Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

On Monday, there was light rain and mist in the winter breeze. It was damp and a bit bitter. The cold currents continued for several days. This winter is coming.

At 7:30, the news broadcast ends.

At eight o'clock, Tang Ying packed up her things and knocked on the door of the lounge next door.

"Please come in."

Probably because of her career, the first thing she paid attention to was the voice, and the entire TV station was his voice.

Tang Ying opened the door without rushing in, and stood at the door: "Brother, I will see you off."

Her brother, Zhou Qingrang, was the only one on the TV station who was on the news network host in less than three years.

He had changed his suit, dressed in a heavy coat, and sat in a wheelchair: "No need."

There are thousands of lights outside the window, but there is always no trace of human smoke on him.

He was born very handsome and elegant, like a person in an ancient painting, not rich in pen and ink, just pale ink and blue, but he painted delicate and thick.

He is not young anymore, there are very thin fine lines around the corners of his eyes, he does not like to laugh or talk, he is always alone. He has a good temper and is gentle, but he is not familiar with anyone except work.

He had poor legs and had his left leg amputated. He was fitted with a prosthesis three years ago. He had an operation on his right leg. The nails have not been taken out, and he rarely stands.

He was in a wheelchair, but he never troubled others. In the wheelchair, he put a pair of crutches. Few people have seen him on crutches.

Tang Ying had seen him, he was bent over, leaning on crutches with difficulty, walking slowly and slowly, step by step.

"I'll see you off," she was finally worried, and brushed her ears, "it's raining outside and the road is slippery."

He just shook his head and said nothing else.

What kind of stumbling and stumbling have to go through, will be so heart-stopping. Tang Ying stood at the door for a long time before leaving. Seeing him again was at the door of the TV station.

His wheelchair was parked on the steps, and the guard stepped forward and asked him if he wanted to help. He refused. He picked up the crutches placed on the wheelchair and stood up **** his legs. He only leaned on one crutches and used the other. I went to lift the wheelchair with my hands, and moved down the steps one step at a time. Because of the difficulty, the blue veins on the back of the hand faintly bulged.

The street lamp fell on the wet ground, smoothing the edges and corners of the figure, making it foggy and watery.

His residence is not far from the TV station. He puts his wheelchair, sits down, and pushes slowly. The distance is not far, but there is an uphill road on the way home. It rained at night, the road was slippery, and the **** was halfway uphill. , The wheelchair slides back.

A hand touched the sliding wheelchair from behind.

Zhou Qing let her head back, in the backlight, she couldn't see the other side's face, she could only see that she was wearing black clothes.

"Thank you." He said.

She helped him push the wheelchair up the top of the slope: "No thanks."

It's a young girl.

He thanked again, grabbed the back of the wheel, and pushed away.

It's him.

Zhou Xufang stood there for a long time before putting on the wireless headset: "Help me cut off the surveillance of Haitang Bay."

The sound in the earphone is artificially synthesized, mechanically and neatly: "What are you going to do?"

She answered the wrong question: "His legs are very bad."

A distance of tens of meters, she followed Zhou Qingrang, walking, wearing the same coat, hat and mask in the backpack.

"His legs are not good, I have to deal with it."

Frost did not ask much: "I see."

In less than half a minute, Zhou Xufang’s earphones heard another artificial voice synthesized by frost: “Haitang Bay is only 800 meters away from the TV station. There are four cameras along the road. I made interference. You have five minutes.”

"Ok."

She pressed her cap and jumped to the roof.

Because of the slippery road, Zhou Qingrang took 20 minutes for the 10-minute journey.

The guard at night, Ji, smoked outside the complex. When he saw people, he squeezed the cigarette out: "Mr. Zhou is back."

Zhou Qing let his head nod.

He is over 60 years old and just graduated from the pharmaceutical factory in the first half of the year: "You have your courier in the security room. I have to sign for it in the past."

"Thank you."

"I will push you over."

He did not refuse: "Trouble."

"What are you polite."

Zhou Xufang stood across the road, watching the wheelchair enter the community.

"Xu Fang, there is a situation."

Zhou Xufang looked up at the height of the community fence.

