Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Cheng Juan didn't speak.

He looked in the direction of the milk tea shop, his eyes were clear and cold, he squinted slightly, he didn't know what he was thinking, and there was a faint smoke mixed in his mind.

Lu Zhaoying thought he didn't hear, so he repeated what he said just now.

Only then did Cheng Juan tilt his head slightly, raised his chin and pointed in Wei Zihang's direction, frowning: "Who is he?"

Lu Zhaoying: "..." Is your focus wrong? !

Cheng Juan withdrew his gaze, lowered his head a little laxly, and lit his cigarette, "Mr. Xu is here for the huge murder case three years ago."

Lu Zhaoying was stunned, with a dazed look on his face, "What did you find?"

"Conjecture," Cheng Juan exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes deep, "Mr. Xu doesn't have that much sympathy, and something has been wrong since he appeared in Ninghai Village."

"So about the heir..." Lu Zhaoying raised his head abruptly.

Cheng Juan smiled, "Two possibilities, one, it's a cover, as Mr. Xu, even if he has a favorite heir, it's hard to ignore the interests of the Xu family and find an outsider to succeed him."

"Second, there is indeed an heir who makes him want to put aside external interests, and makes Mr. Xu almost let go of the huge interests of the Xu family. When we came here, he took the initiative to find us and mentioned the heir. He is seeking my help. If this is true, the various forces in the capital will reshuffle, and it is unknown whether this 'heir' will survive."

"It is indeed much easier for the Cheng family to keep a person than the Xu family." Lu Zhaoying did not expect this deep-seated point. He has never been good at reasoning, scratching his head and laughing: "Then this is not right, Qin Xiaoran should be A survivor from that time, Mr. Xu won't take a liking to her for her dog crawling characters, right?"

Cheng Juan didn't speak, he still couldn't figure out one key point.

What role did Qin Ran play in it?

For a person like Mr. Xu to personally give a letter of recommendation, this matter is weird from the beginning to the end.

He puffed out the smoke ring, looked in the direction of the milk tea shop, and said with deep eyes, "If there is really an heir he likes, it will change the world."

Thinking about Elder Xu's identity, Lu Zhaoying realized the importance of the matter.

He looked up, and wanted to say something, but he saw Cheng Juan entering the milk tea shop.

On weekends, this milk tea shop is not particularly crowded, so Qin Ran asked Wei Zihang to wait.

Turning around and putting a cup of milk tea on the table, Qin Ran smelled a familiar cold fragrance with a hint of mint.

Looking up, Cheng Juan was leaning on the bar with one hand. He was tall and long-legged, and he always lowered his head inadvertently when looking at people. Even though he was calm and godlike, he still had a not-so-obvious sense of oppression.

Apparently he had never had milk tea before. He stared at the long list of milk tea names, finally frowned, and turned his head to look at her, as if he was very unhappy: "It's a delicious cup."

He took out a card to swipe.

Qin Ran looked down and guessed that Mr. Cheng had never been out of the house. The milk tea shop paid online without cash. Who used a limited card to swipe it?

She pressed his hand, "Let me buy you a drink."

Cheng Juan didn't speak. He just lowered his head slightly and looked at his fingers. The fingers were fair, slender and beautiful, but the pads were not too delicate.

The fingertips were obviously cold, but against the back of his hand, it was like a prairie fire.

He raised his head politely and reservedly, and glanced at Qin Ran, who was lowering her head to mix milk tea with various tools.

The expression is focused and peaceful, focusing on the cup in his hand, holding the small spoon with his slender fingers, stirring the fruit tea in the cup, but not touching the wall of the cup.

The milk tea cup is transparent with a logo printed on it. Dilute the turquoise fruit tea into two-thirds, quickly pick up the whipped cream, slowly pour it in, and finally, sprinkle brown chocolate powder.

Qin Ran is always serious about doing these things. She is usually very cold and indifferent, but when she is immersed in something, her sharpness is completely put away.

Even the drooping arc of the long eyelashes is very beautiful.

"Thank you." He took the two cups of milk tea that he had prepared, and relaxed and relaxed with his gestures.

Stepping aside, his fingers tightened quietly.

**

Yuncheng closed the house.

