What the hell is Secret Service Zero!

Meng Liangliang's confusion was clearly written on her face, and her reaction made Pang Xie also fall into a daze.

After a few seconds, Pang Xie suddenly understood, "Did you just enlighten the ability, or did some of the master's closed disciples just be released." ”

Pang Xie paused and wanted to say something, but when he saw that Qiao Zheran had already trotted over here, he stopped for a while. He shook his phone and motioned for Meng Liangliang to add his friend.

If you add it, it won't lose a piece of meat, and it can satisfy your curiosity, so Meng Liangliang is very cooperative.

Qiao Zheran's face was still very ugly, and at a glance, he knew that he had vomited quite badly just now. Specific problems are analyzed in detail, and in this case, of course, you can't insist on completing Aunt Liu's entrustment.

Meng Liangliang explained Aunt Liu's entrustment to Qiao Zheran and asked him to communicate with Aunt Liu by himself. After a brief chat, she left the town police station.

Two voices, one high and one low, sounded one after another. The taller one is Pang Xie, and the lower one is Qiao Zheran.

"Let's go back and talk. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me, any time. ”

"He's a serious kid, and he's still in school. ”

......

After leaving the police station, Meng Liangliang first went to the hottest cold drink shop in the town and queued up to buy a huge cup of signature iced lemon tea. This was not bought for herself, but bought for Lu Qiang as a thank you for that pancake.

For this thanks, Lu Qiang was very stunned. But he didn't refuse, smiled, took it, and directly plugged in the straw and took two sips.

Lemon tea is slightly astringent and sour, sweet and cool, which not only dispels the heat, but also eliminates the annoyance caused by oil smoke. With the scorching sun on your head and the fire in front of you, it's really nice to have such a giant cup of iced lemon tea.

Lu Qiang couldn't help but glance at Meng Liangliang.

He has invited many people to eat pancakes, and some people will invite him back. Usually take some other chances, or make a special trip to him for a barbecue.

Invite a pleasant acquaintance to eat a pancake, he is sincere and enthusiastic, and simply wants the other party to taste his craftsmanship. The process itself was a pleasure for him. The barbecue is worth far more than a pancake, and once the other person responds to it, he always feels that the process has changed its taste. And this kind of invitation is always in the name of a reminiscence party, and it is not good not to go.

Lemon tea and pancakes are about the same price. She was going to take the bus back to school from the bus station, and by the way, she would bring him a cold drink, naturally and not deliberately.

Don't be taken advantage of or taken advantage of, the things you send are affordable and practical, and you can accept them very comfortably-this is Lu Qiang's in-depth understanding of Meng Liangliang.

In fact, only one of his understandings was correct. Meng Liangliang will buy iced lemon tea because he thinks it is large and delicious, and the price is not expensive, which is affordable enough.

Lu Qiang's booth was only a dozen steps away from the entrance of the station, Meng Liangliang did not enter the station in advance, and chatted with Lu Qiang next to the booth for a while, and did not enter the station until it was close to the departure time.

After arriving in the city, she found the cheapest route from the city bus station to the city's second hospital on the bus map.

What should I buy when visiting a pregnant woman, Meng Liangliang has no experience. She checked on the Internet for a long time, and it seemed that it was too early for brown sugar and millet, and the fruits were taboo, and the statements were different.

After a long day's work, Meng Liangliang put away his mobile phone, complained about the search engine more than a dozen times, and then made a decision on his own. She bought two pockets of eggs and a pot of flowers.

Yes, "a pot" of flowers, the kind with roots.

Meng Liangliang picked a money flower, which was fresh and pretty, and full of vitality. This flower has medicinal properties, can cure wind and cold cough, chest and diaphragm fullness, vomiting and nausea. It has some effects on vomiting and is pleasing to the eye, practical and beautiful at the same time. As long as you water it from time to time, it will be in full bloom. Raising flowers is also a good way to cultivate sentiment and kill time.

No matter how you think about it, a pot of flowers is more affordable than a bouquet of flowers.

I bought something and rushed to the hospital, just in time for dinner. There are more people in the elevator room than in the vegetable market in the early morning, and there are takeaway brothers who go downstairs to buy food, buy food and go back upstairs, and various APPs...... Bustling and hustling.

Meng Liangliang sighed: This is the scene of a big hospital.

After sighing, she turned around and walked towards the stairs. You can still meet a few people walking the stairs below the fifth floor, and after climbing the fifth floor, you can rarely see people.

Aunt Xue lived on the tenth floor, and at the corner of the stairs on the ninth and tenth floors, Meng Liangliang stopped and moved Zhang Ning out.

Zhang Ning looked left and right and asked her, "Liangliang, where is this, is my mother here?"

No one will hear him speak, but she will be heard. There is a camera in the corridor, and Meng Liangliang doesn't want to be treated as mentally ill anymore. She lowered her head slightly and motioned to Zhang Ning with her eyes not to speak and go with her.

Fortunately, Zhang Ning was smart, understood it at once, and followed her very cooperatively.

Just when Meng Liangliang climbed the stairs and reached out to pull the staircase door, a person came down from the eleventh floor. Meng Liangliang took advantage of the action of pulling the door to cover Zhang Ning in front of him, and pretended to look behind him inadvertently.

The reason why she did this was because she vaguely felt that the aura of this person going downstairs was a little different from ordinary people.

This is a doctor in a white coat, and the aura on his body is very similar to that of the man in black and Pang Xie, but he doesn't seem to see Zhang Ning.

After finding that Meng Liangliang was looking at him, he winked at Meng Liangliang with his left eye, revealing a smile that attracted bees and butterflies, like a huge daffodil. When he was about to turn to the stairs leading to the ninth floor and pass by Meng Liangliang, he also stretched out his hand to her to be cautious.

And that's not all, he made a gentle blowing motion towards his heart.

Until his back disappeared into the next corner of the stairs, Meng Liangliang had not yet broken free from the mess.

Why is it that the legendary monks are everywhere like cabbage, and you can meet one everywhere you go. Moreover, she retracted the metaphor she had just made to him, and Narcissus was just narcissistic, this thing......

Shaking goosebumps, Meng Liangliang half-buried his face in the money flower and took a deep breath. Then she planned to continue to pull the door and enter the tenth floor. As soon as he raised his face, he saw Zhang Ning floating in front of him, with a serious and serious face, "This kind of person is good-looking." No matter how good it looks, it is also a power bank, and it will be discharged when you see anyone. ”

The corners of Meng Liangliang's mouth twitched when he heard this. This is said as if she is a nymphomaniac, and her social experience is not more than that of a ghost who understands society through TV dramas.

In order not to act like a psychopath, Meng Liangliang forcibly swallowed back the words that surged to the tip of his tongue, and walked into the tenth floor with his head down.

When she found Aunt Xue's ward, Uncle Zhang went downstairs to buy food and hadn't come back, the bed next to her was empty, and Aunt Xue was the only one in the ward.

Compared with what she remembers, Aunt Xue has lost five or six laps, only her belly is round and a little abrupt. Her face was pale and haggard, but her eyes were bright, and her expression was full of happiness and anticipation.