Liang Jieyang may just have no intention of talking about Sijing, or she may think about her future born son.

What surprised Zhang Jing was that Liu Xiaolu had an IQ of 145???

Can it still be inherited, what is the probability?

No matter what the probability is, if you give birth to twenty in a row, you can always give birth to two IQ 145.

Next time, if we meet again, we can have an in-depth exchange.

After dinner, Zhang Jing and Liang Jieyang returned to the Majestic Hotel.

The house in Xiangjiang is too expensive, Zhang Jing didn't buy it, Liang Jieyang has been living in a hotel, and it feels very convenient.

While Zhang Jing and his girlfriend were studying the structure of the human body, the sister of Christopher, who had died, was Qiqi. Walz.

In the family castle, I met the eldest brother who had returned from the army, Rudy. Walz.

There is a two-year difference between the two, and from the outside, Qiqi. Waltz was much younger than his brother.

One is white and tender, and the other is dark brown.

"You didn't find the murderer?" Rudy, who has dark brown skin and a strong physique. Walz's deep voice echoed in the main hall of the castle.

"Our brother has appointed Ray. Milgot, who traveled to Khartoum to assassinate Jack. Sheet;

This is me from Ray. Information learned from the only member of Milgot's team alive. ”

Kiki. "After the order was given, our brother hid in the castle and shut himself up. ”

And then Kiki. Waltz gave Zhang Jing a briefing.

"Ray. Milgot is a master who retired from the special department of the Yin Kingdom, what about others? ”

"Missing, most likely dead."

"You've seen Jack. Zhang, "Rudy. Waltz asked suspiciously, "He's really good?" ”

"On the contrary," Kiki. Waltz shook his head, "I don't think Jack. . . Zhang is the murderer, that is a person who cares about even ten yuan, and no one will work for him. ”

"Some people have strong deceptive appearances," said Rudy. Waltz reminded his sister, "There's only Jack at the moment. Zhang is the most suspicious. ”

Kiki. Waltz nodded, and on the face of it, it was.

"I'm going to see Jack. Zhang, "Rudy. Waltz stamped back and forth on the other side of the coffee table, "Tell if he's a murderer." ”

"What if he's a murderer?" Kiki asked.

"Without evidence, the law cannot do anything," said Rudy. Waltz said in a firm tone, "But if it's Jack. . . Zhang, he and his family will accompany the funeral. ”

Kiki. Waltz nodded in agreement.

After a brief discussion of countermeasures, Rudy. Waltz left home and planned to fly to Los Angeles.

There was no one else in the large castle main hall, Kiki. Walz pulled a voice recorder out of his pocket.

Pressing the replay button was the conversation between her and her brother Rudy just now.

After hesitating for seven or eight minutes, his heart was horizontal and his teeth were bitten, and Qiqi, who had blonde hair and long wavy hair, sent the recording to Zhang Jing.

That's right, Kiki. Waltz also wanted to experience what it was like to be a 'count'.

The evening was very busy, Zhang Jing couldn't see the recording information immediately, and saw and heard it after an interval of ten hours.

105 intelligence is enough, understand Qiqi. Waltz intends to borrow a knife to kill.

After sitting on the toilet and thinking for three or four minutes, Zhang Jing decided to fly to Los Angeles, intending to meet Rudy in person. Walz.

Say goodbye to Liang Jieyang, get on the plane in the morning, and arrive at the place 18 hours later.

Still the old place, next to the abandoned tracks, in a café full of tourists, Zhang Jing met Rudy. Walz.

This is also a blonde man, about 1.8 meters tall, with dark brown skin that has been tanned, and looks burly.

"Jack. Sheet. ”

"It's me."

"Do you know why I came to you?"

"I know," Zhang Jing's expression was helpless, "What I want to say is that I am a free treasure hunter;

I can sit and never stand, I can lie down and never sit, although your brother wants to kill me, but I still don't want to make a feud with him. ”

"This sentence alone will not clear your suspicions."

Zhang Jing didn't plan to say more, so he slapped his phone on the small dining table and clicked on the recording sent by the blonde Bo Qiqi.

‘.... Without evidence, the law can't do anything, but if it's Jack. Zhang, he and his family will accompany the funeral. ’

The recording ends with Rudy. Waltz's threatening voice ended.

Zhang Jing defended himself again, "I am really innocent, I was assassinated by your brother first, and then forcibly used by your sister. ”

Rudy. Walz was silent, and turned away as if he had lost his soul.

Seeing Rudy walk out of the café, Zhang Jing looked at the waiter.

Just looked at the waiter and didn't shout.

The girl in work clothes received Zhang Jing's eyes, walked over and asked with a smile, "Good afternoon, sir, what do you need?" ”

"Good afternoon, please give me two glasses of orange juice and a cranberry biscuit, thank you."

'Please' and 'thank you' are common phrases when ordering, so forget it, it's best to bring it.

Orange juice and biscuits were prepared in advance and served quickly.

"Good luck with a good appetite," the waitress whispered as she put down the biscuit, "You're the most handsome Asian man I've ever met, not one of them." ”

"Yes," Zhang Jing immediately invited, "What time do you get off work, do you have any activities at night, take me." ”

"Probably not," said the cheerful girl, "I love motorcycles, but a few of the idiots I play with are racists." ”

Zhang Jing understands.

Some Citi people do not go abroad for the rest of their lives, nor can they receive information from the outside world, and they still think that the earth is flat, and superstitious thoughts are also very serious, so racial discrimination is not surprising.

didn't want to be unhappy, Zhang Jing didn't care and said, "I'd better play by myself." ”

The waitress girl smiled slightly and turned to leave.

The juice is ice juice by default, and it doesn't taste very good and has a slight astringency.

The cake is crisp and fragrant, and the taste is similar to that made by Silan.

Just as Zhang Jing was about to return to the farm after eating, Xiao Yunyun, who was dressed in a black dress with sequins, sat opposite the small dining table for the second time.

There were also two female doglegs beside her, sitting down at the table next to them.

With an interesting gaze, Xiao Yunyun looked at Zhang Jing and asked, "Do you like this café very much?" ”

Zhang Jing didn't want to talk to the 'cow'.

"Believe it or not, I bought it," seeing that Zhang Jing ignored himself, Xiao Yunyun, who was about 1.65 meters tall and slightly chubby, was very energetic, "Anyone can come in the future, and I won't let you come in to eat." ”

Zhang Jing doesn't really like Yiy Cafe, just because it's easy to remember the name and easy to find location.

Idle and bored, he deliberately stimulated Xiao Yunyun and said, "I bet you can't buy it." ”

"What if I buy it," Xiao Yunyun asked, "what do you lose to me?" ”

"How about a kiss?"

Cang Tian proved that Zhang Jing had no other meaning to Xiao Yunyun, and he had sent Wen Li a kiss on the cheek earlier.

There is no other reason, just two words - cheap.

Plus four extra words – cash in conveniently.

But Xiao Yunyun didn't know Zhang Jingkou, thinking that she was deliberately teasing her, meeting twice and flirting twice, is she so bold?

"Are you tired of living?" Xiao Yunyun's expression was fierce, "Believe it or not, I dug out your grandfather!" ”

Zhang Jing rolled his eyes, "It's as if you don't have an ancestral grave." ”

"Haha..."Xiao Yunyun smiled happily, "Sea burial, you go planing." ”

Zhang Jing's expression darkened, so he really couldn't help it.

Some people died, but not completely......