Xing Yongli stood at the door in casual clothes, holding a huge paper bag in his hand, "Stinky boy, I don't know how to go home for the New Year, and your father has to come to the door in person." ”

"Otherwise, how can you be a father! What to buy? Is there any good wine, let's have a drink? ”

"I know you want to take this mouthful, the best pure grain wine, I am reluctant to drink it with my old friends."

Fast food was placed on the table, Xing Zhaoyang raised his glass, "You blew the reporter away from the door, right?" ”

"It's a trivial matter, I saw the photo of that girl, she looks good, what do you think of your son?"

Knowing that Lao Xing doesn't do that kind of thing, Xing Zhaoyang is not restrained, "I didn't think much about it, it was pleasing to the eye, it was as simple as that." ”

Taking a sip of wine, Xing Yongli sighed, "It's pleasing to the eye, this requirement is not simple at all." For no other reason? I heard that you are going to pay yourself to save that girl? ”

"What, you're scared?"

"I'm afraid, I'm scared already, son...... You can actually think about this thing in a different way. ”

Xing Zhaoyang listened attentively.

"If this girl is really going to be your future daughter-in-law, is it possible for me to put her in the negative press? Instead of shouldering the moral burden and losing the reputation of NH now, it is better to use other methods to clarify the best of both worlds. ”

"No profit, no business. At the end of the day, you just don't say yes. ”

"It's not that you don't agree, son, think about it, is this fair to Duoduo? Besides, that girl may not be able to receive your affection."

"Do you not agree?"

Xing Yongli was categorical, "Yes......"

"Then I'll figure it out myself."

"That's it, you can do anything else, that's all, no."

Xing Zhaoyang raised his eyes, "Can you do anything else?" ”

"Yes!"

"Okay, that's what you said." A smile crossed his handsome face.

Xing Yongli frowned, he suddenly felt as if he had been deceived.

When the wine was half-drunk, Xing Yongli was slightly drunk, "Dad doesn't have too many requirements, we can't spend all day drinking and changing women like clothes, but we can't hang ourselves on a tree." Love, marriage, anyone can live without it, sometimes you are running for a lifetime, but you can live it, you can't say which moment can overthrow a qiē; Sometimes, it's hard to stay together for a minute, but day after day, it's a lifetime. The emotional thing is that he never believes in plans, loves not according to people's wishes, and only keeps true people. ”

"Love does not follow people's wishes, only sincere people remain."

It is said that drinking alcohol will increase the level of a certain hormone in the human body, which constantly reminds people of grievances and sad pasts.

Seeing that his father had already started to write crepe, afraid that tears would come out later, Xing Zhaoyang shrewdly changed the topic, "I remembered the words, and the other ...... Dong Wanchang maybe, about to find me. ”

"What's going on?" Lao Xing is really a lot more sober, and his tongue is no longer rolling.

"I can't say a sentence or two, in short, you should be careful. I could have not sued you, for fear that you would be worried, but I always have to face it, right? ”

Monet couldn't stay until the seven-day holiday, so he went to work two days early.

The elevator was crowded but quiet. People greeted each other with eyes, and Monet's eyes narrowed slightly and kept smiling until the eighteenth floor. When I stepped out of the elevator, there was a discussion behind me.

The reaction that had been expected for a long time was not unusual.

Unlike the last time, this scandal is not trivial. Monet knew the key point and insisted on showing that it didn't matter.

It coincides with Valentine's Day, and colleagues are very emotional.

Zhao Chong was the first to rush up, "Senior sister, I want to kill you!" ”

Zeng Jin sat at the desk, Xue Li was holding a glass of water behind him, "Is the injury on your hand healed?" ”

"It's almost."

Everyone chatted as usual, and it seemed that there was no difference, but they were deliberately diverting the topic.

But the more this happens, the more awkward the atmosphere becomes. Even Zhao Chong, the pistachio, was silent.

"You don't have to worry about me, there's nothing. Since it was a misunderstanding, there was no need for an explanation. When the limelight passed, nothing happened. Don't you think I'm good? ”

"That's good, that's good." Da Mo said.

"Okay, okay, let's have a reunion day, it's still Valentine's Day, everyone is happy, by the way, how do you celebrate the holiday today? Boss, do you want to send roses to Sister Lychee? Zhao Chong flashed a pair of big eyes, and his eyebrows were dancing.

It's always been so funny in the office.

Xue Li's smile was as usual, Zeng Jin held a cigarette, "Forget about the roses, according to my opinion, the broccoli is still ready, and we can still have wine for stir-fried dishes." I send it with Xiao Nai's portion. ”

It's a good thing to give the topic a no, and save face for the woman.

The others laughed silently, and Xue Li lowered his head to drink water, hiding the love in his eyes.

Monet faintly felt that Xue Zeng and the two did not seem to be as natural as before. Something must have happened that she didn't know about.

After the long vacation, most of the units have nothing to do. Except for Cheng Dong's case, the homicide team is not in a hurry.

In the past few days at home, Monet has been very curious about the progress of the case, but she was excluded from the criminal investigation center, and there are some topics that she should not ask.

At lunch, she went downstairs with Zhao Chong, but she still couldn't help but speak, "Is there any progress in Cheng Dong's case?" ”

"When the technical brigade revisited yesterday, they found a pair of footprints on the rooftop. An investigation is underway, and in my opinion, Cheng Dong's case will be handled as 'homicide'. ”

Monet nodded, thoughtful.

I was in a hurry on the day I was injured, and I never had time to think about it, how could Dong Wanchang's matter be related to Xing Zhaoyang?

After the New Year, there were not too many work notices, Xing Zhaoyang went home in the evening, sat on the sofa, and tapped his fingers on the sofa cushion intentionally or unintentionally.

It's strange to say, I've lived here for almost two months, and I didn't feel much when I was alone in the past, but today I suddenly feel that my new home is too empty.

The quiet people are starting to get tired of being quiet.

This does not bode well.

The packed meals were set on the table, and although his stomach was rumbling, he had little appetite.

Looking at the empty seat opposite, Xing Zhaoyang smiled bitterly: Monet, this girl, blew away like a gust of wind, but left him in a mess.

When Huang Duoduo pushed the door and came in, the food was already cold, "Are you still eating?" ”

"Why don't you eat it?"

"Then I'll warm it up, and I'll tell you something after eating."

"Let's talk while we eat."

"Let's finish eating."

When I entered the kitchen, I was familiar with all kinds of kitchen utensils, and after a while, the dishes were all hot.

"That reporter, remember?"

Xing Zhaoyang nodded, feeling that something was wrong.

"He's missing ......"

Really......

As he said that, the doorbell rang.

After moving, Zeng Jin was still visiting for the first time, there was no gossip between friends, no laughter between comrades-in-arms, after entering the house, he took the lead to walk towards the master, "Zhaoyang, come back to the team with me, there are cases that need your cooperation." ”