Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

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Time set back the evening of the day after the murder occurred.

In the study, the old-fashioned lamp is on.

The man on the phone had a deep voice: "Old gentleman, Jiang Zhi went to see Prophet Peng."

The phone was placed on the table, Luo Huaiyu put both hands on the crutches, and the person standing beside him held his breath.

Luo Huaiyu asked: "Is the content of the conversation monitored?"

In prison meetings, landlines are usually used, especially for serious prisoners, and the conversation will be monitored.

The other party said that he hadn't heard it, and then explained: "The fourth son of the Qiao family is also here, I can't get in."

What Jiang Zhi asked Prophet Peng to talk about, Luo Huaiyu guessed, what he didn't know was Prophet Peng's attitude, and told the person on the phone: "Watch me closely."

"Yes."

After hanging up, Luo Huaiyu directly smashed the phone.

There were two consecutive beeps, the first one hit the head, the second one fell to the ground, and the screen suddenly fell apart.

Luo Huaiyu was furious and cursed: "There are not enough successes and more failures."

The man next to him shook his feet when he was hit by his mobile phone, and he stood up again, folded his hands in front, and lowered his head: "Sorry, Chairman, I made a mistake."

The man called Chen Li, more than 30 years old, had previous convictions, and was a security guard at Luo's headquarters.

Luo Huaiyu was still angry, and asked sharply: "I only let you take things, who told you to kill?" When Peng Zhongming died, Peng Xianzhi became an untimely bomb.

Chen Li defended: "I didn't kill him, I just knocked him out."

"You didn't kill," Luo Huaiyu asked loudly, "Who killed that?"

Chen Li couldn't answer, lowered his head, palms sweating.

Luo Huaiyu said with a gloomy face and was silent for a while, and asked, "Where is the thing, have you found it?"

"The place where Peng Zhongming lives has already been found." Chen Li shook his head, with a look of fear on his face, "There is nothing, it should be intercepted."

People are dead and things have not been obtained yet, which is the worst result.

Luo Huaiyu rubbed the faucet on the walking stick, pondered for a long while, threw the paper bag in the drawer on the table, and solemnly ordered: "Check."

The file bag was open, and the contents fell on the table. It was a book-"Being a Good Man".

When Jiang Zhi came out of the Western Prison, it was almost dark. As soon as he walked out of the prison gate, he saw a person squatting on the side of the road, squatting with his legs very well, side by side with a few stone piers.

Like a mushroom on the ground, pink.

Jiang Zhi walked over and nodded her head with her finger: "What are you doing here?"

She raised her head and put on a big mask on her face: "Waiting for you."

The ground is full of small stones, which are placed upright in two characters-Jiang Zhi.

This little cute.

Jiang Zhi stretched out her hand, she pulled it, got up and let him lead it.

The car stopped on the opposite road.

The road at the entrance of the prison had very few vehicles, few pedestrians, no crosswalks, and no traffic lights. Jiang Zhi led her across the road. He looked at both sides to see if there were any cars. The girl beside him was well-behaved and honest. Followed quietly, like a pupil led by his parents.

"Did you buy a tape recorder?"

Zhou Xufang said, "I got it." In the bag.

"Have you heard?"

"No," she said, "waiting for you to listen together."

The thing in Peng Zhongming's hand was a tape, which Zhou Xufang intercepted.

When she came out of the supermarket yesterday, she got the information sent by Frost and recognized Peng Zhongming. Taking that supermarket as the center, Frost took only half an hour to find the address of Peng Zhongming.

Zhou Xufang transferred the contents of the document bag, and before Peng Zhongming went out, he put a book in the document bag.

After getting in the car, she couldn't wait, took out the tapes and the old-fashioned tape recorder that she had bought after traveling halfway through the capital, installed it, and pressed the switch.

"Distance."

The girl’s voice came out first, practicing oral English, recording and practicing.

"Expression."

"..."

"Flashcard."

"Vocabulary."

After reading a few consecutively, the girl became impatient. As soon as the book fell, she began to vent her emotions. Maybe she herself had forgotten that the tape recorder was still on, and cursed: "Luo Qinghe, you idiot!"

Zhou Xufang can be sure that this is Luo Yinghe when he was young.

She was arrogant and unabashed: "Your mother is crazy!"

"Your dad is a big beast!"

"You are a psychopath!"

After cursing, he was still confused, and kicked over the stool, and there was a bang in the tape recorder.

At this moment, there was a voice in the distance shouting: "Yinghe."

"Yinghe."

Luo Yinghe was impatient: "What are you doing?"

It was her mother who called her: "Come here."

She scolded and got up and went out without turning off the tape recorder. She was still recording.

About seven or eight minutes later, there were footsteps again, one after the other, two people came in.

"Miss, you are looking for me."

Jiang Zhi heard the voice: "Prophet Peng."

Luo Qinghe hadn’t been a long time to adulthood at that time. They were so arrogant and composure that they were not like the girl of that age: “I ran into a few people at the door just now. They said that you are looking for Master Peng. Driven away."

Prophet Peng is a gardener and has worked in the Luojia flower shed for several years.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Miss." The tone sounded respectful.

