled?

Xue Baoyi thought twice: "Then do I need to talk to Brother Zhi?"

"No need."

So, is this going to meet Jiang Zhi privately? Xue Baoyi had a bad feeling.

After half an hour, Zhou Xufang arrived at the tea restaurant.

Gentleman Xue Baoyi got up and helped pull the chair: "Sit." Turned back and shouted the waiter, "I'll give you some milk."

Jiang Zhi raised his girlfriend as a girl, and Xue Baoyi only dared to drink milk for her.

Zhou Xufang sat down: "Thank you."

Xue Baoyi sat across from him: "What can I do?"

"Ok."

He guessed: "It's related to Brother Zhi?"

Zhou Xufang nodded and the waiter brought the milk. She took a sip and licked her lips: "Luo Qinghe said Luo San is Jiang Zhi's cusp," she wanted to ask, "Did they fall in love? ?"

"..."

Sure enough, it was a proposition.

Xue Baoyi felt that life-saving was important: "You can ask Jiang Zhi directly."

Zhou Xufang expected that he would not be able to ask the answer on the phone, so she asked the person out. She honestly said: "Jiang Zhi will be sad when he hears Luo San's name."

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