In the earphones, Frosty said: "There are two groups of people 30 meters north of the main entrance of Haitang Bay. One group is from the Sky Star, and the other group is temporarily unidentified. There are people in all the elevator entrances and safe passages of the nine buildings."

Zhou Qingrang lives in Building Jiu.

They had just delivered the things, when someone came to the door.

"What to do?" Shuangjiang asked Zhou Xufang what he meant.

She estimated the height, stepped back, bent over, and jumped over the fence: "No way." She straightened up, wiped the rain from her hands, and took out a pair of black gloves from the pocket of her coat. Can only hit people."

Nine first floor stairs.

The man came out from behind the door: "Mr. Luo, Zhou Qingrang has already gone up."

The shadow on the ground is strong. The man wears a black suit with a Chinese character face and deep eye sockets.

In the headset, it was a woman's voice: "Don't startle, make sure that something is in his hands."

"Understood." A shadow flashed in front of him, and the man immediately turned his head, "Who?!"

There was no one behind, and there was no sound. The sound-controlled lights on this floor were tampered with, and only the light from the negative first floor leaked through, dim and dim.

"what happened?"

"Nothing--"

Before the man finished speaking, his neck was choked. He suddenly raised his head and his pupils shrank: "You, you, are..."

The other party was wearing a mask, his face was no more than a man's palm, and under his feet was a pair of canvas shoes with small shoe sizes.

Is a woman.

When did she arrive in front of him?

The man wanted to open his mouth, and the hand against his neck added a bit of force. She tore off his wireless headset and left a sentence in it: "No matter who you are, please don't come to Zhou to trouble me."

After speaking, she dropped the earphone to the ground and crushed it with one foot. Then she raised her head and let go.

The man staggered back two steps and touched his neck: "Who are you?"

who?

On her black coat, the position of her arm was pierced with a letter-Z.

The man was dumbfounded: "You are, are..."

She took a step back and leaped forward, her left toe pressed against the wall, and her right leg split to the side of the man's neck. With a little pressure, the man fell to the ground.

He rolled his eyes and fainted.

Zhou Xufang straightened his hat and went to the second floor.

On the side of the road opposite Haitang Bay, several cars were parked. At the front was a Bentley, black, with the windows open, and the man in the co-pilot was answering the phone.

He has a very respectful tone: "Little Luo."

The old man of the Luo family is not in good health these years, the eldest son is faint, and the second son has passed away. The Luo family is temporarily in charge of the eldest granddaughter Luo Qinghe, and all of the companies under her company call her the young manager.

"Secretary Han."

"You say."

"If you can't get something, do you know what to do next?"

Han Feng is Luo Qinghe's secretary. He has been with her for three years, and he has a clear idea of ​​her: "I know."

"Stop making mistakes, the consequences are serious."

"Yes."

Luo Qing hung up over there.

Han Feng put on the headphones and yelled a few times. No one responded for a long while. He got out of the car and saw a person running out of the underground parking lot with a panic expression.

It was the person he sent out.

Han Feng walked over: "What's the matter?"

The man was sweating profusely, looking around in despair, slurred and trembling, and said, "That... the woman blinked, and went upstairs in the blink of an eye, like a ghost."

Female ghost?

Han Feng sneered and kicked the man's calf: "Idiot, so many people can't handle a lame man." He turned around and ordered the people in several cars, "You all go in, no matter what method you use, you must Get things in your hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man walked out behind the light pole.

"what is this?"

Han Feng looked up and was taken aback for a moment: "Young Master Qiao."

The son of the Qiao family, Qiao Nanchu.

The rain was small, he did not hold an umbrella, leaning on the street lamp, a layer of mist fell on his hair, and his eyebrows were romantic: "Recognize me."

The Emperor Qiao’s favorite grandson was unknown to the Imperial Capital.

"Since you recognize me, you should know what I do?" He finished speaking without waiting for an answer. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Cheng Sir, there are a few people here that are suspicious. Come here. trip."

In Qiao's family, just being a policeman has a lot of votes.

Han Feng still didn't change his face, but calmed down: "What does Qiao Shao mean?"

"I'm sending it to Xiaojiangzhi, don't you recognize it." He pointed to a car not far away. "He has just been stolen from a 12 million watch and is catching a thief."