MTL - Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Chapter 35: Touch Your Hands

Cheng Yan didn't speak.

He looked at the direction of the tea shop, his eyes were clear and cold, and he froze slightly. He didn't know what he was thinking, and there was a faint smoke in his mind.

Lu Zhaoying thought he hadn't heard it, and repeated what he had just said.

Cheng Ye then turned his head slightly, raised his chin and nodded in Wei Zihang's direction, and frowned: "Who is he?"

Lu Zhaoying: "..." Is your focus wrong? !!

Cheng Yi retracted his gaze, lowered his head slightly, and lighted the smoke in his mouth. "Three years ago, Xu Laozai was the homicide case."

Lu Zhaoying froze, his face blanked, "What did you find?"

"Speculation," Cheng Min spit out a ring of smoke, his eyes deepened, "Xu Lao didn't have so much sympathy, and it was not right since he appeared in Ninghai Village."

"So heir ..." Lu Zhaoying looked up suddenly.

Cheng Yi smiled, "Two possibilities, one is a cover, as Xu Lao, even if he has a favorite heir, it is difficult to ignore Xu's interests and find an outsider to inherit."

"Second, there is indeed an heir who made him want to put aside his external interests, so that Xu Lao almost let go of the huge interests of the Xu family. When we came here, he took the initiative to find us, and also mentioned his heirs. He was seeking my help, If this is true, all forces in Beijing will shuffle the cards. It will be unknown whether this 'heir' will survive. "

"Cheng's family is much easier to keep than Xu family." Lu Zhaoying did not expect this deep point. He was always not good at reasoning, and scratched his head with a smile: "That thing is wrong, Qin Xiaoying should be That survivor, her dog crawls, and Xu Lao won't look after her? "

Cheng Yan didn't speak, and he had another key point that he couldn't figure out.

What role does Qin Yue play in it?

A person like Xu Lao personally gave a recommendation letter, and this matter was weird from beginning to end.

He spit out his cigarette and looked at the direction of the tea shop, his eyes were deep: "If there is really an heir he likes, it will change the sky."

Thinking about Xu Lao's identity, Lu Zhaoying realized the importance of the matter.

He looked up and wanted to say something, but saw Cheng Yan enter the tea shop.

On weekends, there are not too many people in this tea shop. Qin Yue asked Wei Zihang to wait.

Turning and putting a cup of milk tea on the table, Qin Yue smelled a familiar cold fragrance with a hint of mint.

Looking up, Cheng Zhengzheng propped himself up on the bar. He was tall and long, and always bowed his head casually when looking at people. Even if he was calm and immortal, he had a less obvious sense of oppression.

Apparently, he hadn't drank milk tea. He stared at a long list of milk tea names, finally twisted his eyebrows, and looked at her, looking very unhappy: "A cup is delicious."

He took out a card to swipe.

Qin Yue glanced down, and it is estimated that Cheng Gongzi had not gone out, and the milk tea shop paid online without cash. Who took a limited number card?

She held his hand. "I invite you to drink."

Cheng Ye didn't say anything. He just lowered his head slightly and looked at his fingers. The man's fingers were white and slender, but his fingertips were not too delicate.

The fingertips were obviously cold, close to the back of his hands, like the fire of Ebara.

He looked up politely and stubbornly, and glanced at Qin Yun, who was lowering his head to make tea with various tools.

The expression was focused on tranquility, focusing on the cup in his hand, holding a small spoon with slender fingers, and stirring the fruit tea in the cup without touching the wall of the cup.

The milk tea cup is transparently printed with a logo, and the green-green fruit tea is adjusted to two-thirds, and then the whipped cream is quickly picked up, slowly poured, and finally, sprinkled with brown chocolate powder.

Qin Yue always takes these things seriously. She is very cold and cold on weekdays, but when she is immersed in something, her sharp edge is completely retracted.

Even the arc of drooping long eyelashes is very beautiful.

"Thank you." He took over the two cups of milk tea, and raised his hand to throw loose wind.

