The filming team took the people to live in the Grand View Garden. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wu Haodong took the plainclothes children's hidden group to mix in the crew, paying special attention to all the staff in the Grand View Garden.

There are a total of one hundred and three workers who have been eating and living in the Grand View Garden for a long time. There are 46 security guards, 17 gardeners, 5 cooks, 8 maintenance workers and 37 cleaners.

The information of these people has been called up. Secretary Li has just sent it to Daguan Garden. Tan Yong was sitting in the car and looking through. He focused on the security guards and cleaners, who were more numerous.

Nothing was found from the photographs. He picked up the gardener's notebook again, but still couldn't see anything suspicious. The following is the chef's profile, and he basically knows the 5 people above.

The last time I filmed "Dream of Red Mansions", these 5 chefs were still chosen by that little thing. She especially likes to eat the plum vegetables and pork that Ding Chef roasted.

Thinking of the little thing, my heart suddenly ached again. He didn't know how he was so impulsive as if he was obsessed. Even if she had something to doubt, she couldn't rush like that.

Such a resolute approach can't even stand himself, let alone that little thing who doesn't know the reason?

It shows that his heart is not mature enough.

The materials in my hand were originally going to be put on the pile of books that had been reviewed. When I think of the little things, I can't help but want to open them and look at the chef Ding who can cook vegetables.

After the folder was opened, the first one was the information of Chef Ding Liangchen Ding.

Ding Liangchen, 43 years old......

Hmm, 43 years old? This picture seems to be a dozen years older than his actual age. Tan Yong flipped to the back page for the photo on the copy of his ID card.

This one can see the clues, and there is a difference. Although the appearance is a bit similar, the photo on the ID card is not much different from that of the 43-year-old. There is a clear discrepancy between the workable photograph and the ID photo.

Look more closely and make sure it's two.

Tan Yong picked up the phone and called Wu Haodong.

Ten minutes later, Ding Liangchen was taken to the white phantom. Tan Yong's deep eyes were fixed on his face.

Ding Liangchen looked very unnatural. Tan Yong pushed the car door and got out of the car and walked in front of him. His legs began to tremble.

Ding Liangchen's hands were tied behind Wu Haodong's back. Seeing Tan Yong approaching him, beads of sweat came out on his head.

Tan Yong stretched out a hand and gently buckled it next to Ding Liangchen's sideburns, and a thin layer of rubber curled up. He immediately raised his other hand, and the fingers of both hands pinched the rubber and tore it down.

"Wen Zhizhong?" Wu Haodong exclaimed in surprise.

Hu Yunshi quickly stepped forward and slapped him with a "snap". "Brute, are you still human? and almost killed Bai Xiaoxiao. ”

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhizhong was not beaten at all, but was stunned by Hu Yunshi's slap.

"Take it away. Tan Yong instructed Wu Haodong.

……

Bai Xiaoxiao returned to the Green Courtyard Villa.

Grandma was sitting on a massage chair doing a massage. Aunt Zhang, the nanny, accompanied her and chatted with her.

"Xiaoxiao, come and tell that story to grandma. Your story has hooked me up, and I'm always trying to get to the root of it, and I keep thinking about it when I sleep. When the grandmother saw her granddaughter, she immediately sat up from the massage chair and asked Bai Xiaoxiao to tell her a story.

"Grandma, I have something to do now, and I'll tell you about it in the evening. Bai Xiaoxiao said a little listlessly.

"Yes, grandma, Xiaoxiao's body hasn't recovered yet, you can see that her face is still pale. "Aunt Zhang, the nanny, saw Bai Xiaoxiao's face was white, and she was not as good as before. I couldn't help but persuade my grandmother.

In fact, Bai Xiaoxiao was really weak and weak. When I saw Hu Yunshi, I didn't expect that my originally peaceful and quiet heart suddenly seemed to be blocked with a big stone. It's stuffy.

All the way back, she was desperately restraining her emotions and not letting herself think about that handsome face, and the scent of gardenia that emanated from her fine white skin. But the memory seemed to be more powerful than her, and the more she tried to avoid it, the more that face flashed in her mind.

She wondered if she had been an enemy with him in her previous life, that she had killed him, or that she had robbed him of his treasure, and that she had only been able to torture her to take revenge on her in this life?

Otherwise, how could he think that his heart hurts, and he doesn't want his heart to hurt even more.

Hearing Aunt Zhang say this, grandma noticed that Bai Xiaoxiao's face looked tired. He said with concern, "Xiaoxiao, you don't feel any discomfort, do you?" ”

"Well, I'll go lie down first, and I'll tell you when I get up," Bai Xiaoxiao said and walked towards the house.

Some time ago, my grandmother had insomnia and couldn't sleep at night. I have to sleep with her with Bai Xiaoxiao.

Bai Xiaoxiao told her the story of Journey to the West on a whim. Relieve grandma of the pain of not being able to sleep for a long night. Unexpectedly, this talk made my grandmother addicted, and pestered her to tell her every night.

In the past few days, Bai Xiaoxiao has been resting at home, and grandma can't help but ask her to tell her during the day. After talking about it for several days, the more my grandmother listened, the more addicted she became. But today she was really not in the mood.

Bai Xiaoxiao came to the living room and didn't see Feng Yunhan, she was normally lying on the sofa watching TV at this time. Where did you go?

I was about to go to her room to have a look, and as soon as I walked to the door, I heard her on the phone.

"Hu Tezhu, neither Ning Feng nor I will go to filming. You are too ruthless to do things, Bai Xiaoxiao has created so much wealth for your company and made so much effort. Now that you are dismissed, you are too immoral. Feng Yunhan was very emotional, and her tone of voice was a little stiff.

Then there was silence, as if listening to Hu Yunshi over there.

Sure enough, after a while, Feng Yunhan said again: "It's not a matter of money, this thing is not done like that." It's too disrespectful, why do you still use other people's scripts when you have fired everyone? You are not afraid that people will sue you? Bai Xiaoxiao has not taken a penny of your ...... for the script of "The Woman in the Harem" script."

Bai Xiaoxiao heard this, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Feng Yunhan, what are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing. Bai Xiaoxiao interrupted Feng Yunhan's words.

Feng Yunhan was startled when she saw Bai Xiaoxiao, and subconsciously hid her phone behind her. He looked at her in a daze.

The three of them came out of the Malatang shop that day, and Bai Xiaoxiao said to them: "From now on, the three of us, no one is allowed to mention the matter of the Kyle Group again." You are not allowed to associate with anyone from the Kyle Group. Start over as if nothing had happened. ”

All three agreed, and swore by a high-five.

Now she actually called Hu Yunshi behind her back with Bai Xiaoxiao, which is a violation of the oath.

And let Bai Xiaoxiao hear it, Feng Yunhan was naturally afraid that she would misunderstand her.

"Yes, it was Hu Tezhu who called me and asked Ning Feng and me to film, but I have refused. Feng Yunhan explained with a nervous expression.

"Why don't you change the number? Didn't you say that you would change it all after you agreed?" Bai Xiaoxiao's face was never more serious.

Feng Yunhan took out the phone from behind the quilt and said, "I'll change it." ”

Bai Xiaoxiao watched her change the card, and then stretched out her hand to ask for Feng Yunhan's old card.

After taking the card, Bai Xiaoxiao turned around and left Feng Yunhan's room.