As the end of the year approaches, Luo Cheng becomes busy. Mu Xiaoqing goes on a business trip to give a lecture, and he is left alone. It is quite boring to have a meal by himself, so he simply makes a living in the canteen of his unit all day.

It was almost nine o'clock when the driver sent him home.

Then he picked up a son at the door.

Luo Wenzhou didn't know how long he had been waiting at the door, and he didn't bother to be cold. The silly boy slept on the cold kang, and he was strong all by fire. He was wearing a down coat on his body. He seemed to have a big pillow stuffed into his arms. He was sitting on the stairs and lowered his head to play with his cell phone. His hair had not been trimmed for a while, and it looked a little messy, and there was a big backpack that was poked under his feet.

Luo Cheng looked at him with his hands behind his back, feeling that this image was really unbearable, so he stepped forward and kicked him gently: "Hey, you have to go to another place, I have no food today."

Luo Wenzhou looked up and let out a "meow" sound at him. Luo Cheng had goose bumps. After a closer look, he realized that the "pillow" in Luo Wenzhou's arms was a living thing.

Luo Cheng asked: "How long have you been waiting here? Why don't you know how to call someone?"

"It's okay," Luo Wenzhou said carelessly, "Frozen for a while will help you understand life."

Luo Cheng accidentally glanced at the phone he had just fiddled with, and found that the material for this person to "understand life" was actually a photo from his own angle. He suddenly felt indigestion and felt that Luo Wenzhou was becoming more and more shameless.

Five minutes later, Luo Cheng put his picked up son and his biological cat into the house, rolled up his sleeves, put on reading glasses, and put on Luo's cat crawler in front of the instructions.

"I didn't bring the canned food and snacks. Just give it some cat food. Don't buy it all the messy things. This fat man should lose weight. He broke the zipper lock of my down jacket."

Luo Yiguo was a little aware of his life when he arrived in a strange place. He lay on the slippers that Luo Wenzhou had worn and formed a big ball of 15 pounds and 6 ounces. He looked left and right with vigilance.

Luo Cheng shot his eyes from the lenses of the reading glasses: "Why don't you be afraid of not being able to get it back?"

Luo Wenzhou: "Don't brag anymore. If my mother agreed, you would have turned your home into a zoo and would have rubbed my cat?"

Luo Cheng: "..."

Luo Wenzhou took out a bowl of leftover fried rice from the refrigerator without hesitation, poured it into the pot and sucked it for a few times, and took it out to swallow it. He said: "The price of foster care in pet stores increased by the end of the year, and they had to fight with other cats to grab territory. The key is that this coward cannot beat others. I think both the wallet and the cat are easily hurt."

Luo Cheng: "Then I will raise you until the beginning of spring, and your mother will stop working if she grows up."

Luo Wenzhou paused, and always felt that the leftover rice he had swallowed was choking on his chest, and he couldn't do it anyway. He had to pick up the teacup and take a sip of cold water, which made him tremble hard. He said, "No, we'll come here to greet you during the Spring Festival and pick you up."

After hearing this, Luo Cheng didn't ask him why he wanted to raise a cat, nor why Fei Du didn't come with him. It was natural that he seemed to know everything, but just said, "Besides raising cats, what else do you have to ask me for help?"

Luo Wenzhou sat for a while, but finally gritted his teeth and said nothing, then he stood up and washed the dishes.

Luo Cheng didn't urge him. The cat climbing rack, which was originally just a bunch of parts, quickly became decent. Luo Yiguo couldn't help but curiosity, and finally carefully abandoned the slippers, walked over with his feet, and sniffed the smell under the rack.

"Dad," Luo Wenzhou suddenly said, "Do I sometimes bring you rumors?"

Luo Cheng glanced at him strangely: "I took the wrong medicine, have you come to my confession?"

Luo Wenzhou sat down next to him with a little dullness: "You have never said anything about me."

Luo Cheng: "Do you listen if I say it?"

Luo Wenzhou thought for a while: "...Oh, I won't listen, Fei Du is mine anyway."

Luo Cheng was choked by him for a while. Just when Luo Wenzhou thought the old man was about to lose his temper, Luo Cheng smiled: "You are not so old, you are so old, who would you like to live with if you still use my approval, what's the point of living? What else do you want to say, but I dare not say it in front of me anyway. Maybe they have very high requirements - but I think you..."

