Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Jiang Zhi leaned back on the sofa: "My rules, no?"

"Yes, you are an ancestor, and you can say anything—"

The phone on the table vibrates.

Jiang Zhi pressed his finger on his lips and signaled Xue Baoyi to be quiet. He connected the phone with a ‘um’.

It was Qiao Nanchu: "Peng Zhongming has arrived in the imperial capital."

Peng Zhongming is the only son of Peng Xianzhi. He settled abroad with his ex-wife. After the fire at Luo's family, Peng Xianzhi went to jail. Eight years ago, Peng Zhongming has not appeared.

Jiang Zhi asked: "Where is the hiding place?"

"I haven't found it yet," but "just stare at Luo Changde, he will definitely come to him."

"Get ready."

"what to prepare?"

Jiang Zhi lazily replied: "Snatch things."

Qiao Nanchu was clear about his plan, changed things and said: "Zhou Xufang's affairs, a little has been found."

He was lying carelessly, but now he sat upright.

Qiao Nanchu asked: "There is a medical laboratory called TANK. Have you heard of it?"

The Jiang family’s main business is medical care. As long as the industry is moving, the Jiang family knows more or less whether it is domestic or foreign.

TANK is a genetic laboratory. It was only exposed five years ago, and the laboratory was bombed at that time. It has not been ascertained who is behind it, how it works, and the research direction and purpose. It was a sensation. , Because the police found a research log in the bombed experiment, which clearly recorded a series of genetic research data. As for the final result, the relevant experts could not come to a conclusion, but the research process violated With the bottom line of biomedicine, one can be sure that that laboratory uses humans as the research carrier.

Jiang Zhi was silent for a long time: "I heard it."

"Zhou Xufang came out from there." Qiao Nanchu paused for a while and continued, "Five years ago, there was an explosion in the laboratory. At that time, three of the 24 subjects under study were missing. Zhou Xufang should Is one of them."

Moreover, there is no doubt that those three are definitely different survivors among the twenty-four people.

Jiang Zhi lowered his eyes and quivered his eyelashes slightly to reveal his emotions: "Is the identity of those three people unidentifiable?"

"All of them have been wiped clean. Where did they come from, what identity, age, gender, only serial numbers, they are 011, 014, 017."

At six in the evening, it was dark.

Zhou Xufang used to set up a night stall, but Jiang Zhi forbidden her to come out at night, so she changed it to the afternoon, and she had to go home when it was dark. She was helping people with the phone film. When she looked up, she saw Jiang Zhi’s The car stopped under Bayi Bridge.

She also had a mobile phone in her hand, waving and shouting: "Jiang Zhi."

The owner of the phone subconsciously glanced back.

Fuck, that license plate!

Phone owner: "How much is it?"

When Zhou Xufang saw Jiang Zhi, he was in a good mood. Originally, the tempered film cost 20 yuan. She gave it five yuan cheaper: "Fifteen." And handed the phone.

The phone owner picked it up and scanned the payment code: "Thank you."

Zhou Xufang: "No thanks."

When the guests left, she got up from the small bench and ran to Jiang Zhi with a mask on her face and her eyes crooked: "Are you here to pick me up?"

"Yeah." Jiang Zhi unfastened his seat belt and wanted to get out of the car.

Zhou Xufang pressed the door of the car. Many people came and went under the Bayi Bridge. Jiang Zhi did not wear a mask. She was worried that he would be recognized: "You are waiting in the car, I will go to close the stall."

As soon as she turned around, Jiang Zhi stopped her.

"Xu Fang."

She turned her head, her eyes were bright, like the star tonight: "Huh?"

Jiang Zhi got out of the car, opened his hand around her back, took her into his arms, lowered his head, and dropped his chin on her shoulder.

Zhou Xufang froze for a moment: "What's wrong with you?" She raised her hand and patted him on the back, "Aren't you happy?"

His voice was dull, and he rubbed his head in her neck: "I miss you."

The laboratory was bombed and there was nowhere to seek revenge, and he felt uncomfortable.

When I saw her, I felt distressed and even more uncomfortable!

"If you miss me in the future, tell me earlier," she cleverly asked him to hold her, raised her head, and wore a woolen hat with a ball on top of her head. It was fluffy and rubbed his neck. "I can Go see you."

Jiang Zhi let go and touched her head through the hat: "Okay." He led her to the stall, "How is business today?"

Zhou Xufang nodded: "Yeah." She smiled contentedly, "Apart from the cost, I also earned more than 90 yuan, and I can buy a large bucket of ice cream."

A bucket of ice cream can make her have stars in her eyes. It's really not greedy and she looks like a child. Why is she such a pure kind of misfortune? Why... Jiang Zhi lowered his eyes, and there was a cloud of cloud inside, lingering.

The park on the opposite side was very lively, the square music rang, and more and more people danced. Across the street, the vendors under the bridge shouted.

Amidst the noise, an old man said, "Do you want winter bamboo shoots?"

She is an old woman in her old age. She has a basket. In the most remote corner under the bridge, she has a newspaper. The old woman sits at one end of the newspaper, and on the other there is two unpeeled winter bamboo shoots, and one is peeled. Because of the cold weather, the peeled winter bamboo shoots are a bit frozen.

The passing woman took a look.

The old man turned one end of the winter bamboo shoots upside down and showed the bottom line: "Three yuan per catty, very fresh."

The woman shook her head and left.

Passers-by passed by one after another, but the winter bamboo shoots in the newspapers were never taken care of.

The old man stood up and put the winter bamboo shoots back into the back basket. Because she was old and slow, she still had some tremors. She squatted down without lifting the back basket after lifting it twice, using her rickety back.

"Mother, I want to buy winter bamboo shoots."

It's a girl's voice with a clean tone.

The old man quickly put down the back basket again: "Good, good." Turned around and asked with a smile, "Little girl, how many do you want?"

Zhou Xufang asked: "How many catties are there?"

This mother-in-law came here before she set up a stall, but the winter bamboo shoots in the basket seemed to be restored.

"Do you want it all?"

She nodded: "Hmm."

The old man still used a steelyard. A basket of winter bamboo shoots was weighed five times, and the weight was very heavy. The old man was too old and slow to calculate, saying: "A total of 36 catties."

Zhou Xufang took out one hundred and ten yuan from the bag and handed it over.

The old man only took a hundred, and then held Zhou Xufang's hand and pushed the ten dollars back to her: "Thank you, little girl."

She smiled: "No thanks."

Because there was no big bag, the old man found four sturdy plastic bags for her.

Zhou Xufang squatted down, helped put the bamboo shoots in the basket into the bag, and then carried both hands.

"give me."

She gave Jiang Zhi the bag, said'goodbye' to the old man, and followed Jiang Zhi.

The old man smiled and watched the two young people walk away, then bent down and picked up the empty basket on the ground, only to find that there was still a ten yuan inside.