The wild and lustful social animal will act coquettishly, and the ferocious boss will have his soul

The living room downstairs is anxiously discussing countermeasures.

And upstairs, the boy lying on the balcony of the bedroom was waving to the flower bed!

"Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng..."

Song Xiaolou shouted softly, but people in the distance would certainly not be able to hear him.

He was wearing a set of sapphire blue home clothes, and his exposed wrists and neck were very fair. He had not been able to eat and sleep well in the past half month, so he looked thinner, but his face was still handsome and handsome.

Fortunately, he was far away, and the off-white figure in the flower bed over there could only wave to him, and neither of them could see their faces clearly.

Otherwise, a boyfriend like Cheng Ze would definitely feel distressed when he saw the dark circles on his face.

The familiar presence of each other allows them to know that the other person is always there, which is a great psychological comfort.

Song Xiaolou grasped the European-style milk-white railing with his fingertips. He shouted in a hoarse voice and then shut up. He stared at the flower bed expectantly.

In the distance, only an off-white figure could be seen standing, looking up at him.

Cheng Ze's figure was still tall and slender. The surrounding green leaves and garden branches blocked the sunlight, and mottled haloes of light were cast around him.

The weather was hot, and Song Xiaolou felt that he was working hard just looking at him.

There was a dense feeling of distress in my heart, and I sucked in the red tip of my nose.

Even though he knew Cheng Ze couldn't hear him, he whispered.

"....Don't wait. You stay in the hotel. I'll come find you when I can go out. Why are you waiting here every day..."

It's so hot, the temperature will reach nearly 40 degrees in a few days.

How could Cheng Ze stand here and wait day after day?

It's not like they were a couple on campus. They were so miserable and immature at all.

Touching the railing with his fingertips, Song Xiaolou sniffed again.

He really missed Cheng Ze.

I also tried folding paper airplanes and throwing them out, trying to talk to Cheng Ze.

But the bodyguards downstairs were so conscientious that they could accurately intercept the paper planes he threw down every time, and Cheng Ze couldn't get them at all.

Song Xiaolou leaned over the railing, with a pair of watery eyes under his thick eyelashes.

He stared at the figure on the other side of the flower bed and whispered: "Brother Cheng, oh..."

"..."

Over there in the flower bed, under the dappled shade of trees.

Cheng Ze waved to the second-floor balcony of the villa in the distance, sighed, and then returned to sit on the bench in the flower bed.

There was a laptop on the chair, a sandwich in an unopened paper bag, and iced coffee.

He would go to the hotel to rest at night.

But I stayed on this bench at noon and afternoon and didn't feel hard at all.

Because he knew that if Song Xiaolou didn't see him, he would definitely lose all his patience and cause something else to happen.

He didn't want Song Xiaolou to have a tense relationship with his parents because of him.

Only when he stays here can Song Xiaolou relax a little and find ways to contend with his parents in a gentler way.

During this week, Cheng Ze's waiting can be said to be more sweet than hard.

In the past, he was not sure how deeply Song Xiaolou cared about him, but after the past few days...

Song Xiaolou was willing to communicate and persuade his parents over and over again for him.

This proves that Song Xiaolou is firm and serious about him!

So Cheng Ze is willing to wait.

Let alone seven or eight days, what does it matter if it is seven or eight months?

"Ding!"

A receipt notification came from the laptop's mailbox, and the sender was Boss Tang who was far away in a seaside town.

The moment Cheng Ze opened the mailbox, the cell phone next to him rang. It was Tang Yan calling.

"Hello." He answered the phone.

The sea breeze and the sound of car horns can be heard on the other side of the mobile phone receiver, and Tang Yan's deep voice can also be heard.

"I have sent the information to your email. The car involved in the accident was the one driven by Jiang Nan's father on the night of the accident. The identification department personnel inspected it twenty years ago and found no abnormalities."

"Well," Cheng Ze flipped through the pictures, scanning each frame carefully, "Do you suspect that this car has been tampered with?"

"Although the driver of the large truck was drunk, there were no clear brake marks at the accident scene. Do you know what I mean?" Tang Yan said.

Cheng Ze was silent for three seconds, staring at the very clear picture of the brake device.

"Since you suspect that the brake system has been tampered with, ask someone to take a look inside the machine-controlled screw glue source. Be careful, there may be fingerprints inside."

"Fu Lin! Machine-controlled screw glue source..." Tang Yan told Fu Lin next to him, and after a while he said to the phone, "... It would be great if you were here. Fu Lin and I are not the same." Being proficient in these has taken many detours.”

What he said was asking Cheng Ze if he could fly there.

Cheng Ze didn't hesitate much, his eyes behind the lenses were cold and sober.

"If you can't get through, I can assist you remotely. I looked at the road surveillance you sent in the early morning, and there is no valuable footage. It's just like an ordinary drunk driving accident."

Maybe it was because of a guilty conscience that some people deleted the monitoring.

In fact, even if it is not deleted, there is no doubt in this piece of monitoring.

Being deleted is the biggest doubt!

"Okay," Tang Yan did not insist on asking Cheng Ze to go there. After all, this is not the job of the office. "Cheng Ze, do you think there is hope for extracting fingerprints from the part you just mentioned."

"Have."

"But it's been twenty years."

"It doesn't matter," Cheng Ze said firmly, "The accident car will be stored and stored, and the plastic used in that part normally needs to be replaced once a year. The harder it gets over time, the harder it will be and the fingerprints will become clearer."

"Replace it once a year, which is equivalent to..."

"Yes, the fingerprints on it can only be left by the murderer."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, he looked up at the balcony on the second floor.

The sapphire blue figure has disappeared. Maybe he went in to rest after being tired from standing.

Cheng Ze pulled out a tissue and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead. The weather was really hot, and sitting under the shade of a tree was still stuffy.

He will wait here.

Waiting for the day when Song Xiaolou can come out of the house and walk up to him openly.

And in the villa.

Song Xiaolou nestled on the sofa, not wanting to look at his father who walked in with soup.

Father Song's face turned a little gray. He put the soup on the low black wooden table and walked to the other end of the sofa to sit down.

Everything that should be encouraged or scolded has been said, and now the father and son really have nothing to say.

But his father has always been the person who loves Song Xiaolou the most in the family. His temper is that of a good old man, and he loves his son very much.

"....How long are you going to make trouble? You can't do it without eating."

"You let Cheng Ze in, and I'll eat."

Song Xiaolou said weakly, swallowing his dry throat.

He drank a few sips of tap water for three whole days. He would be lying if he said he wasn't hungry, but he could persevere.

Father Song held it in again and again, his eyes became red.

"....That's a man. Let's do it this way. Your mother and I won't be picky about any of your previous girlfriends. You can get married."

"..."

Song Xiaolou clutched the zebra-print pillow with his fingertips and was too lazy to turn his head to look at his father.

His eyes were fixed on the back of the sofa, and the words came out hoarsely, one word after another.

"I don't want anyone but him."

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[PS: Updates will resume from today, and the babies will be given small gifts. Long time no see! What the hell! 】