"No trouble." Pause for a moment, "It’s Master Peng, I’m afraid it’s going to be a little trouble." The girl didn’t rush, just like him, "I heard that the people who collect the money in the casino dare to do anything. If you don’t have money, it’s easy to cut off your hands and feet."

There was a thud.

Prophet Peng knelt down: "Miss, please help me."

"Help you? Sure." The tape rattled, and the girl was knocking on the flower stand. "Then Master Peng, would you like to do something for me too?"

"Miss, just say it."

This tape is too old, even though it has been carefully preserved, it still has some lag.

There was no sound of footsteps. The girl was walking around the flower shed. She said: "My mother liked to come to this flower shed the most during her lifetime. How about you help me burn it for her?"

Luo Qinghe's mother died that year, suffering from depression and committing suicide.

Prophet Peng asked: "Is it just burning the flower shed?"

The girl smiled: "By the way, burn some unclean things."

"What do you mean?"

She asked, "Is there anything else that is not clean in the Luo family?"

Prophet Peng was silent.

Before leaving, the girl left a sentence: "Come to me when you think about it."

Subsequently, Prophet Peng also left the garden.

There was no other sound behind, only the noise of the tape.

Zhou Xufang turned off the tape recorder.

Jiang Zhi still took her hand, did not let go, playing with it in his hand: "Did you expect it?"

She shook her head: "I thought it was Luo Changde." She couldn't figure it out, "Why does she hate me so much?" She even committed crimes.

Jiang Zhi squeezed her finger, leaned forward and took another bite, and said, "She has a brain disease."

Luo Yinghe also scolded, she was mentally abnormal.

Zhou Xufang smiled, frowned and stretched out, nodded and said, "I think too." Then he asked Jiang Zhi, "With this tape, can she be convicted?"

Jiang Zhi put her things away, leaned over, and fastened her seat belt: "In her dialogue with Prophet Peng, you were not mentioned. This is not enough, but if Prophet Peng is willing to identify her, he should be able to Convicted."

Now I'm waiting for Prophet Peng to let go.

"Instigate homicide," Jiang Zhi said, "to let her sit in the prison."

There is another strange thing. Zhou Xufang thought for a while, but didn't understand: "Why does Luo Huaiyu grab this tape?" She didn't think that the old man was trying to protect her own talents.

Jiang Zhi inserted the car key and turned the steering wheel: "Perhaps, he is also an accessory."

The car turned around and drove towards Cangjiang Road.

The past few days have been rainy, and in the evening, the sky is dark, and the neon signs on the roadside are bright.

Zhou Xufang looked out of the car window: "Don't you return to Yuquan Bay?" This is not the direction to return to her house.

Jiang Zhi couldn't answer: "Go to mine." He said, "You don't have a kitchen."

Zhou Xufang originally lived alone. Because Jiang Zhi often passed by, a lot of furniture and decorations have been added to the house, but the kitchen supplies are still missing.

"Do you want to cook?"

Jiang Zhi said, "Didn't you say that you are tired of eating out?"

She complained casually yesterday, saying that she didn’t want to eat anymore, she said she was tired of eating, but: “I don’t know how to cook.” She tried it before, and the things she made were too difficult to swallow, so she didn’t cook anymore. Thoughts.

Jiang Zhi said: "I do."

"Do you know?"

"No." He turned his head and glanced at her, then looked at the road, "You have to learn."

He drove with one hand and freed one to hold her hand. She was mercilessly thrown away: "You must drive well." After the instruction, he continued to talk about cooking, "We can eat outside."

Jiang Zhi has his good reasons: "We have to have a meeting in our house, otherwise, if you go to Moon Bay in the future, who will cook for you?"

He still remembered Moon Bay, for fear of being left behind.

So, the conclusion is: "You must bring me." The tone is that kind of strong invitation!

Our home.

Zhou Xufang liked this word very much, and he heard it very pleasingly, and he was very happy: "What you said makes sense."

She didn't deny that Jiang Zhi took it as her acquiescence. He acquiesced that he would take him when he was going to Moon Bay in the future. The corner of his mouth ran up: "Of course, Zhou Xufang's boyfriend is the best."

Zhou Xufang nodded vigorously, agreeing: "Hmm~"

Her boyfriend is the best in the world!

I went to the supermarket and bought the necessities for cooking. After I got home, at half past six, I was ready to start cooking. Jiang Zhi had all kinds of kitchen utensils. Xue Baoyi picked them, not necessarily the most suitable, but it must be the best. Dear.

Zhou Xufang, the most powerful boyfriend in the world, took a handful of sweet potato leaves to Zhou Xufang: "Sit here and peel the sweet potato vines."

He held her waist, picked her up, and put her on the chair by the dining table.

He did not intend to let her into the kitchen, her hands were more expensive than his.

Zhou Xufang looked at the vegetables in the basket: "Am I just making this?"

Jiang Zhi leaned over, nodded her forehead with a finger, smiled, his eyes filled with soft light: "When the peeling is finished, I will send you work."

