After Jiang Liang went back, he turned on his mobile phone, and on WeChat, there was a striking message.

Hello.

It's Ningbao.

She agreed to make me a friend.

The joy in Jiang Liang's heart, through the warm eyes, seemed to be about to overflow.

The heartbeat is slowly accelerating.

The face is slightly hot.

My heart was so sweet that I was bubbling, and I subconsciously picked up a pack of pink marshmallows on the bedside table.

He loves pink.

Pick one up and hold it in your mouth.

It's really sweet and sweet, also like pink.

No hesitation in replying: Hello.

Seeing the nickname of Dumb Jun, Jiang Liang felt his eyes stinging slightly.

She's not dumb.

She's going to get better.

Fingers move slightly, flying up and down. Remarks: Ningbao.

An Ning quickly replied: It's almost nine o'clock, I sleep, good night.

Jiang Liang wanted to talk to her more, but he was afraid of disturbing her sleep.

Reluctantly replied: Good night.

A minute later.

Ning Bao: Good night.

Jiang Liang: Good night.

Ning Bao: Good night.

Jiang Liang: Go to sleep.

Ning Bao: No, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, so I have to end the topic first.

Jiang Liang looked at his phone and didn't reply.

Even if he really wanted to reply, he was afraid that she wouldn't sleep well all night.

He will be distressed.

Keep your eyes peeled and glued to the screen.

He was reluctant to blink.

He wanted to see her a little longer.

So, on a long night, someone held his mobile phone and watched it all night......

Here, the Dai family's charity meeting is still going on and is nearing its end.

The old man introduced loudly: "Next, is the finale of the famous painter of the Ming Dynasty......"

This was followed by a photograph.

The old man's face changed suddenly, his eyes were horrified, his fingers trembled slightly, and he slammed his introduction calmly.

The old man reacted quickly, cheered up, and played a round with a smile.

"Everybody, let's have a little reversal. Next, it's the real finale! ”

Then, soon a waiter came up and removed the photo in a panic.

Xia Solstice is sharp-eyed, and the photo is a black and white photo, which is several years old.

It was a big black area, and there was a small figure faintly curled up next to it, vaguely recognizable, it was a girl, and she looked like she was seven or eight years old.

His heart moved, and he pulled Nan Yuchu next to him, and his tone was excited.

"Photos! With my extraordinary talent as a journalist and practical exercises, this photo is definitely funny! ”

Nan Yuchu nodded obediently: "Then I'll go and buy the photo......"

Xia Zhi gave him a slap in the face, hating iron and not steel.

"Are you stupid? People have withdrawn in a hurry, will they let you buy it? Stealing, of course! ”

Nan Yuchu shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, we can't steal." ”

Xia Zhi rolled his eyes: "If you can't steal it, then grab it!" ”

Nan Yuchu looked at her aggrievedly, and her white face was slightly red: "You, you ......"

At the same time, some decadent man sitting in the corner stood up suddenly!

It's coming, it's coming......

No wonder the man was so determined, it turned out that he had caught his life.

It's actually this photo......

Didn't he burn all the materials, though? How can there be any leftovers?

He must steal it, and it must not fall into the hands of others!

This person is none other than Dai Zhi'an.