"Mingyue, eat more. How is the school? Are you still used to the dorm?" Feng Loucheng made a lot of dishes for Pan Mingyue. He has mild eyebrows and eyes, but always has the sharpness of being in a high position, and his eyes are extremely sharp.

"Thank you, Uncle Feng." Pan Mingyue whispered, her short hair softly resting on her head, "The students are all very well."

"It just so happens that Brother Feng is also at home, so don't go back to school this weekend. At home, ask Auntie to cook more delicious food for you." Feng Loucheng smiled gently.

Tomorrow, he is shrewd and capable, unsophisticated, as if all his gentleness was given to the girl in front of him.

Madam Feng threw the chopsticks with a "snap", "I'm done eating."

She stepped on her high heels and went upstairs with a very loud voice.

Feng Ci frowned.

Pan Mingyue tightened her grip on the chopsticks, then raised her head and smiled at Feng Loucheng: "Uncle Feng, we are about to have a monthly exam, and I have to go back to school for self-study."

"Your aunt is like this." Feng Loucheng looked at Pan Mingyue and sighed, "Mingyue, you..."

"Uncle, I'm done eating, go up and get some clothes first." Pan Mingyue finished eating the food Feng Loucheng gave her, and went upstairs.

Her room is very nice, but there is no fireworks, open the closet, there are not many clothes in it.

Most of them are from the past, some are too young, Feng Loucheng is a man after all, he doesn't know how to take care of everything, he only transfers money to her card on time every month, she is useless.

But she doesn't care.

She took several clothes and went downstairs.

Turning the corner, I heard Feng Ci talking to Feng Loucheng.

Feng Ci also put down his chopsticks. He was wiping his mouth with a tissue, and glanced at Feng Loucheng: "Dad, not only my mother wants to know, but I also want to know who Mingyue is. If you bring anyone back, why not?" Treating her so well, is this your illegitimate daughter or the daughter of your first love?"

"Why are you just like your mother?!" Feng Loucheng dropped his chopsticks, pursed his lips, his brows and eyes were quite cold, "Feng Ci, if this is the case, don't mention it in Mingyue's ear."

"It's good if it's not an illegitimate daughter, not only my mother, but I also want to know, even if her parents are dead, her relatives are always there, why do you want to take over this cheap thing." Feng Ci lit a cigarette.

At the corner of the stairs, Pan Mingyue's joints were green and white. After a long while, she lowered her head.

Went downstairs to say hello to Feng Loucheng, Mrs. Feng never wanted to see her, but she didn't abuse her, not to mention Feng Loucheng treated her like his own daughter.

"Be careful on the road." Feng Loucheng regained his composure and was extremely gentle towards Pan Mingyue.

Feng Ci watched Pan Mingyue walk out of the gate, stood up too, looked at Feng Loucheng, and said seriously, "That's it, you are too kind to Mingyue, unlike you in normal times. If you want Mom to be nicer to Mingyue, just follow her." She explained why."

**

The two-day vacation passed quickly.

The last section of Monday was the class meeting. Gao eloquently talked about a lot of philosophy of life, then unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of tea: "Who wants to take the initiative to organize this issue of the blackboard newspaper?"

No one raised their hands. It's a third year in high school. Few people would do this kind of thing. It's too troublesome. They all shrink back, afraid that Gao Yang will point at themselves.

Gao Yang simply said: "Lin Siran, you write well, so you should come."

Qin Ran leaned half against the wall, she was probably recovering from a cold, her eyebrows and eyes were raised a little wildly, and her deskmate responded softly.

She thinks the deskmate is really good-tempered.

After finishing the trivial matters, there were only ten minutes left for get out of class to end, and Gao Yang asked them to study by themselves.

Qin Ran took out a lollipop from the hole in the table, unwrapped the colorful icing and stuffed it into her mouth.

While flipping through the extracurricular books, holding a lollipop.

Suddenly, there was a very clear sound of high-heeled shoes kicking at the door of class nine, followed by a piercing female voice: "Gao Yang, what happened to Qin Ran in your class? Where is our No. 1 middle school? It's a place where she can fight and cause trouble." ? Delayed the study of the students in our class, how can she compensate others for their future?"