"After coming out of the police station, my wife also went to the wholesale market and bought a lot of toys and snacks before going to the orphanage."

"In the orphanage, my wife mentioned the idea of wanting to renovate the orphanage."

The subordinates carefully reported Tang Xiaoci's itinerary today.

Jing Heng propped his head and looked at the documents in front of him, his expression as indifferent as usual.

"Ah, yes." Just as the subordinate was about to end today's debriefing, he suddenly remembered something he had missed.

"Madame also plans to hire a chef, but she is still hesitating because there is no suitable candidate."

Originally, he planned to wait for Tang Xiaoci to start interviewing chefs before reporting to Jing Heng.

However, looking at Jing Heng, who was so concerned about Tang Xiaoci's itinerary in the past few days, a strange thought suddenly rose in his heart.

What if, in case the 10,000-year-old iron tree blooms, this may be right.

So he spoke out about it.

If the iron tree really blooms, then maybe he will go to help Tang Xiaoci find a cook.

Today, when he heard them discuss the rebuilding of the orphanage, his heart softened unconsciously.

Once people have a stable and surplus source of funds, they can't help but feel pity for these children who have not yet gone to school, and even live in a poor place.

Just let him be nosy, in case the children in the orphanage can really have a good canteen.

Jing Heng is like a sculpture, motionless, and even a change in expression is owed, and at first glance he looks uninterested in this matter.

The subordinates are also a little used to it.

After all, with Jing Heng's eternally expressionless appearance, it was really difficult to guess what he was thinking.

"Hey, I have a cook, do you want me to introduce a past!"

A man's voice suddenly sounded in the study, and the subordinate was suddenly startled.

But he quickly realized that Jing Heng was on the phone, and it seemed that he had been on the phone for a while.

At least he's heard about his report to the orphanage.

And this familiar sound······

"Is it Mr. Chi Hong?" He asked cautiously.

“Bingo！ That's right. The man's voice became a little lively, "But there is no reward." ”

The subordinate said helplessly: "I don't need any reward from you. ”

Jing Heng, who had been staring at the document, finally shifted his gaze.

He threw the papers on the table, and the hand supporting his head changed to cross his hands and put them on his lap, but he didn't interrupt Chi Hong's voice.

He picked up the black tea that the butler had placed on the table to calm his nerves, and took a sip gently.

Then he raised his eyes slightly and looked at his subordinates, "Go down, keep staring"

"Yes." He was not surprised by this result, but he was a little regretful that he could not do anything for the orphanage.

After the subordinate left, the room was quiet again.

I don't know what Chi Hong is doing over there, there is no sound for a long time.

Jing Heng didn't care, and after putting the black tea back on the saucer, he picked up a document again and continued to read.

"Hey, the reason why Madame went to the police station came out."

Jing Heng raised his eyebrows slightly and did not speak.

"It was a notice of punishment for the community management near the orphanage, the dismissal of a supervisor, the suspension of some irrelevant people, the seizure of a bunch of 'protection money', and the call for the public to actively report the corrupt elements."

Chi Hong roughly said the content, with a smile in his voice, "It seems that Madame is not a good target to mess with." ”

Jing Heng knew about this matter.

After the director of the orphanage was hospitalized, she went to the orphanage and was threatened by the group that she had to pay protection money, but she threatened to go back.

Tang Xiaoci obviously made a lot of money privately, after all, most of the operation fees in the hospital were paid.

It doesn't cost much to go to the wholesale market, and the rest of the money is fully enough to pay the "protection fee".

He also thought that she would use the money to pay the "protection fee" to avoid being annoyed by this group of people.

Unexpectedly, she turned around and went to the police station to report them.

At least not stupid.

Jing Heng commented in his heart.

It seems that the contract of the Tang family's land is still very hopeful.

"Being threatened, and then marrying instead, just marrying instead, and marrying someone like you, every day I only know how to bully her from above." Chi Hong muttered.

"This is blood mold that has been poured for eight lifetimes."

Listening to Chi Hong's words, Jing Heng was a little distracted.

From a certain point of view, he and Tang Xiaoci are quite similar.

In order to be able to achieve his goal, he is willing to "become" a disabled person, gamble his chips, and lurk to give the enemy a fatal blow.

And Tang Xiaoci, in order to be able to protect the orphanage, agreed to marry as a substitute, and after the orphanage director was hospitalized, he also gambled all his chips.

They are obsessed with achieving their own ends and will stop at nothing to do so.

It's just that she is different from him in that she gambled all her chips in order to make money, treat the dean's grandmother, and give the children in the orphanage a better life.

One is only for yourself, and the other is only for others.

"Compared to you, Madame is simply an angel."

I have to admit that Chi Hong said what he thought in his heart.

"Did you hear that earlier?" Jing Heng's gaze fell on the document he had left on the table.

"What's the matter?"

As an old friend who has been with each other for several years, of course Ji Hong knows what he said is going on.

But he just wanted to help but tease Jing Heng.

After all, it is rare to see Jing Heng in a hundred years who wants to help others, and the other party is still a woman.

Of course, Jing Heng also knew what Ji Hong was thinking.

The green tendons on his forehead were highlighted, and he stared blankly at the phone that had entered the screen-off mode.

Although he was more than ten kilometers away from Jing Heng, he still felt the sense of oppression from Jing Heng through the thin layer of mobile phone screens in this quiet environment.

He swallowed, "I...... Just kidding! ”

"Next time I do this, I'm going to think about whether to change the boss of the intelligence team." Jing Heng said extremely threatening words with an expressionless face.

"I know, I will send you the cook's information immediately, don't worry." Chi Hong hurriedly said, "That's it, I still have something to do, hang up." ”

After speaking, he hung up the phone in a hurry, as if he would be killed by Jing Heng across the phone line a second later, and hurriedly ran for his life.

When the phone ended, the room fell silent.

The evening breeze slowly blew into the study, slowly raising and falling with the curtain by the window.

Jing Heng involuntarily took another sip of black tea, and his eyes fell on the document without focus.

He rarely froze when the file was still finished.

In addition to feeling that he and Tang Xiaoci are similar in some aspects, there is also a feeling that makes him care very much.