But Wang Sili has been reluctant to say it, and he is not easy to pierce, so he had to say lightly: "Maybe I went to the same school." ”

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and was about to ask Lin Ziqing, when Bai Tang just replied to his previous message.

— Okay, I'm downstairs.

After reading it, Jiang Futing returned to the page of the information editor and sent a message to Lin Ziqing: How is Wang Sili?

When he looked up again, he only heard the driver's whispered sigh again, and he could hear that Wang Sili was really spoiled and worried: "I hope so." ”

After getting out of the car, Jiang Futing flipped back and forth on his mobile phone two or three times, but there was no movement until he had turned into the alley, and Lin Ziqing had not replied to him.

Is it too busy or what?

It is impossible for Lin Ziqing not to reply to him, if he is just busy, he is afraid that something will happen.

While thinking about things, while walking, he had unconsciously walked to the door of Bai Tang's house, and when he raised his eyes, Bai Tang was sweeping the snow on the eaves in the corner.

Bai Tang's height is the height of a normal man, and he is still some distance away from the eaves with a broom, so he blindly scans up while jumping, and he can't poke it even higher, so he directly shakes his arms and waves blindly, the picture looks clumsy and funny.

It's not too late now, and there are occasionally one or two passers-by on the road, and it's not good for him to use ghost energy to take advantage of it.

Jiang Futing walked over slowly, and Bai Tang heard his footsteps stop and turned around: "You came quite quickly." ”

"A message from the bus." Jiang Futing glanced at the eaves of the single-story old house he was working on, and was a little inexplicable: "It's good to melt it." ”

"If you can't wait for it to melt, sometimes it's too late to melt and go down again, and you will accumulate more." Bai Tang struggled to cushion his feet and continued to wave: "When there are old people resting, sometimes they will suddenly roll down and hit them. Recently, few people have been standing outside for activities, and this old house has eaves, and many people use it to protect from the wind and rain. ”

Jiang Futing saw that he couldn't reach him for a long time, so he leaned over and grabbed the broom in his hand directly.

Bai Tang turned his head to look at him, and when his eyes widened, there was a dim light reflected in the roadside, as bright as stars.

"I'll get it for you." Jiang Futing deliberately compared the height of the two people.

Bai Tang snorted and retreated to the side with an unhappy expression.

When the snow on the eaves was almost finished, the mobile phone in Jiang Futing's pocket finally vibrate, but his hands were wet, all the snow water flowing backwards from the broom, and it was stained with dust, which was extremely dirty.

He turned his head to look at the person standing lazily holding his hands on the side, and said, "Can you help me take off my phone." ”

Bai Tang looked like an uncle, and asked reluctantly, "Where?" ”

"In your trouser pocket." Jiang Futing moved his foot on the side of the mobile phone in his pocket.

"It's a lot." Bai Tang walked over with his mouth shut, with a sullen look on his face.

Jiang Futing saw that he was not happy and explained: "My hands are dirty. ”

"You love cleanliness." Bai Tang complained, touched his trouser pocket, and turned around twice very casually.

Jiang Futing was scratched a little by his fingertips, which was uncomfortable

moved his feet: "Haven't found it yet?" ”

"You have a wrapper paper and a pen in here, and you are panicking." Bai Tang touched it twice impatiently, touched the feel of the hard metal object, and immediately changed his words, "Found it." ”

When he watched the other party's paw with the mobile phone evacuate from his pocket, Jiang Futing breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the phone was lost, "You can help me take a look." ”

Bai Tang strongly condemned him for this kind of unsparing oppression of the master, but he was doing things for himself again, so he pressed the button, "Password." ”

Jiang Futing reported a number, and then asked, "Is there a text message?" ”

Bai Tang opened the mobile phone page and looked at it, "Yes, it's called Lin Ziqing?" ”

Jiang Futing continued to wave the remnants of snow on the roof, "What did he say?" ”

"She's fine, comma, good, full stop, how are you doing, question mark." Bai Tang copied word by word, not even punctuating marks.

Jiang Futing's action of clearing the snow paused, and he turned his head to look at him, this person must have done it on purpose!

Bai Tang looked at him with a smile on his face, looking a scoundrel: "It's exactly the same, it perfectly meets the needs of a young master with obsessive-compulsive disorder like you." ”

Jiang Futing retracted his cold eyes, raised his head and waved his hand again: "You reply: Is she still with you?" After speaking, he emphasized: "Go back well." ”

Bai Tang didn't speak, lowered his head, and his fingers flew "clicking".

It didn't take long for the phone to vibrate again, and Jiang Futing turned his head to look at him.

Bai Tang seemed to be in a report-like tone, and his words were round: "She left the hospital yesterday morning, is there anything wrong?" After reading it, Standard looked at him with a smile.

"And he said, 'I know.'" Jiang Futing turned a blind eye to his attitude and continued to command him expressionlessly.

After sweeping the snow, he washed his hands, and Lin Ziqing was so interested that he didn't reply to his message.

But where can Wang Sili go?

