Congenital deficiency

foot?Could it be that he stepped on something of the boss?

The manager was confused, raised his foot tremblingly, and didn't dare to move too much, for fear of accidentally kicking the boss and causing the year-end bonus to be lost.

"Take off your shoes."

"Huh?" The manager felt that it would be difficult for him to be more confused than now in his life, but he finally understood that the BOSS didn't seem to have any intentions against him. There should be other reasons for this.

So he quickly took off his shoes.

After taking off his shoes, he quietly took a deep breath to confirm that his feet did not smell.

Fortunately, today a whim to wear new socks!

Hong Zhuo had already stood up when he asked him to slippers, and took a step back.But he has very good eyesight, and now he can accurately see what seems to be a shiny little thing stuck to the sole of the manager's shoe from a distance.

"...What is this thing?" This thing is square and regular in shape, and its volume is only about one-eighth the size of a thumbnail. It looks like a small chip for decoration, or even... on the machine. some fine small parts.

Hongzhuo's body temperature dropped to zero, he took a porcelain bottle from the shoe cabinet beside him, asked the manager to put the small chip over, and hit it hard on the top.

In the underground parking lot downstairs, someone's earphones suddenly became silent.Then, a car with a foreign license plate turned around and accelerated away from the community.

The manager originally thought it was an accessory part, but seeing Hongzhuo's movements now, he had a bad feeling.

In the next second, Hong Zhuo raised his cold and heavy eyes, his eyes were as sharp as a blade: "You are being followed."

Is this a targeting setting?

While the manager was shocked, his back felt a little chilly.

"Patriarch, I..." He was not so naive as to think that he was worthy of being followed. He has been running to Hongzhuo's house for the past few days. It must be for this reason that someone followed him.

But he still thought about it.

Before he could finish speaking, Hong Zhuo interrupted him: "Think about it. This is a bugging device."

The manager instantly understood what Hong Zhuo meant: Think carefully about who you have met these days, who touched your car, and who you have revealed your whereabouts to.

After Hongzhuo finished speaking, he glanced at him, turned around and went upstairs with the food box, and first went upstairs to arrange the meals for Hong Lingyu.

The manager stood in the hallway, his heart pounding, and many thoughts were going back and forth in a chaotic manner.But he quickly calmed down and cleared his mind: the most important thing right now is to find out who installed the bugging device on him?He pulls out the details of all the itineraries he started from leaving the house one by one, and looks back and ponders over and over again; he freezes and looks back in his memory all the people he met since he left the house, and even the expressions on their faces.

The old lady next door who teased her granddaughter at the door in the morning, the stall owner when buying breakfast, the front desk of the hotel, the staff in the kitchen, the people who passed him on the stairs, and... in the underground parking lot of this building, The boy he always runs into!

The scene of the boy driving out of the parking lot appeared in front of his eyes. It was a license plate number from another place!

Most of the people living in this apartment are important people in City C. Even the cars that the family entrusts to the nanny will not have foreign license plates, because they will be restricted.

In other words, the person with a foreign license is neither a resident of this community nor a person who serves the residents of this community.

So why is he here?You must know that the access control of this community is not so easy to enter. You need to register your ID card, and you must have the guidance or guarantee of the residents before you can let it go.

Once you feel that someone is suspicious, the rest of the doubts are very logical.

For example, why does he come to deliver food eight or nine times, but can bump into each other three or four times?He thinks that there is no regularity in the time of food delivery. Is there such a coincidence in the world that they meet repeatedly with such a high probability?

Certainly not.

Then there is only one possibility left, the other party is squatting on him.

If you think about it along this line of thought, many puzzles can probably be guessed and reasoned out.

If the other party is squatting in the underground parking garage and waiting, then pretend to drive away to show him, and then turn around and find a way to sprinkle this monitor on the place he will pass by, he will definitely be tricked.Then as long as I can come to deliver meals to the boss, maybe I will leave the bug on the bottom of my feet on the carpet, at the door, or if I have a chance to enter the door, I will also leave it at the boss's house.

All the reasoning can be connected, the manager went through it in his mind, and after thinking for a while, he answered Hongzhuo's remarks.

In the free time, I finally have some space to use the residual heat of my brain, thinking about something: why should I let him step on the bug on the ground?With the bug stuck to the bottom of his feet, wouldn't all he hear were footsteps?The sound of stepping on the brakes?And the sound of him shaking his legs in the office...

Oops, if this bug was installed a few days ago and followed him home...then the voice of the shameful video he watched at night, wouldn't the monitors have heard all of it! !

abnormal! ! ! ! !

When the manager's hairs were about to explode, Hong Zhuo came down the stairs.

"..." The manager wanted to blow up or not, but in the end he didn't dare to challenge the dignity of the year-end award, swallowed blood and tears alone, and withered.

Without waiting for Hongzhuo to ask again, he decisively and quickly stated the speculation and pondering just now: "Patriarch, everything in the hotel is normal these days, and there is no change in my home. When Mr. Zhang was delivering food, he ran into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy downstairs, and he had struck up a conversation with me, saying that he wanted me to deliver food to his house too. I think he was driving a foreign license plate. "

Hong Zhuo nodded after listening, "I will send someone to find you later."

