The girl also said that there is a witty saying, calling beating is kissing and scolding is love. You are working so hard, is it to be with Han Chengyu in the future. He's so good, if he doesn't stand out, he will have a sense of insecurity.

She said it wasn't. Han Chengyu's mother came to the school to find her and told her to stay away from his son. Her mother's attitude was very bad, as if she had been stained with her, and his son was going to be unlucky for the rest of his life, or the kind that would never come out.

Let her stay away from her, who is she, and why listen to her. Let her stay away, she won't leave.

Liang Zhengjiang walked out of the store and touched him with his elbow. "When it's over, shall we go back?"

Half an hour later, the small shop selling mobile phone cards made the first business of the day.

At the same time, in front of the fence.

Liang Zhengjiang was next to Xu Langxing, looking at his face from the side.

"yes, that's right." He pulled up the photos of the evidence saved in his phone and showed them to him.

Xu Langxing doesn't need to look at it at all, it must be here. He has looked at the photos countless times, and it is absolutely impossible to be wrong.

Jiuyi Nursing Home.

The appearance is similar to her junior high school, Hanhong Middle School.

Electric fence, yellow signboard. The main entrance is a three-way street, and there are three three-story red brick buildings. The middle path starts with a flower bed.

On the sidewalk outside the gate, small stalls selling drinks are busy. A glass case, a parasol, a small stool. Underneath the glass case is actually a modified tricycle. This car is extremely convenient, it can be parked wherever it is, and you can do business when you stop, which is really worthy of the crystallization of the wisdom of the working people.

Cha Song-ha bought a glass bottle of drink from a small stall. He also borrowed the big straw hat of the stall owner, sat on the road and drank while looking into the old people's home.

What is Zhang Xiaoya doing here, what is she here to be threatened, and what does she represent.

There is a market outside the old people's home, and a low hill on the other side, and the location is not special.

Homes for the elderly. Zhang Xiaoya. Zhang Xiaoya. Homes for the elderly.

Where is the association.

"What are you doing here?"

Cha Song-ha bit the straw flat because he was struggling to think.

She was tightly blocked by a straw hat, her face was a little red from the wind, and there seemed to be some annoyance in her eyes.

She didn't think anyone was talking to her at all.

The questioner crouched down beside her and patted her head in a big straw hat. "What are you doing? Well? ”

Now she heard clearly. It's a sound that makes your heart beat wildly. She turned her head, her speed was too fast, and her reaction was too violent, and the big straw hat almost fell off, so she quickly reached out to hold it.

"Isn't it, I'm pretending to be like this, and you can recognize it?" She was pleasantly surprised and surprised.

"Isn't it only me who thinks that others can't hear it?" A tacit smile faintly appeared on the corner of Xu Langxing's mouth.

Che Songhe measured his elaborate outfit and said angrily, thinking that his efforts were in vain. She took off her big straw hat and gave it back to the drink stall owner.

Xu Langxing turned his hand and took the big straw hat back and put it on for her again. "It's okay if I recognize it, don't let others recognize it."

Che Songhe tilted his head and looked behind him. I don't know who is standing behind him, it's the first time I've seen him. She held out five fingers and waved at him. "Hello."

Liang Zhengjiang felt weak for a while. Isn't this the woman he said was fierce, looking at it now, but it's not fierce again. Not to mention knowing the team leader, the relationship with Xu Langxing is also extraordinary, is it an enthusiastic sunrise masses? Liang Zhengjiang was full of curiosity about her.

He held out his hand to her. "Hello, I'm Liang Zhengjiang."

The soft little hand put on his, "Hello, my name is Che Song He." She smiled sweetly, matching this outfit, like a high school student.

Her face was pinched back by two fingers, "Why are you here?" Said in a steady, low but clear voice.

At this moment, she desperately wants to flirt with the boy she loves, and confides that because of his existence, her cold heart has the ability to gradually fall in love with the world.

Still, she restrained herself.

With their hands in their pockets, things appeared in front of them like a trick. The action is chic and done in one go.

"Oh, this, that's it." She turned her head to look at the door of the old people's home.

"Eh, eh!" Liang Zhengjiang saw that the criminal police's defensive heart appeared urgently, "Why do you have this!" ”

"What's going on?" She wondered. "It's still me and ...... I'm going to get it back. Che Songhe looked at Xu Langxing, and when he said this, a trace of frustration crossed his eyes, and she immediately skipped the less important section. I work in Nanli Antique City. She added wittily.

"Oh. That's right. Liang Zhengjiang nodded with relief, and understood.

"We're going to go in and investigate." Xu Langxing said to her.

"I can't go." She asked. She knew that the key to whether she could go or not was her new friend, so she set her hopeful eyes on Liang Zhengjiang.

"Yes!" Liang Zhengjiang said with a grin, "Didn't you provide us with intelligence!" ”

Che Songhe immediately became happy.

"You can only listen, but you are not allowed to speak." Xu Langxing instructed her.

The director of the old people's home is gray-haired, but he is in good spirits. The face is red and radiant. Short hair is also permed, exactly the kind of wave that is popular among older women in Europe.

She slowly picked up the glasses around her neck, put them on, and looked at the person in the photo.

He shook his head with a sad face.

"Fushun, come, come."

A caregiver who was accompanying an elderly person at the leisure center was called.

"She knows this place better than I do, the elderly, relatives, they can talk to her." The dean said. "Let's take a look at this."

Fushun is about fifty years old, with a fat figure, black hair permed into small curls, and red and prominent cheekbones. "Isn't this Su Tian?" She recognized the person in the photo at a glance.

"Who'!!" The three of them widened their eyes at the same time, like extras in a stage play with the leading actors' unified expressions and movements.

Fushun and the dean looked at them, and Fushun still had his mouth wide open. "What's wrong?" She was suspicious.

"It's okay, you go on." Xu Langxing quickly regained his composure.

"It's Su Tianna, that's right." Fushun said without thinking. "The girl who comes to volunteer on the weekend has long hair, is very elegant, doesn't have much to say, and does her work very neatly."

The old dean seemed to remember that there was such a person, but he didn't match the number, and his expression was between understanding and not understanding too much.

When the afternoon activity time came, the elderly who could move around freely came to the leisure area in pairs, and were inconveniently pushed by the nursing staff of the nursing home in light wheelchairs.

They began to play poker, chess, read books, read newspapers and watch television in the leisure center.

Under the eaves of the old people's home, the female elderly people lined up and looked at the cars on the road to chat and relieve their boredom.

"Young people who don't dislike the old people and are willing to volunteer are good children. She and her boyfriend are kind people. She poked her finger at the photo with certainty.