"What is this?" Wang Shao asked casually, hesitated and didn't reach out to pick it up.

A glance at the envelope in the dim light made it impossible to discern what was inside.

Zhang Qiu shook the envelope in his hand and took over the conversation: "It's nothing, there is only a note here, which is a paragraph I wrote to Manager Ding." ”

A paragraph?

Looking at Zhang Qiu's serious expression, Wang Shao thoughtfully took the envelope and asked puzzledly, "Weishenme wants me to hand it over to Manager Ding?" ”

"Because you're good friends with her." Zhang Qiu spoke, stood up and said, "This matter is entrusted to you, you must help, please hand it over to Manager Ding." ”

Don't wait for Wang Shao to agree or not, Zhang Qiu spun out of the door of the performing arts bar like a gust of wind, and when Wang Shao came back to his senses and chased him out, where was Zhang Qiu's shadow?

Sitting back at the small round table, Wang Shao pinched the envelope in his hand, and a thick feeling came from his fingertips, indicating that there was not only a piece of paper in it.

It was not until this time that Wang Shao had an epiphany: Dare to love this Zhangqiu came prepared, not just because of the complaint and invited Wang Shao to drink red wine.

Thinking of Zhang Qiu's desire to speak just now, Wang Shao understood that the envelope in his hand contained a piece of paper similar to a love letter.

Intuition told Wang Shao that this letter contained not just a paragraph, but Zhang Qiu's heart.

If Zhang Qiu wants to show his heart to Ding Guoyan, it seems a little unreasonable, because in the Haizhou Hotel, the matter of Ding Guoyan and Xiaojie has already been spread, and it is impossible for Zhang Qiu not to know.

And Zhang Qiu did this, which is a bit of a suspicion of a third party interfering.

If this is a love letter, if Zhang Qiu wants to show his heart to Ding Guoyan, then Xiaojie is indirectly hurt by feelings, and Wang Shao has become a helper.

Thinking of Xiaojie's family misfortune, Wang Shao secretly decided: No matter what, he can't hand over this envelope to Ding Guoyan.

No matter what it has to do with this, you can't do anything to hurt Xiaojie.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Wang Shao took the opportunity to crumple the envelope into a ball, and put it in his pocket after thinking about it.

has stubborn blood in Wang Shao's bones, which has made him full of responsibility since he was a child.

Although he was not ready to hand over the letter to Ding Guoyan, he didn't want to throw it away like that.

Or return the envelope to Zhangqiu.

After making up his mind, Wang Shao put away the envelope and continued to stare at the exit of the box.

The wait is long and boring, especially if you don't know the result, every minute that passes is so difficult.

Lighting a cigarette, Wang Shao smoked hard, with the help of the unique taste of nicotine, to dispel boredom.

When there are only a few cigarettes left, the hall of the performing arts bar is suddenly brightly lit, illuminating the dim hall as if it were day.

It's finally time to close.

Wang Shao lifted his spirit and stared intently at the passage at the exit of the box.

However, until one of Zuihou's guests left, he didn't see Xiaoqing or Xiang Lianghai.

Rubbing his somewhat sore eyes, Wang Shao left the show in frustration.

Where did Xiaoqing go? Where are Xiang Lianghai's people?

On the way back to the room, Wang Shao's mind was entangled with one question after another.

For a while, Wang Shao felt that everyone who passed by him was suspicious, and this Haizhou Hotel seemed to have become a palpitating hotel.

Not only is there an existence like Tu Zhiqiang's organization hidden in the kitchen, but even the performing arts bar is full of mystery.

Wang Shao wanted to call the police and let the police solve the problem, but he still couldn't think about it.

I can't be sure that Xiang Lianghai and Xiaoqing disappeared in the performing arts bar, and there is no evidence to show it, how can they call the police?

Wang Shao, who was restless, returned to the room and lay on his back on the bed, staring at the white ceiling, without any sleep.

The quartz clock on the wall pointed to two o'clock in the morning, four hours before the agreed time with Xiaojie.

Wang Shao, who was slightly irritable, wanted to smoke to refresh himself, and reached out for his cigarette, but touched the thick envelope.

It was the envelope that Zhang Qiu asked Wang Shao to hand over to Ding Guoyan.

Taking out the envelope, Wang Shao played with it casually, and Zhang Qiu's advice echoed in his ears: Be sure to help, please hand it over to Manager Ding.

A wry smile crept up the corner of Wang Shao's mouth.

I still remember that when I went to Ruffian Ditch to help my cousin collect debts, I met the appreciation of the boss of Ruffian Ditch and asked him to get his son back.

At that time, the second uncle gave him an audio tape, and now Zhang Qiu gave an envelope.

Although the two things are not the same, the meaning is similar.

What makes Wang Shao smile wryly is that Weishenme herself is so easy to believe, and uses herself as a person who transmits information.

But no matter what, they should feel that Wang Shao is trustworthy, so they will hand over these things to Wang Shao.

Although he did not promise Zhang Qiu, Zhang Qiu stuffed the envelope into Wang Shao's hands.

Wang Shao planned to tell Xiaojie about the envelope before, but now that he thinks about it carefully, he feels that it is inappropriate.

Pinching the envelope again, Wang Shao only felt a heavy sense of responsibility.