Walking to the side, his fingers tightened tightly.

**

Yuncheng is closed.

"Mingyue, eat more, how about school, is accommodation still used to?" Feng Loucheng gave Pan Mingyue a lot of dishes. He had mild eyebrows, but he always had a sharp sense of standing high, and his eyes were extremely sharp.

"Thank you Uncle Feng." Pan Mingyue whispered, and her short hair draped softly on her head. "Classmates are all very good."

"Just because your elder brother Feng is also at home, don't go back to school on this weekend. At home, let your aunt make more delicious food for you." Feng Loucheng smiled mildly.

He will be shrewd and stubborn tomorrow, as if all the gentleness was given to the girl in front of him.

Mrs. Feng threw chopsticks with a pop, "I'm done."

She stepped on high heels and went upstairs with a loud voice.

The words frowned.

Pan Mingyue held his hand with chopsticks tightly, then looked up and smiled at Feng Loucheng: "Uncle Feng, we are about to take the monthly exam, and I will go back to school to study by myself."

"That's your aunt," Feng Loucheng looked at Pan Mingyue and sighed. "Mingyue, you ..."

"Uncle, I'm done, go up and get my clothes first." Pan Mingyue finished the dishes that Feng Loucheng had given her and went upstairs.

Her room was beautiful, but there was no fireworks. Opening the wardrobe, there were not many clothes in it.

Most of them are old, and some are small. After all, Feng Loucheng is a man, and he won't take care of everything. He will only pay her Cary on time every month. She is useless.

But she didn't care.

She took several clothes and went downstairs.

Around the corner, I heard the voice of Feng Zicheng talking to Feng Loucheng.

The chopsticks were put on the cover. He was holding a tissue and wiping his mouth, and glanced at Feng Loucheng: "Dad, not only my mother wants to know, I also want to know, who is Mingyue, you just bring someone back, and To her so well, is this your illegitimate daughter or the daughter of your first love? "

"How can you be like your mother ?!" Feng Loucheng dropped his chopsticks, pursed his lips, and his eyebrows were cold. "Seal, in this case, don't raise it in Mingyue's ear."

"It's not an illegitimate daughter, not only mom, but I also want to know, even if her parents die, her relatives are always there, why do you want to take over this cheap." The cigarette lighted a cigarette.

At the corner of the staircase, Pan Mingyue's bones were blue and white. After a long while, she lowered her head.

Going downstairs to say hello to Feng Loucheng, Mrs. Feng has never waited to see her, but she has not abused her, let alone Feng Loucheng treats herself like her own daughter.

"Be careful on the road." Feng Loucheng gathered his coldness and was very gentle with Pan Mingyue.

The banquet watched Pan Mingyue walk out of the door, and stood up, looking towards Fenglou Cheng, true: "That's it, you are so good to Mingyue, not like you. If you want your mother to be better with Mingyue, follow She explained why. "

**

The two-day holiday went quickly.

The last session of Monday was the class meeting. I talked about a lot of philosophy about life, and then I opened the thermos cup and took a sip of tea: "Is there anyone who will take the initiative to run this newspaper?"

No one raised their hands, and the senior year, few people would take care of this kind of thing, too much trouble, shrinking one by one, I was afraid that Gao Yang nodded himself.

Gao Yang simply said: "Lin Siran, you write well, or you come."

Qin Yue leaned halfway against the wall. She had a good cold, and raised her eyebrows a bit frantically. At the same table, she answered quietly.

She felt really good-tempered at the same table.

After finishing the trivial things, with only ten minutes left for class, Gao Yang let them study by themselves.

Qin Yue found a lollipop from the hole in the table, opened the colorful sugar coating and stuffed it into his mouth.

Looking through the extracurricular books, she was holding a lollipop.

It was cold, and there was a very clear high-heeled tapping sound at the gate of Class Nine, followed by a harsh female voice: "Goyang, what's going on with your class Qin Yue? Where is one of us? Is it where she can fight? It has delayed the study of our classmates. What does she lose for her future? "

(End of this chapter)