Xuan'er looked over, only dared to glance at each other and quickly turned around.

She was visibly scared of him.

It's the kind of feeling that girls have that is both respectful and a little afraid of older leaders.

"Well, I wanted to go home, but I was entangled."

Ding Yibiao let out a sigh and a little jealousy. The moment he slapped the steering wheel, there was a hint of not to be outdone.

Xuan'er didn't know if she was thinking too much.

She has always felt that she is very loved by him, although she has organized many activities and is a large group of girls together, but she can still see the look of possession.

It's the first time he's been alone, and he's hinting at it now.

Does this mean that Minister Ding values her very much and cares about her. It's different for her than for other beautiful female staff.

Che Songhe looked at the photo in the office, and like Xu Langxing, he fell into deep thought.

It seems that there is an extraordinary mystery hidden in this, and it only takes one small step to unravel the mystery. But it is also possible that because of this small step, you will fall into a puzzle forever.

In the face of difficulties, it has always been necessary to persevere for a period of time, and no one can deal with it so neatly.

Over time, new ideas can emerge about the problem of refusal to give up.

She pulled out a 2B pencil from her backpack and began to trace the outline of the handwriting on the wall in the photo.

The mottled marks are first given a shape shelf, then filled in with a pen diagonally colored, and finally lifted up with a straight arm to take a peek.

Just at a glance! The mystery has been revealed!

Elderly!!

Che Songhe slapped the table.

Why did you go earlier, why didn't you think of it!!

No wonder it's so hard to think, the word Yi is too biased and not commonly used!

But what is the old age?

The handwriting shown in the photo is indeed the word Yi Lao.

Literally, it looks like an honorific title for the old man surnamed Yi.

A well-known figure with the surname Yi? Not really. What's more, why paint the title of the old man on the wall.

I had an idea and searched the Internet.

There are a lot of messy related words, and there is no practical one.

Add the name of the place, Yin Zhi, try.

Yinzhi City Jiuyi Nursing Home!!

Che Songhe held the photo and made a strange appearance, and stomped his feet with excitement.

Cui Bigao tentatively knocked on the door of the minister's office.

"What!" A perfunctory question came from inside the door.

With a smile on his face, he pushed open a little crack in the door and swept in.

Minister Che looked quite pleasant. So I was a little relieved, and pushed away a little more, and then a little more.

Che Songhe immediately turned his face when he saw the comer. "Get out!"

The staff in the cubicle of the Propaganda Department rushed over to look at it.

Cui Bigao hurriedly drilled inside and quickly closed the door.

"Minister Che. Senior, I asked me to come and talk to you. Well, let's go get some drinks when you're off work. Han Chengyu asked him to keep smiling as much as possible, and he didn't dare to let go of his eight teeth for a moment.

Cha Songha's attention was still on the photo where he had just found the answer. She doesn't want to pay attention to Cui Bigao at all now, what she thinks about is whether to talk to Team Leader Jin after all. I don't know if they found this clue.

"Don't drink it."

"What about eating?"

"Don't eat it."

Cui Bigao's face was embarrassed. "But senior, let me explain it to you."

"I'm annoyed." Che Songhe threw the 2B pencil on the table. "You didn't have anything to do with me before you did it, and you fooled around with me by the way. You're still using me, and I've come up with a good idea, and you're picking up a ready-made one.

Would you like to explain it afterwards? Sensei explained, guessed everything. You get out, get out. If I have any questions, I will go to Han Chengyu and ask. Oh no. She stuffed the photo under the computer, "Didn't Vice President Jiang embarrass you?" ”

"That's right," he smiled. "Minister Lau Shau Kee told me not to call the police and act as if nothing had happened. Promised to pay me an extra month's salary as nutrition expenses. ”

Che Songhe's eyes rolled.

Does that mean that it was Liu Shaoji who kidnapped him?

Then he didn't get an automatic confession from him, and there was no evidence, and he was afraid that the time would delay too long to attract the attention of Cui Bigao's family and he would go to the police, so he threw out the small punishment and big punishment?

"It's only been a month, it's so easy to get rid of, you have to take half a year." She had an idea.

"Yo, I'd better take it when I see it." He still remembers the little black house and the black-faced big brother with a pimple on his face. How he and Han Chengyu implemented it can be restored after a careful analysis. But there was one thing she was interested in knowing.

"What did Jiang Soya lose? What the hell did you take her? Is it an appraisal report? She even forgot to shout the honorific title of Vice President Jiang.

"Oh!" Cui Bigao was greatly frightened, and tiptoed forward two steps, approaching Che Songhe's desk.

Cha Song-ha looked under his laptop to make sure he couldn't see anything.

"I can't say that here. I'll have to mess around for a few days before I can quit. He said to her. If you refuse to eat and drink tea with me, you can ask your seniors. He wished you could go to him.

Remember the topic we discussed last time, seniors like to be smart but not exposed. I don't think there is a wiser, deeper, and more handsome man in this world than a senior. After speaking, he laughed to himself.

Che Songhe was so sick of him that he was so disgusted. She almost wanted to ask him if he liked men.

"Don't worship there." She blasted him out, "You get out, get out." Don't come if it's okay. ”

Cui Bigao obeyed the instructions and went out sneakily again. He was only relaxed when he went out, grinning and showing eight teeth, which was very tired.

Che Songhe sighed hatefully, looking at his aggrieved look. If he is generous and open-minded, maybe Liu Shaoji will not be able to catch him.

Pull out the photo pressed under the computer.

Seeing the photo, her smile was all over her face again. felt that she was handsome, Xu Langxing knew if she would praise her.

So, do you want to find this place after work?

Because he was involved in a homicide case, he was quite curious about this place.

I still don't want it, it's dark after work, and it's a bit dangerous.

Then again, it's good to get dark. There is a night to cover, not so conspicuous, even if it is photographed by the surveillance in the same location, it should be very unclear. Zhang Xiaoya's photo is daytime, and it is very blurry.

Not good, still bad. Let's go during the day on weekends. Mixed in with the crowd, the visible is invisible.

I was lying on my stomach studying the photos for too long, my neck hurt, and I was thirsty.

Make an internal phone call and ask Shuyan to go to the pantry and make a cup of coffee.

The sun outside the window is really nice, especially when you're in a good mood.

Adjusting the mode of the office chair to leisurely, in the rhythm of swaying like a rocking chair, she launched a restoration of Cui Bigao's theft.

Cui Bigao is Han Chengyu, who was assigned to her department a few days after receiving a letter of appointment from Cui Zhili and a few days after she officially took office.

Obtaining Xu Langxing's address from him made her deeply grateful to Han Chengyu.