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Then he trotted to Qian Jiahong, put one hand on his shoulder, and said happily: "Qian Jiahong, are you hungry now? I saw that you were not in a good mood in the store, and you didn't eat much. Why don't we go eat something together now? Besides, it's so cold, it would be nice to have some hot food. Let me think, how about we go eat dumplings? You don't have to worry about the meal money, I'll treat you!"

Qian Jiahong shook his head and said, "I'm not hungry, but you guys, it's so late now, don't you plan to go home?"

Zhao Changan followed and said, "When I left, I told my family that I would be back late, so don't worry."

Su Cheng also nodded and said, "Me too." Then he put his arm around Qian Jiahong's shoulders and said seriously, "Who said you're not hungry? If I say you're hungry, then you're hungry. Let's not talk about anything else, let's go eat dumplings!"

Zhao Changan was about to say that he had to ask Qian Jiahong what he wanted to eat before making a decision, but the next second Su Cheng put his other arm on his shoulder, and his lofty ambitions burst out like water.

"Let's go, brothers."

The corners of Zhao Changan's mouth twitched.

Although it feels awkward, it’s not a bad feeling.

Qian Jiahong didn't say anything, nor did he object.

So the lonely policeman just watched the three children walk out in this way.

It took them a while to come back to their senses.

He pulled out a chair and sat down. Just as he was packing up to go home from get off work, his brain suddenly subconsciously recalled the scene of the children talking just now.

One of the children seemed to be named Qian something-hong, and he even mentioned President Mu and his sister.

He paused in his packing and frowned.

"What familiar words! Have I heard them somewhere before?"

But the policeman couldn't remember anything after thinking for a long time. He scratched his head and prepared to continue packing up.

Just as I was checking in, something suddenly clicked in my mind.

He seemed to have thought of something and quickly took out his mobile phone to search for the child's name. Then a series of pages popped up. The policeman browsed through them casually and confirmed that his father was Qian Ruisen, the president of Qian Group. He was very famous before, but after experiencing the turmoil of the revelation, he died of cancer within a few months, leaving behind only his only child, Qian Jiahong.

In addition to being shocked, he quickly searched for the names of President Mu and her sister. All the information and recent news on the page were at a glance. The young policeman instantly slapped his forehead, wondering why he was so slow.

"Ah! I hate it when I realize something! I wish I had discovered it right away!"

The policeman who was following behind and preparing to punch in saw the policeman in front of him looking at his phone. When he was about to remind him to hurry up, he suddenly slapped his forehead, which scared him so much that he quickly took a few steps back, thinking that he was sick.

As a result, he turned around and grabbed his shoulders directly, not caring whether he knew him or not, and said excitedly: "You know what! I just saw those guys on the news! It's a bit unlucky that I just realized it now. If I were a reporter, I would definitely go up to interview them. Oh, no, I'm not a reporter now, but I also want to go up..."

The policeman didn't hear clearly what he said, but he was frightened by his sudden behavior. He pushed him away without even pressing the card. He called him a psycho and ran away like the wind.

The young policeman scratched his head and looked at the man running away, not knowing what was happening.

He shrugged, quickly punched in, took out his cell phone and started sharing this shocking thing with his friends, then slowly walked out of the Public Security Bureau.

-

A noodle shop not far away.

The three of them had just sat down in the restaurant and ordered their food. While waiting, Qian Jiahong sneezed twice for no apparent reason.

He reached out and rubbed his nose, and this scene was just caught by Su Cheng.

Su Cheng thought it was the aftereffect of beating him up, so he had some wild thoughts and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Is your nose uncomfortable?"

Zhao Changan asked: "If you feel uncomfortable, do you want to go to the hospital first?"

Qian Jiahong looked at their concerned eyes and said with a smile, "I'm fine."

Su Cheng hesitated: "Then..."

Qian Jiahong said: "It's not because of a cold or being beaten, I just feel like someone is saying bad things about me behind my back."

Su Cheng finally felt relieved, but then he remembered that he used to say bad things about Qian Jiahong behind his back every day. He couldn't help but have some wild thoughts. He wondered if Qian Jiahong was sneezing all day long at that time. He felt a little embarrassed and even wanted to laugh.

But he stopped smiling. After all, now was not the time to laugh.

But Zhao Changan was not tactful enough and asked jokingly whether Su Cheng had said it secretly.

Su Cheng got anxious instantly, and stood up in a flash. He clenched his fist and said to Zhao Changan seriously, "How is it possible? How could I say bad things about Qian Jiahong? Please stop talking nonsense every day!"

Zhao Changan saw that Su Cheng was a little angry, and hurriedly shook his hand and said, "Oh, I just said it casually, why are you taking it so seriously? Sit down quickly, don't scare Qian Jiahong."

Su Cheng groaned, glanced at Qian Jiahong, and decided to let Zhao Changan go. He sat down with his arms folded and looked very proud. In his heart, he was still explaining and excusing himself. It was not because he had really said bad things about him every day before and now felt a little guilty that he did not want to pursue the matter.

Coincidentally, the proprietress came over with a few bowls of hot dumplings, and the children stopped looking so stern.

Qian Jiahong looked down at the bowl of steaming pork dumplings in front of him. Before he could say anything, Su Cheng handed him a pair of chopsticks, urging him to eat them quickly while they were hot. He even said in the tone of an old mother that if you are full, you won't feel cold.

He took the chopsticks.

The heat from the dumplings rushed up and brushed across his cheeks, where he felt a little pain from time to time. The warm feeling made Qian Jiahong feel less painful.

Su Cheng continued with a smile: "If you are not used to it, then change another bowl, but don't waste it. If you can't finish it, you can give it to Zhao Changan."

"Hey, why don't you eat?"

"I'm full, how can I eat more?"

"Then am I not full?"

"You're still growing, eat more."

"..."

Qian Jiahong couldn't help but curl his eyebrows as he listened to their conversation. He looked at the bowl of dumplings in front of him and picked up one and put it in his mouth.

When Su Cheng was choosing his meal, he was given a large portion without even asking him whether he liked dumplings or not. He originally wanted to tell him that he didn't like it, but now it seems that it's not that bad.

He finished the dumplings in the bowl in no time, and then said to them, "I'm done, you don't have to fight anymore."

Su Cheng looked at his bowl, which was still half full, and accused Qian Jiahong: "You eat so fast, and you said you're not hungry. Your mouth is harder than that duck."

Zhao Changan added: "It's just a dead duck talking stubbornly."

Su Cheng said angrily: "I know, I know, you don't need to remind me."