Luo Cheng paused, and Luo Wenzhou became nervous for no reason.

Huajing put the old man's eyes very wide, destroying his usual sense of seriousness. Luo Cheng looked at him with a less serious look and curled his lips: "Even if it's okay, he barely looks like a person."

Since adolescence, Luo Wenzhou has been constantly moving towards his elders and on the road that the public disapproves, and he is desperate to take a gamble. Therefore, even though he is stubborn, he still doubts himself and doubts that he has taken care of the matter, but he does not have the talent and ability he imagines. He may achieve nothing without the protection of his elders.

For more than ten years, decades, countless seniors fell down. Now that he wants to collect this, can he successfully accept it?

When Luo Wenzhou went home to pack the cat and sent it over, he felt his feet sinking into the mud, and the cold mud wrapped around his feet stickyly, making it difficult to walk every step. However, this comment, which was almost nothing good, fell into his ears, but it seemed like a quick dryer, instantly dispelling the embarrassing tremor.

Luo Wenzhou was stunned for a while, suddenly rubbed his nose, stood up and said, "Then I'll leave."

Luo Cheng: "Wait, you really don't..."

"No," Luo Wenzhou changed into shoes and bent down to carry them. "Didn't you say when I called the police academy that you chose and climbed by yourself. You won't care if you have anything to do in the future. What's going on now? I'm old and soft-hearted?"

Luo Cheng scolded him: "Baby, get out!"

Luo Wenzhou stood up and jumped twice, raised the phone that his father had been quite uncomfortable to see, and put it on his lips and kissed it gently: "I'm not as big as breastfeeding."

After saying that, he put on his coat and walked out with the wind.

Back then, Lao Yang thought he could not take the responsibility, so he never revealed anything to him until his death. He even left a suicide note after his death, forcing his master's wife to keep silent.

If he could have been "sensible" a few years earlier and took over the burden on his elders a few years earlier, would the master's wife not have to go this far?

But now that things have come to this point, it is meaningless to trace these things.

At least he still has Fei Du, his brothers, and the grievances that the previous generation has not been resolved. Since even the old man said that he was "like a person", he had to do something like a human being.

"It's me." Luo Wenzhou called and called Lu Jia, "You Mr. Fei has handed you over to me. Where are you now?"

Lu Jia took Zhou Huaijin to a garden community.

"That's it," Zhou Huaijin looked at the address in his hand, "Yang Bo and his son lived here!"

Lu Jia parked the car and looked at it. The community security guard immediately looked over vigilantly. When he saw Lu Jia driving, his expression calmed down again.

Lu Jia smiled, walked into a convenience store at the door, bought some random pieces, and started chatting with the cashier: "What kind of community is that? It looks pretty good, and it's private."

The cashier looked in the direction of his finger: "Oh, 'Galaxy City', of course Galaxy City is more private - do you want to buy a house or what? If you buy a house, I advise you not to buy that."

Lu Jia: "Then why?"

"The property rights are not a residence. Look, their security guards have three access controls in the gate of the courtyard building. All the cars are in and out. If you drive an ordinary car, the security guard will have to stop him and interrogate for a long time. Do you understand?" The cashier squeezed his eyes at Lu Jia with a very ambiguous look, "This place is also called the 'Second Maid Building'. The atmosphere is not good, but if you don't want to live by yourself, it's okay to rent it out."

Lu Jia: "So the rent is quite high?"

"The property fee is also high. It was 5 yuan per square meter ten years ago, so the rent is of course higher," the cashier found change and sneered, "No one who has no money in his hands will do these tricks."

Lu Jia and Zhou Huaijin looked at each other. After Yang Bo's mother moved to Yancheng, she had no fixed job and lived an almost "hidden city". How could she afford to rent a house here?

"It is said that she opened a private restaurant here," said Zhou Huaijin. "The one who makes it at home, only sets one table at a time, and needs to make an appointment in advance. It can't be opened twice a month. When my brother and Yang Bo were at the most tense relationship, he once wanted to come and investigate, but hesitated, but hesitated. He couldn't make an appointment at all. People didn't accept him. Zheng Kaifeng seemed to be a regular visitor, but hiss..."

