The Yang family tossed night after day, almost turning Ancheng over, and everywhere they passed, they didn't even find a single hair of Yang Qian and Yang Chuchu.

They went to Shang Qian's studio, but it was already surrounded by bodyguards, especially since there was a comic book exhibition recently, and it would definitely be a pleasure to mention the detention package when they started on the street at this moment.

They had nothing to do, even if they guessed that Yang Qian and Yang Chuchu were hiding in the Jing family, there was no way.

Neither dared to break in, nor dared to scold, let alone go to the Jing family to ask for someone.

After tossing for most of the day, they finally remembered what happened to Grandma Yang. But by the time they had rested enough and wanted to do it, Grandma Yang had already been buried.

The cold drizzle sprinkled on the grass, Yang Qian knelt in front of the tombstone, his pale fingers gently rubbing the photos on the tombstone.

"Old lady, I didn't let too many people quarrel with you, I'm filial, right?" The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and her already sharp chin became a little sharper, "Don't worry, I won't let you and grandpa's hard work be buried in the hands of that group of people."

She didn't say much to the old man, and the funeral was even more deserted.

But she knew that in fact, her old lady didn't like to be noisy at all.

She can't do what she wants at the end of her life, so let her be quiet at this time.

The rain was light, and the sun broke through the clouds and sprinkled on the earth.

One after another, the black umbrellas were put away, and Shen Fanyin stepped forward to help Yang Qian up, and said softly, "Let's go."

"Hmm."

Yang Qian nodded, took a deep breath and smiled at the photo on the tombstone, she waved her hand: "I'm leaving, what is missing for me to dream, I burned a lot of paper money for you, remember to save some for me, I will be rich for three generations when I go down."

Yang Qian's smile was very deceptive, almost making everyone think that she was really open.

Only Shen Fanyin knew that Yang Qian hadn't slept much in the past two days.

Not only did she not sleep well, but even Shen Fanyin had to stay up late.

She asked her for a drink, and after drinking a little wine, she told her how her grandmother had brought her up and how many sacrifices she had made to protect her.

Her sadness switched on time as the sun rose and set, so tired that Shen Fanyin had drunk countless drinks with her in the past few days, but she couldn't get drunk or sleep-

Because as soon as the day came, Yang Qian looked like a person who had nothing to do. After taking a shower, he was a good man again, and he was full of energy to study the will with Yang Chuchu and how to hold her shares with Jing Zeheng.

She pretended to be fine, but she refused to let go of Shen Fanyin, and said: You are useful, you can't let everyone find out that I was drunk all night, and felt that I needed sympathy.

Shen Fanyin didn't sympathize with her at all, she just wanted to hug herself distressedly.

When he was in the car, Shen Fanyin kicked off his shoes and nested on Jing Zeheng's co-pilot, rubbing his swollen forehead and accusing him of Yang Qian's recent atrocities.

The more she talked, the more aggrieved she became, and the sleepless days and nights made her very irritable.

Jing Zeheng listened to her delicate voice, turned on the stereo and played her favorite soft piano music.

"Brother, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep, if you don't send me to Shengjing, just say that I can't come back from work......" Shen Fanyin's voice was weak, she yawned, and her eyelashes were wet, "And grandma is going home after a meeting today, I must go back."

"Okay, I'll send you there." Jing Zeheng reached out and pinched her face, "You sleep well, you don't have to worry about anything."

"I'll let her die." Shen Fanyin was sullen.

After she finished saying this, she fell asleep wrapped in a thin blanket, and the sound of soft and gentle breathing broke into Jing Zeheng's ears, like a feather that tickled people's hearts.

When the red light came, he stuffed her exposed little feet into the blanket.

Shen Fanyin was really tossed miserably by Yang Qian, and Jing Zeheng didn't wake her up when he hugged her home.

The elevator door opened, but there was a girl wearing a high school uniform sitting in front of Shen Fanyin's house.

She wears a ponytail, has a plain face, big black and white eyes, and a baby face.

She was originally sitting at the door reading with her schoolbag, and when she saw Jing Zeheng, she hurriedly stood up, and without paying attention, the book in her hand fell to the ground, making a loud noise in the silent corridor.

"Hmm......" Shen Fanyin furrowed his eyebrows slightly, being woken up but still unwilling to open his eyes.

