Driving to 327, Wang Zhe has always felt that Guan Ting is not so simple as it seems, and it is certain that it was Guan Ting who followed him that time, and a series of subsequent coincidences and encounters were arranged by her.

Although I don't know what she wants to do, I am sure that there is absolutely nothing good, maybe the Lin family sent to get close to her?

But why did the Lin family send someone close to him, wasn't it already in the newspaper? Don't you worry about the trap they arranged, this is the second move?

Unable to figure it out, Wang Zhe did not go to the inpatient department of 327 Hospital, but went straight to the small garden of the nursing home behind him to ask Mo Lao for help, maybe he could find out Guan Ting's identity.

As long as you know what her identity is, everything can be clear.

Walking downstairs to the villa where Mo Lao lived, standing for a while, Wang Zhe turned around and walked out of the nursing home, and bought a pack of soft hibiscus Wang and a lighter at the main entrance of the hospital, this old guy is a smoking gun, Mo Yan is now caught by himself, and it is better to give him a pack of cigarettes than anything else.

A new nurse opened the door to Wang Zhe, and it seems that the one who had flirted with herself was really dismissed by Mo Yan.

"Hello, who are you?"

"Mo Lao's ...... Grandson. ”

"Oh, come in, please." The little nurse gave way, and Wang Zhe went straight upstairs.

went upstairs, Mo Lao's door was locked, knocked on the door a few times, and Mo Lao's somewhat hurried voice came from inside: "Who?" ”

"Me."

There was a sound of broken footsteps, the door was opened, Mo Lao stretched out his head to look at the corridor, then grabbed Wang Zhe into the room, and locked the door again.

Wang Zhe sniffed and said with a smile: "Secretly smoking again, right?" ”

"Fart." Mo Lao was angry, then thought of something, and pointed to the balcony: "I smoked it on the balcony, can you smell it?" ”

Wang Zhe smiled bitterly: "We are all people who practice martial arts, and our noses are more powerful than dogs." ”

"That's right." Mo Lao nodded, the door was locked, and the person relaxed, complaining: "I just took two puffs, I thought it was who, and I pinched it off." ”

"Aren't you out of smoke? Hidden again? How many are hidden? ”

"Not really." Mo Lao shrugged his shoulders and looked serious.

Wang Zhe took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket and threw them to Mo Lao: "It's for you." ”

"Don't, don't, just give me three." It seems that Mo Lao has been suppressed for a long time, and his nerves are unconsciously tense for tobacco.

"What?"

"If Yanyan is caught, it is estimated that these three roots will not be able to hide." Mo Lao said while tearing open the cigarette.

"Mo Yan was locked up by me." Wang Zhe reminded.

Mo Lao's hand that took out three cigarettes stopped, thought about it, put the cigarette back again, only took out one and threw it into his mouth, blatantly put a box into his pocket, and said shamelessly: "I forgot." ”

Although he knew that his granddaughter was locked up, Mo Lao still walked to the balcony, sat on the Taishi chair, smoked a cigarette and asked, "How is it?" Are you okay? ”

"Yanyan is fine, I'll send her food later, Mo Lao, I came to you to help me check someone through your relationship."

"People? Who? ”

"A girl named Guan Ting, however, the name may also be fake." Wang Zhe leaned against the window of the balcony, turned his face to look at Mo Lao, and told the story from beginning to end: "I was in the villa at the time, and on the way back to Beichen, I always found a car following me, but her tracking skills were very poor, and then she ............ on campus."

After Mo Lao finished smoking a cigarette, Wang Zhe also finished speaking.

"Then her name must be fake, how to check? Do you have a photo? ”

Wang Zhe shook his head: "Where do I have a photo of her, besides, my mobile phone doesn't have a camera function, but I can describe it to you, my painting was taught by the old man, Chinese painting." ”

Wang Zhe understands piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but if you want to say that you are proficient in a little bit, you really don't have it, you just understand it. Painting is good, but Wang Zhejing can't afford to paint one thing.

"As long as you know how to draw." Mo Lao stood up, perhaps because of the face of the bag of soft hibiscus kings, and the special efficiency of doing things.

Picked up the landline on the bedside table and dialed a few numbers.

"Yunde, send someone over to pick up the painting, and then help me check the identity and detailed information of the person who painted it."

I hung up the phone and asked the nurse to go outside to get paper and pen.

Lying on the round table on the balcony, Wang Zhe recalled Guan Ting and did not start writing for a long time.

Guan Ting is a cute little round face, not big, but very delicate, with good skin, and no words to say about her facial features, saying that it is Liu Yue's curved eyebrows, her bright eyes and teeth are not too much, and her height is about one meter sixty-two. The hair is about two centimeters below the shoulders, and the eyebrows are flat.

In more than twenty minutes, the people of the Moyunde faction had already arrived, and Wang Zhe had not finished it and was revising the painting.

It is said that when the book is used, it is hated less, and if you know that you can learn Chinese painting with the old man, you don't have to be so tired.

"This girl is pretty." After another five minutes, Wang Zhe was finished, Mo Lao took the painting and looked at it, nodded and said, "If she uses beauty tricks, she should be able to." ”

"She seems to be using a beauty trick." Wang Zhe interjected.

"That's not good, words ......" Speaking of this, Mo Lao suddenly stopped, looked at the middle-aged thin man in a police uniform beside him, and handed him the painting: "Go back." ”

"Yes." The man knew that Mo Lao was identity, stood up and saluted, and slowly exited the room.

After the man left, Mo Lao pointed at Wang Zhe: "I'll tell you, this can't work." ”

"It's useless to tell me, she uses beauty tricks, and it's not me who uses beautiful men."

"Are you still beautiful?" Mo Lao hit him unceremoniously: "Come on, that is, you have a baby parent, otherwise whose girl will like you?" ”

"Then cancel the baby kiss, I want to see whose girl will marry me." Wang Zhe also retorted politely.

"You're beautiful."

"You mean, if Mo Yan doesn't marry me, no one will want it?"

"Fart."

"That's what you mean."

"Not really." Mo Lao took out another cigarette and handed it to Wang Zhe: "Smoke it?" ”

Wang Zhe shook his hand: "I really don't have this habit, smoking can reduce pressure, but I don't have any pressure now, let's talk about it later." ”

"Don't pull it down." Mo Lao wished that Wang Zhe would not smoke it, so he lit a fire on his mouth and asked, "Have you read the notepad that your uncle gave you?" What do you think? ”

Wang Zhe took it out, handed it to Mo Lao and shook his head: "There are a lot of things recorded, but they all seem to be adult past, it's really useless for me to come, but I have seen both sides of the introduction of this six-character signboard, is the Yao family very powerful?" ”

"Awesome." Mo Lao pursed his lips, spit out a cigarette, took the book and flipped a few pages, and said: "The Yao family is the oldest signboard, I can tell you that each generation of the Yao family will input fresh blood to the first team, their Yao family is majoring in ancient martial arts, just like your grandfather, but their Yao family's unique mental method is not as powerful as "Yin and Yang Eleven Veins True Qi", so the helm of each session is not the Yao family's turn to sit." ”

"At first, I guessed that this unknown helmsman might be someone from the Yao family, but then I felt that it was wrong, if it was someone from the Yao family, there was no need to support Li Huaisheng, so I didn't understand."

"Then there are no people with special abilities in the Yao family?"