Zhou Huaijin looked down at the photos of the woman on her phone. Although the woman looked ugly, she had nothing to do with "beautiful". She was a passerby when she was young, but later she was an ordinary middle-aged woman who was so ordinary that people easily overlooked her gender. Even Zhou Huaijin felt that she was not Zheng Kaifeng's taste.

"She died of illness, and the time of death is very delicate," Lu Jia signaled Zhou Huaijin to get in the car. "It happened that Dong Qian started to contact the fake courier and planned to kill Zhou Junmao before and after... If Yang Bo was not Zheng Kaifeng's illegitimate son, then I think there is a possibility."

Zhou Huaijin: "What?"

"Contact person," Lu Jia started the car. "Zheng Kaifeng is different from Wei Zhanhong. His foundation is not in China. If, as Mr. Fei guessed, he first joined the line through Su Hui and this group of people who were dedicated to making money and killing in China. Then, after that, maintaining relationships and entrusting business, all of them need a reliable contact person - Su Hui ruined himself in her early years, and she was unable to do anything more than ten years ago and died early, so is this contact person likely to be Yang Bo's mother?"

Zhou Huaijin: "You mean that Zheng Kaifeng and Zhou Junmao kept her son by their side as a hostage to prevent her from being honest!"

"If that's true, she has served Zheng Kaifeng for more than ten years and is likely to have a hand, so even if she dies, Zhou and Zheng dare not be slow to treat Yang Bo, and even agreed to the 'illegitimate son' rumor," Lu Jia said. "This woman is probably very reliable, so after she dies, the fake courier can take advantage of the situation and tamper with Zheng Kaifeng... But the question is, why use her? What special thing does she have..."

Lu Jia was halfway through and suddenly stopped talking.

Zhou Huaijin waited for a long time and couldn't wait for the following text, and couldn't help but look at Lu Jia in confusion.

"Mr. Zhou," Lu Jia whispered, "Have you put on the bulletproof vest I prepared for you before?"

Zhou Huaijin was excited and looked around in a panic: "What, what's wrong? What's wrong? This is in China. Do they still dare..."

"Don't look around, it's the black car that follows behind. They dare to do anything." Lu Jia interrupted him and sent his position to his companions and Luo Wenzhou. At the same time, he suddenly activated the steering wheel and turned out the intersection without warning. "If you don't shake him away, I won't dare to send you back to the hotel - Mr. Zhou, fasten your seat belt, aren't you motion sickness, aren't you?"

Before Zhou Huaijin could answer, the black car following behind judged that he had been discovered from the reaction of the person being stalked. Instead, he did not restrain himself, but instead added up fiercely and chased him relentlessly.

As the Spring Festival night approaches, Yancheng Street is as empty as a small Australian countryside. Lu Jia treats the luxury car under her seat as F1 without hesitation. The wheels make a huge friction sound when turning. Zhou Huaijin grabs the handrail, suspecting that the car is about to overturn!

At this moment, a white SUV drove towards me, and suddenly turned on the high beam. The strong light suddenly rose, making people unable to open their eyes. At the same time, the white car did not reduce at all, and it hit them straight towards them.

Lu Jia stepped on the accelerator to the bottom without looking sideways, intending to roar away as if he had died with the other party. Zhou Huaijin subconsciously closed his eyes, and heard a loud noise in his ears, and then the friction sound of the rearview mirror shaving on the wall. Zhou Huaijin then realized that Lu Jia had just turned into an extremely cramped alley at the critical moment. The bicycle at the entrance of the alley was directly hit by him. He forced a corner at the highway and stuffed the car into a small road that was not wide enough!

The white car opposite was not reacting in time. The driver braked suddenly and the headlights were too late to stop. The black car that was chasing Lu Jia and the others was dazed. The two cars collided head-on, and the bursting sparks ignited the night!

Zhou Huaijin suddenly turned to look at Lu Jia, and saw a handsome man in the movie from the body of the fat man: "You...you..."

Lu Jia shrugged and lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "Fortunately, the total reimbursement of the money for repairing the car - Mr. Zhou, this is just the beginning, can you still bear it?"

Zhou Huaijin took a few breaths and wiped away the cold sweat from his forehead with one hand. At such a dangerous moment, he actually said: "I am a very critical person to say that? It seems that the things I found... Su Hui, Zheng Kaifeng and other dog skins are important clues!"

Lu Jia glanced at him in surprise.
Chapter completed!