Even if he didn't promise Zhang Qiu anything, even if Zhang Qiu really intervened in Xiaojie's feelings, he couldn't live up to Zhang Qiu's trust in him.

This envelope still has to be handed over to Ding Guoyan, so as to live up to Zhangqiu's trust in himself.

Wang Shao thought of a compromise and handed the envelope to Ding Guoyan, and at the same time reminded Xiaojie to pay attention.

So how can we not violate Zhang Qiu's requirements, but also get Xiaojie to get noticed?

Staring at the envelope in his hand that contained Zhang Qiu's request, Wang Shao had a wit and thought about it.

At six o'clock in the morning the next day, Wang Shao and Xiaojie met at the gate of the passenger transportation center on time.

Xiaojie was carrying a simple bag and was about to get into the car with a solemn expression, but was stopped by Wang Shao.

Looking at Wang Shao's Chinese face, Xiaojie was a little puzzled: What does this Wang Shao mean, he was still urging him to return to the ancient town yesterday, but he stopped him this morning.

Seeing Xiaojie's dazed face, Wang Shao said according to the method he had thought of in advance: "Xiaojie, you can bring Manager Ding with you." ”

"Why?" Xiaojie asked puzzled.

"You take Manager Ding back with you, so that your father can be happy before he dies, and let him see his future daughter-in-law."

Xiaojie shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Guoyan has always been disgusted with those people who mix with society, how can he go back to see my father with me." ”

Xiaojie is right, since he was molested by those two men after drinking at the entertainment bar, Ding Guoyan has been full of disgust with these men.

But Wang Shao has his own ideas.

asked Xiaojie to take Ding Guoyan back together, because he didn't want to create an opportunity for Zhang Qiu to get involved.

Wang Shao thought that the way was to let Ding Guoyan and Xiaojie go back together, and handed the envelope to Ding Guoyan in front of Xiaojie.

Hearing Xiaojie's objection, Wang Shao couldn't help but hurriedly say: "Even if she is disgusted, but the second uncle is your father and his father after all, it is impossible not to even go to see Zuihou, right?" ”

Putting away a wry smile, Xiaojie said with a straight face: "No, I'm sure Guoyan won't go back with me, otherwise she would have agreed last night." ”

After a pause, he said, "Besides, she still has to go to work, how can she go back with me." ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, a shout came from a distance: "Xiaojie, is it you?" ”

A sweet mezzo-soprano pierced the tranquility of the early morning and entered Wang Shao and Xiaojie's eardrums.

The two of them followed the prestige in unison, only to see a figure get out of the taxi and quickly approach the stairs of the passenger transportation center.

Xiaojie's eyes were sharp, and he immediately recognized that the figure rushing towards the sweet was Ding Guoyan just mentioned.

"Guoyan, why are you here?" Xiaojie answered in surprise, turned to meet Ding Guoyan, and eagerly answered.

Wang Shao was also a little strange: How did Ding Guoyan come here, could it be because of what he just said that moved God, so that Ding Guoyan appeared here?

Rubbing the corners of his eyes vigorously, Wang Shao stared at it carefully, that's right, the figure running from a distance was indeed Ding Guoyan.

Just when Wang Shao was secretly wondering, Ding Guoyan had already run to the front and replied: "I'm here to find Wang Shao." ”

"Looking for Wang Shao?" Xiaojie replied casually, and his eyes subconsciously fell on Wang Shao's body, puzzled.

Ding Guoyan hurriedly ran to the passenger transportation center, not to go back with Xiaojie, not to say goodbye to Xiaojie, but to find Wang Shao?

As soon as this sentence came out, Wang Shao and Xiaojie were surprised to varying degrees, especially Xiaojie, whose eyes were bigger than a bull's eye, looking at Ding Guoyan and Wang Shao, as if they wanted to see what the connection between the two was.

Without waiting for Wang Shao and Xiaojie to have more time to speculate, Ding Guoyan broke out an even more astonishing sentence: "Sister Xiaoqing called me." ”

This time it was Wang Shao's turn to be surprised.

Hearing the word Xiaoqing pop out of Ding Guoyan's mouth, Wang Shao could no longer keep his composure, and took over the conversation and said, "What are you talking about, Xiaoqing called you?" ”

Ding Guoyan nodded without hesitation and said, "Well, she told me to hand this over to you." ”

As he spoke, Ding Guoyan shook his arm like a trick, and there was already an extra envelope in his hand.

"Sister Xiaoqing said, I must give this to you." Ding Guoyan shook the envelope in his hand, and his expression looked a little naughty.

"Have you seen Xiaoqing?" Wang Shao didn't pay attention to the envelope in Ding Guoyan's hand, and continued to ask, "When have you seen her?" ”

Wang Shao didn't forget that Ding Guoyan had said before that Xiaoqing would go to the performing arts with her, and then there would be no one who had zaijian Xiaoqing, so where did this envelope come from?

As if expecting Wang Shao to ask this question, Ding Guoyan smiled bitterly and continued: "Just half an hour ago, when I was about to go to the Western restaurant to check the breakfast buffet, Sister Xiaoqing found me, handed me this envelope, and asked me to hand it over to you personally. ”

While talking, Ding Guoyan handed the envelope to Wang Shao, which meant that Wang Shao would not retract his hand if he did not accept it.