As soon as Qin Lou put the noodles in his mouth, Ling Qi asked, "How does it taste?" ”

Ling Qi thought that Qin Lou would say the words 'so-so' or 'average' like yesterday, but he didn't expect people to say -

"Delicious!"

"Really?"

"Hmm!"

"It's really not easy to hear the words of praise from Mr. Qin's mouth, since it's delicious, you can eat more."

Qin Lou did eat a lot, and it was a full three bowls before he stopped.

When Ling Qi started to wash the dishes and chopsticks, Zero was already driving on the way to the Fire studio.

When Ling Qi and Qin Lou started today's sketch class in the dance studio, Lu Xiaofeng in the Ling family's villa received a phone call, and after listening to the people over there, she said in a surprised voice: "What? Just the police? No other background? I haven't found it yet...... Continue to investigate, he can never be as simple as a small policeman. ”

After Lu Xiaofeng hung up the other party's phone, he secretly pondered.

Lu Xiaofeng saw Qin Lou leave in a hurry after class, he was already puzzled, and after hearing Ling Xue say that Qin Lou was no longer in a state during class today, he immediately realized that something was wrong, so he followed up, and what he saw was a picture of Qin Lou and a small policeman doing it, and the little policeman did not say anything in front of Qin Lou, and talked and laughed.

Because it was too far away, Lu Xiaofeng didn't hear what they were saying, but she basically dared to conclude that Qiao Yu's identity was not ordinary, otherwise how could he talk to Qin Lou like this?

The hesitation of the chess piece Lu Xiaofeng was because the weight could not be compared with Qin Lou, but Qiao Yu was different, so he immediately called someone to investigate Qiao Yu's identity, but he never thought that the result was just a small policeman.

Although this was the result, Lu Xiaofeng obviously didn't believe it, so he asked the man to continue to investigate.

……

Fire Studios.

When Ling Qi and Qin Lou were concentrating on painting, the door of the concealed room was knocked open, and it was Alan.

Before the two of them could react, Alan was already looking at Ling Qi and said, "Zhuo Heng, something happened?" ”

Ling Qi got up and said in front of him, "What's wrong?" ”

"I just heard that he committed suicide by jumping off a building."

Alan's words went straight down from Ling Qi's head like a muffled thunderbolt.

Ling Qi, who was splitting, was stunned on the spot.

"What do you say? Zhuo Heng committed suicide? Are you kidding me? Ling Qi didn't believe it, in her opinion, people all over the world could commit suicide, but Zhuo Heng couldn't commit suicide.

"Do you think I'm joking with you?"

Alan's face was solemn, and there was a half-separate joke.

Ling Qi immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, and immediately asked with a sinking face, "What the hell is going on?" What about him now? ”

"Hospital rescue!"

As Alan's voice fell, Ling Qi raised his foot and was about to rush out of the door, but as soon as he took a step, he thought of Qin Lou and turned around, and was about to say something, but Qin Lou preemptively said: "Go, if you need my help, call me." ”

Ling Qi nodded in response and walked out of the room quickly, followed by Alan.

After the two left, Qin Lou continued to paint, and at the same time appeared behind Qin Lou silently.

"Go find out what's going on."

"Yes!"

Zero answered and left.

In the silent room, the only sound was the 'rustling' sound of the pencil and drawing paper in Qin Lou's hand.

After Ling Qi and Alan came out of Wenjing Mansion, Alan rode a motorcycle to take Ling Qi to the hospital where Zhuo Heng was staying.

When they arrived, they learned that the rescue was over, and Zhuo Heng's life was saved, but he suffered a severe concussion and a broken neck, and he was afraid that he would need to rest for a long time to recover.