While he was pondering, Bai Tang's shout interrupted his train of thought: "Let's go, senior brother will teach you to draw a new talisman." ”

Jiang Futing looked at him with great excitement and had a bad premonition in his heart.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent, and the cold wind is bleak.

Through the shadow reflected in the glass window, you can see a hard-working teenager, sleepless all night, holding a brush and waving it constantly.

Occasionally, a piece of paper floats up and then hovers down.

The alleys are quiet, but the downtown area is a world of difference.

Imagination Clubhouse.

Deafening rock 'n' roll, exhilarating indulgence, and the desire to put nowhere to go.

Wang Sili sat in front of the bar as always, sipping cocktails, the alcohol was slightly high, her cheeks were slightly drunk, and her eyes were a little foggy.

From the moment she regained her body's sovereignty, she found that her mobile phone had an additional software for listening devices, and she knew that it was that guy who did it for her.

At first she didn't know what it was and wanted to uninstall it directly.

But she couldn't resist her curiosity, the idea of what the hell that guy wanted to do, so she opened the software.

I never expected the result

and she will hear these things.

His father was framed and condemned!

She heard with her own ears the conversation of these people, the ugly conspiracy of these people, this group of people is like a devil, treating human life as a mustard, a fluttering word, a group of innocent people pay for their interests!

In the end, they each quarreled over each other's interests, and they were ridiculous enough to share the money they had gained by stepping on a corpse.

So she went to Lin Ziqing to help, find a relevant insider, expose the matter, buy hot searches, and hype! Let the world know the truth!

But there is no evidence that can directly prove that the father's factory committed a crime or deliberately framed them, except for being condemned, they will not be truly criticized, they will not be convicted, and they can still be chic on their own after the storm in the city.

Wang Sili squeezed the cup in his hand tightly, and his fingers were a little red because of the congestion.

She didn't know when the guy had suspected this or when he had started preparing, but at least now she didn't want to kill herself because of the surprises she had brought.

Even if he really dies, it will be the day when he will avenge his father.

Sister Li didn't know when she sat next to her, and suddenly there was a familiar and strong smell of perfume beside her.

The perfume she wears on her body is as flamboyant and high-profile as her personality.

Wang Sili turned his head to look at her, his gaze, which was originally a little hesitant, suddenly became firm, and he said in her ear: "Come two tonight, I'll send you a message later, and you can take both of them away." ”

When she was attached to Sister Li, the smell of the other party's perfume instantly rushed over, wrapping all her senses, soft and sweet.

She was already a little drunk, but under this warmth, she was even more dizzy.

Sister Li's beautiful eyes stared at her for a few seconds, and her red cheeks were very close.

After looking at it for a while, she directly snatched the wine glass from Wang Sili's hand, but her tone was gentle: "Drink less, and when the matter is over, I will drink slowly with you." ”

Wang Sili didn't speak, and his straight eyes gradually became aggrieved.

The better Sister Li treats her, the more sad she becomes, the woman she has always longed for to be good to her, she will never look at her, except for counting, scolding, and endless anger, she has never said a word of concern to herself.

A little, even a little.

She didn't ask for much, she gave more looks, more hugs, no more harsh and sharp words, and would say such comforting words when she was tired.

But extravagant hopes can only be extravagant hopes, how can a person like her be.

Wang Sili smiled bitterly and hugged Sister Li tightly, although the smell of smoke on the other party's body was pungent, it was real, she led herself to walk from the darkness covered with debris, she gave her a warmth that she had never experienced, and brought a little light to her darkness.

Even if it is insignificant, it is a ray of light that dispelles a little of the endless cold.

Sister Li's body was stunned, and then slowly wrapped around her back: "Go ahead, they wait too long, if they are in a bad mood, it is easy to get suspicious, and then things will be difficult to handle." ”

Wang Sili was buried in her

neck socket, nodded, then sniffed, and the blank eyes tried to keep the tears from falling and dazzling the eye makeup.

After a few more seconds of greed in a momentary and short warmth, Wang Sili reluctantly let go.

As she walked out of the hall, the moment the heavy door shut, all the noise, the music that roared in her ears, the cries of release and the fervent desires that did not belong to her, were all shut out behind the heavy door as the last gap was closed.

What awaited her was the long-delayed troubles upstairs that needed to be resolved, and as long as she got the evidence, she could threaten them to get rid of them completely.

The air in the corridor was a lot fresher, and even the slightly drunk that had just overflowed was blown away, Wang Sili calmed down and walked to the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator, she lowered her head and sent a text message to Zhang Tong and another person: Come here.

Then put away the phone, looked up, "Ding!" "The elevator just arrived.

Wang Sili pressed the floor he was going to eventually, and the temperature around him didn't know when it dropped, and he felt a little cold.

Until the moment the elevator door closed, goosebumps suddenly appeared on her body, as if the heating outside was isolated.

Wang Sili rubbed his arms and stomped his feet.

She was wearing high heels, and every time she stomped it, it "clicked" very loudly.

No matter how shivering her body was, she was still shivering with cold, and the palm of her arm was visibly purple and shivering.

(End of chapter)