Young detective case book

Ou Yuchen smiled at her: "We will wait for you in the car."

Zhang Hanyue hurriedly slurped up the rice grains, devouring them without looking up.

"Slow down, don't choke." Zhang Dingxuan reminded distressedly.

After finally stuffing the last mouthful of rice into her mouth, Zhang Hanyue suddenly pushed the bowl and chopsticks in front of her, jumped up, and muttered indistinctly: "Grandpa, Mom and Dad, I'm leaving."

Before she finished speaking, she ran out after Ou Yuchen like a gust of wind.

The restaurant door slammed shut behind her.

Zhang Dingxuan looked at his wife's face carefully, and persuaded softly: "Suya, don't talk about elder brother anymore, and you have to consider Suye's feelings."

Su Ya gave him a warning look, which made him shrink back immediately in fright.

"Su Ya," Su Bohan scolded, "How many times have I told you? Don't bully Ding Xuan just because he treats you well."

Su Ya curled her lips, her face full of disapproval.

"Dad, it's okay." Zhang Dingxuan said kindly.

"You are too self-willed, don't mention your elder brother's matter from now on, not only Suye, but also I feel unhappy when I hear it." Su Bohan said to Suya again with a cold face.

"Can this be my fault? Whenever I see him, I think of his mother who deserves to be cut into pieces! He even colluded with others to kill elder brother!" Su Ya wiped the corners of her eyes seriously.

Being touched by the sad matter, Su Bohan fell silent.

"Why doesn't Suye look like my brother at all? I can't even like it even if I want to. It's as if he came from the same mother as his nasty mother." Suya looked at his face calmly and complained softly .

The corner of Zhang Dingxuan's mouth twitched, not wanting to annoy Suya again, so he resisted the urge to interrupt.He felt that Su Ye's facial features were quite similar to those of the Su family.

"I can't understand Yuchen's behavior. He is more considerate and considerate to Suye than to Hanyue," Suya snorted coldly. "It's right to take care of Suye, but there's no need to do this, right? I don't know him." What's going on in your head."

Su Bohan pondered for two seconds, he couldn't tell whether it was sympathy or pity, he looked up at her: "If you are half as smart as Yuchen, I don't have to worry about it."

"Father, what do you mean?" Suya was stunned.

Su Bohan shook his head, without explaining.

After being silent for a while, Zhang Dingxuan said casually: "Yuchen's temperament is completely different from Oufei's. I remember that Oufei is very shy, blushing at every turn, and never speaks loudly..."

The back of his foot was slammed by Su Ya, and he gasped in pain. When he raised his eyes, he saw Su Bohan's face as black as a pan, and immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he stopped embarrassingly.

Ou Yuchen's parents divorced not long after he was born. His father, Ou Fei, was originally Su Bohan's assistant and was trusted by Su Bohan. Su Bohan adopted Ou Yuchen because he died in a car accident.

Although he has always loved Ou Yuchen very much, Su Bohan didn't like anyone mentioning his biological father. This is probably a common problem of many adoptive fathers.

***

The black bmw drives smoothly on the street.

Su Ye leaned against the car window, staring out the window expressionlessly.

It is the midsummer season, and the bright sunshine in the morning is warmly splashing over the city.Row upon row of buildings, criss-crossing viaducts, wide and busy streets... are all plated with gleaming gold.The cedar in the green belt has just been sprayed with water, and it looks vibrant and green.

The yellow, blue and white grid square brick sidewalks on both sides are full of bustling passers-by who are in a hurry.

They all have their own goals and directions, but Suye couldn't figure out where he should go.

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Ou Yuchen thought he was still sad about his aunt's words, so he stretched out his hand to rub his hair, and comforted him softly: "Don't take what my aunt said to heart, she just has an unforgiving mouth, it's really nothing of."

Zhang Hanyue, who was sitting in the front co-pilot seat, was unhappy after hearing him talk about his mother, and stared hard at the elegant and noble boy in the rear view mirror: "Ou Yuchen! What do you mean by that?! Did my mother say something wrong? ?!"