She rubbed her face into Jing Zeheng's arms, and pouted dissatisfiedly and called him, "Brother...... Noisy ......"

"Good, it's home, it's okay."

Jing Zeheng glanced at the little girl, didn't ask who she was, and sent Shen Fanyin back to her bed first.

There is an aunt here who comes to clean every day, the house is spotless, and the bed sheets are freshly changed.

Putting Shen Fanyin back on the bed, he gently pinched her cheek: "Fanyin, change your pajamas and go to sleep again."

"Hmm......" Shen Fanyin responded, but refused to move.

She really didn't have the strength anymore, she just wanted to sleep, and it didn't matter if she was wearing a gilly suit.

Jing Zeheng chuckled and covered her with the quilt, poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside table, and brought her a nightdress and put it next to the bed.

He closed the door for her, and when he went out, he saw the little girl standing by the door timidly, her eyes rolling, wanting to enter but not daring to enter.

Jing Zeheng looked at her, and for no reason remembered what his children looked like when they were in high school.

His tone softened a little and asked, "Are you Aunt Zhang's daughter?"

The little girl nodded again and again, and whispered, "Yes, I'm here to find Grandma Li for tutoring."

Jing Zeheng glanced at the time.

Forty minutes ago, Uncle Wang told him that his grandmother's meeting was over and he was on his way home, and that he should be home in half an hour.

Jing Zeheng said, "Come in."

After he finished speaking, he went to the living room, sat on the sofa and used his mobile phone to do his work.

The little girl immediately stepped in to the door, took out a pair of slippers from the bottom of the shoe cabinet, changed them, and quietly closed the door. She hugged her schoolbag, hesitated for a moment to go to the corner of the sofa, and sat down carefully, not daring to breathe.

Jing Zeheng originally planned to leave after sending Shen Fanyin home, but now that there is one more person in the family, even a little girl who doesn't seem to be a threat can't reassure him.

After a while, the rustling of writing sounded in his ears.

He glanced at the little girl who was using her schoolbag as a desk and nestled in the corner doing her homework.

The sun shone on the side of her face, and she looked extra serious.

He had never seen a child do his homework, so maybe it was like this.

After a moment's pause, he forced himself to stop thinking about the leprechaun in the bedroom and return to his work.

After waiting for half an hour, I finally waited for the sound of the door opening again.

Jing Zeheng put down his phone and stood up, smiling to welcome his grandmother's return.

"Oh, Zeheng is here," grandma smiled and narrowed her eyes, no matter who came to greet her, she shared her harvest first, "The past ten days have been really worth it, and my research has made some progress...... Ay? Where's the sound?"

"The grandmother of one of Fanyin's friends has passed away," Jing Zeheng took Grandma's arm from Aunt Zhang's hand, helped the old man into the door, and whispered, "She hasn't slept with her friend for two days, and she fell asleep just after the funeral."

"Oops." Grandma Li frowned, holding Jing Zeheng's hand and asking worriedly, "Is that girl okay?"

"It's fine." Jing Zeheng replied, "Don't worry."

"Alas......" Grandma Li sighed lightly, her smile a little helpless, "At our age, we don't know when we will leave, but poor you little dolls, you have to send us away one by one."

Jing Zeheng helped her to the living room and said, "You have to take care of your body, if something happens to you, Sanskrit can't stand it."

"Yes, I know." Grandma Li smiled and nodded, patted the back of his hand and asked, "Did that Yinyin eat before going to bed?"

Jing Zeheng lied without changing his face: "Eat, I watched her eat before letting her sleep, don't call her at lunch."

"yes, okay." Grandma Li walked into the living room and smiled when she saw the little girl on the sofa, "Zhuyue is also here, you go to the study first, I gave you a set of papers, you do it first, I have to wash up."

The little girl nodded obediently, took her things and went to the study.

Jing Zeheng wanted to say a few more words to his grandmother, but the mobile phone vibrated as if urging him.

Grandma Li patted his hand and said, "You can also go and get busy, I'm at home, I can take care of Yinyin, you don't have to worry."

"Okay," Jing Zeheng nodded, "Don't be too tired."

He didn't delay any longer, and walked away quickly to answer the phone.

"Boss, there's news from the captain of the police station......

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