The manager didn't dare to ask about the year-end bonus that he had been thinking about for several days, so he walked away disheveled with his tail between his legs.

Not one day later, after lunch, Hong Zhuo unilaterally invited Hong Lingyu to go out with him.

"It's sunny outside, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"The milk you like to drink is finished, shall we go buy it?"

However, no matter how much he said, Hong Lingyu, who bowed his head to eat, did not give a reply.In the end, Hongzhuo made his own decision, added a coat to him, and carefully carried him out the door.

Seeing that Hong Lingyu had no intention of resisting, Hong Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief.

Not long after they went out, Ji Daogong led three or four people to the door. These people carried a few sets of equipment in their hands, knocked and discussed around the door, and then removed the whole door and put it back on again. At the time, there was already a whole set of anti-eavesdropping detection devices in the door.

This was the first time Hong Lingyu went out after being brought back to the Hong Clan.

In fact, he was quite willing to go out, after all, after being bored in the house for so many days, he was about to grow moldy.

All the scenery outside the window felt fresh and curious to him.

The only thing I can't figure out is...why did Master Hong talk so much these two days?

But what the hell is he talking about?

This question only flashed through his mind in a daze, and didn't stay for a second.

Hong Lingyu suffered mental blows one after another, and he vaguely closed off his perception of the outside world, but he didn't know it.In fact, it's not that he can't hear everything Hong Zhuo said, but he instinctively doesn't want to hear it—as if he can't be hurt in this way.

Therefore, when other people speak, it is just a buzzing sound in his ears, which is no different from a mosquito and fly making noise in his ears.

And about this, Tan Minxin probably also knew about it, and told Hong Zhuo about it.

But even though he knew that Hong Lingyu might not "hear" him at all, Hongzhuo still kept talking to Hong Lingyu.

Hongzhuo's apartment was originally located in the city center, now seeing the car winding around and passing various bustling central landmarks, Hong Lingyu felt that he recognized the road.

Going back to Hong's old house from the city center, it seems that you will pass by the most downtown area.

So are they going back to Hong's old house?

Just thinking about it, a layer of gloom suddenly appeared in his eyes that were shining with curiosity as he looked out of the window.

The noise next to my ears was very soft and uninterrupted, almost forming a white noise background.

So Hong Lingyu didn't hear it, and Hong Zhuo was asking him just now: "What's the matter? Why isn't my baby happy?"

Of course it was impossible for Hong Lingyu to reply to him, she just closed her eyes and stopped looking out of the window.Hong Lingyu thought deceptively, I don't know what it looks like outside, so no matter how long I've been locked up, I won't be curious anymore.

Seeing him close his eyes, Hong Zhuo thought he was sleepy, turned around and took a blanket from the back seat, and covered him.

Hong Lingyu closed her eyes and tugged at the blanket, buried half of her face in it, her drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and the side of her face turned pale from the sunlight.

Hong Zhuo didn't understand why he suddenly became depressed, obviously he was looking outside just now.Maybe the person who gave him the answer couldn't answer, so he could only write it down temporarily and talk about it later.

But ten minutes away, the car stopped at one of the best imported goods supermarkets in the city center.

Hong Zhuo got out of the car first, walked around the front of the car to the other side, opened the car door himself, and was about to wake Hong Lingyu up.

Hong Lingyu just leaned against the car door and closed his eyes. Ten minutes was not enough for him to fall asleep. As soon as the door opened, he opened his eyes and put down the blanket. He subconsciously straightened his back and prepared to get out of the car.

But as soon as he took one foot, he froze in place.

The building in front of me is obviously not the old house of the Hong family. There is a huge poster hanging on the outside of this building, and there is a huge LED screen on the other side, which is playing a promotional video of some kind of snacks, and there are various private cars around. A family of three passed by them.

He subconsciously withdrew his feet and looked at Hongzhuo, his lips parted slightly, his eyes were full of surprise and expectation, but also confusion, apprehension, and a trace of panic that was barely suppressed but still fled.

Now that Hong Zhuo put all his attention on Hong Lingyu, he suddenly realized that he understood all the emotions in Hong Lingyu's eyes, and even found the answer to Hong Lingyu's sudden loss in the car just now.

Hong Lingyu clearly expected to go out, but dared not.

Maybe it's because I have never been free during the many years in the Hong family.

Perhaps it was because he had escaped, twice, in order to be free.But both times he was caught back in person.

So he was obviously afraid of himself right now.

Probably because I think...if I still have to be locked up after going out, it would be better if I never went out in the first place.

Hong Lingyu really thought so too.

Anyway, they were going back to the Hong family's old house in the end, so why did they take him out on the way?Why don't you just go back to Hong's old house, he doesn't want to get out of the car.

But suddenly, even in the sun, he couldn't feel the warmth of the back of his hand covered with a warm palm, and the other's slender and strong fingers contained an unbelievably gentle strength, holding him gently, like encouraging and pulling him, Pulled his arm.

Hong Lingyu looked down at the generous and warm palm, and followed the lead out of the car in a daze.

The author has something to say: Manager: [Akimbo] New socks!pink! 【Shaking legs】

Big boy: [glaring] What shameful anime do you listen to at home every day!It's all about ××sama!

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