Zhou Xufang listened to him, because she was at home with walls on all sides and her head raised, so she took the initiative to kiss Jiang Zhi’s lips: "Okay."

Then Jiang Zhi kissed her before leaving.

Zhou Xufang was blushing, feverish, picking vegetables, and her heart was as sweet as marshmallows. After picking the vegetables for a while, she went and took the tape, put it in the tape recorder, and listened carefully.

Jiang Zhi went to the kitchen and took the laptop with him. He turned on the computer and sent a video invitation to Awan's mother, Ms. Song.

Ms. Song accepts.

A chicken head popped up on the screen: "Gluck!"

Jiang Zhi: "..."

This chicken is so fat and strong that he almost didn't recognize it. It was not the one that Zhou Xufang gave him-Ms. Song's favorite double happiness.

Jiang Zhi shouted: "Auntie."

Ms. Song agreed with a smile, holding her pet in her hand, and asked, "Where's Double Happiness?"

Ms. Song has a girlish heart. She takes Shuangxi as her granddaughter and knits a lot of small sweaters and shoes for it. At this time, Shuangxi is wearing a plaid sweater skirt and a woolen beret of the same style. .

Jiang Zhi felt a little difficult to look directly, and tried not to look at the chicken: "She is picking vegetables."

Ms. Song asked, "You are in charge?" She was a little skeptical.

"Ok."

Double happiness is clucking again.

Ms. Song slapped its chicken butt: "Double happiness, don't move, teach your father how to cook."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

It's really like his kind.

Ms. Song asked again: "Have you bought everything?"

"I bought everything on the list." Ms. Song gave him the list last night.

Ms. Song thought it was Shuangxi's mother who was cooking, but she did not expect it was Shuangxi's father who grew up spoiled and never touched Yang Chunshui.

"Okay, let's make two simple ones today." Ms. Song asked, "Your wife likes to eat sweets, right?" She asked Ah Wan a lot about Double Happiness mothers, knowing that Double Happiness mothers, like Double Happiness fathers, like milk. And marshmallows.

Here, Jiang Zhi was pleased by the name "daughter-in-law", and the corners of his mouth turned upwards: "Well, my family likes sweets." There is an element of ostentation in his tone.

Ms. Song said: "Then make sweet and sour pork ribs."

Jiang Zhi: "Yes."

He angled the laptop.

Ms. Song looked around the kitchen and began remote guidance: "You blanch the ribs first."

Blanch?

Jiang Zhi showed a confused expression.

At first glance, it was the first time to enter the kitchen.

The Jiang family is a big family, and Mrs. Jiang is from a scholarly family. The family still retains the old habits and traditions. Boys are not allowed to enter the kitchen.

Gentleman, pay more attention to internal cultivation, but it is important to cultivate.

What's more, Jiang Zhi, who was frail and sick from a young age, was always served by clothes and water.

Such a pampered little son, for the beloved little girl, has to eat a world of fireworks.

Ms. Song was rather sighed, there is a sense of comfort of marrying a daughter, do you know that mood? I'm afraid that if a girl gets married, she won't know anything, and she will be disgusted by her husband. The mother must give her a gift before her daughter gets married. This is the feeling right now.

With this feeling in her arms, Ms. Song began to instruct: "Use the pot on your left, first fill half a pot of water and heat it up."

Jiang Zhi took the pot, filled a half pot of water, put it on, then turned on the fire, and turned it on three times. There was no fire. He turned around and looked at the computer: "The fire won't strike."

Ms. Song checked across the screen: "Is the gas turned on?"

Jiang Zhi's beautiful peach blossom eyes rippled slightly: "Do you want to open it?"

Ms. Song: "Of course."

Jiang Zhi: "Where do you open it?"

Ms. Song: "..."

She felt that the process of making this sweet and sour pork ribs would be very difficult.

More than twenty minutes later.

Zhou Xufang shouted in the living room: "Jiang Zhi." Holding two sweet potato leaves in her hand, she shook and said, "I'm done."

Jiang Zhi came out of the kitchen, wearing a pink apron with the sleeves of the home clothes rolled up, and there was water on his arms: "Can potatoes be planed?"

Zhou Xufang was very motivated: "Yes."

See how clean she peeled the sweet potato vines, there was no skin at all.

Jiang Zhi went to the kitchen to take two potatoes and a paring knife, and told Zhou Xufang, "Be gentle, don't hurt your hands." If you don't find something for her, she must go to the kitchen to help.

He didn't want her to go, just didn't want to, just wanted to confess her.

Zhou Xufang: "Yeah."

She had just received the potatoes and suddenly banged!

Jiang Zhi asked: "What sound?"

Zhou Xufang reacted and pointed to the tape recorder: "The tape." She said, "I forgot to turn it off. It has been playing."

After Luo Qinghe and Prophet Peng left the flower room, there was no other sound on the tape. She thought there was no content behind.

Jiang Zhi walked over and turned his voice to the maximum.

The sound just now was the sound of flower pots hitting the ground, followed by footsteps, and the sound of hitting the flower stand.

"So afraid of me?"

It's the voice of a man.

There was also the panting when he was panicked and afraid, it was another person.

"What are you hiding."