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Since Tang Jie ran away, Secretary Zhao has been feeling uncomfortable, insomnia all night, people suddenly haggard a lot.

Especially after the accident of the shiwaixianyuan group, although Zhao Mengmeng was not arrested, she also lost her freedom of movement. Secretary Zhao was very satisfied with the result.

It was the result of years of networking he had spent.

No matter what happens in the world, it seems that God will not care. The sun rises and the moon sets every day, and the common people will live as well.

There are still people coming and going in the city, working, setting up stalls and talking about business as usual. However, at the door of secretary Zhao's house, the scene of the past bustling with people suddenly disappeared and became extremely desolate.

In this case, no one is behind the pain, the killer is good, and it is just wishful thinking to expect someone to come and have a look.

Secretary Zhao is also used to it. He has been indifferent for decades.

After breakfast, Secretary Zhao went to the door of her daughter's room and knocked twice. The room was silent. After opening the door, Zhao Mengmeng leaned against the window and gave him just a figure of his back.

Secretary Zhao sighed and did not speak. After a few seconds' pause, he quietly closed the door.

As always, the driver waited downstairs. Seeing Secretary Zhao going downstairs, the driver opened the door and opened the back door for him.

Not far away, there is a red Ferrari 458, which is very conspicuous in this small city.

Next to the red sports car, standing a man, uncertain age, there are 30-year-old wisdom, 40-year-old calm, but also 20-year-old publicity.

Secretary Zhao obviously noticed the car, looked in this direction, stopped for a few seconds, and then got into the car and disappeared at the corner.

The red Ferrari 458 window slowly put down, showing a delicate, fuzzy woman's face, but that kind of fox look can let every male animal have the desire to rush up.

"See clearly." The man next to him lit a cigarette and his eyes looked like the direction of secretary Zhao's home.

The corner of a woman's mouth is slightly like the top up, not to say no.

A man smoked a cigarette and threw it on the ground. His eyes suddenly twinkled with cold. He put his foot on the cigarette end on the ground and turned twice. Then he got on the car. Ferrari roared and disappeared in place.

At nine o'clock in the morning, in Qingling mountain, came an old man with a child.

The old man has a long, rustic shirt, a kind face, beautiful children around him, and his gender is fuzzy.

The old man and the child walked leisurely in the same villager's eyes.

They went to the edge of the moon watching platform and saw a slightly tired old man holding a dry cigarette bag in his hand. The choking smell of tobacco came from the air.

"Here you are." The old man with a dry cigarette bag did not look back, as if he had eyes behind him.

"You're still strong, old man." There was a smile on the old man's face.

“……” Long silence, only the singing of birds in the forest came.

The old man in cloth robe looked at the scenery in front of him, and his eyes blinked vigorously. There was a glimmer of crystal tears in his trance.

"The way of heaven cannot be done." The old man who smoked dry tobacco only said a few words in half a day. The old man in cloth and long robe sighed and took the child to turn around and walk away without any entanglement.

At 12:00 noon, an Audi A4 slowly stopped at the moon watching platform.

A man got off the bus, and there was an obvious flame pattern between his eyebrows, which was very strange.

After the young man got off the car, he couldn't help shaking it gently. One hand quickly helped the car, leaned the whole body against the front of the car and lit a cigarette.

The huge moon watching platform is desolate and silent.

The flowers and plants without the care of their owners have withered and the red petals have fallen to the ground.

Zhang Xiaojian finished smoking a cigarette and slowly walked to the front door with a seal on it. The big seal was like a long knife stabbing into the chest. It hurt, it really hurt, and let him cover his chest subconsciously.

Zhang Xiaojian hesitated for a moment, and her body became vague and disappeared.

Near the pit, a light flickered a few times, and a figure emerged.

The prohibition of Shenkeng is still the same. It seems that no one has been here. A smile finally appears on Zhang Xiaojian's face. Turn around and leave.

Looking around the moon watching platform for a long time, she didn't find her parents. Zhang Xiaojian couldn't help frowning.

When I was worried, I saw a rickety old man walking up the mountain road with a dry cigarette bag in his hand.

"Third Master, how could it be you?" Zhang Xiaojian was stunned and hurried past.

The third master looked up, his face wrinkled and tired. He looked at Zhang Xiaojian with a smile and said, "people are gone. I don't want to go. They can't do anything about me. It's like watching your home for you."Zhang Xiaojian felt the heat flow surging in her heart and choked her throat. She didn't speak for a long time.

"Third Master, you go with me." Zhang Xiaojian said.

"You go and see your parents. I can't see how I'm used to it. I'm not going anywhere." The Third Master said.

Zhang Xiaojian frowned and knew the third master's temper. He said, "Third Master, it won't be long before it's all right here."

The third master nodded, laughed and said, "I know."

After the third master had finished, she walked step by step. Zhang Xiaojian looked in the direction of the third master's walk, and found that there was a temporary shack in the forest, with smoke curling from the kitchen, as if cooking.

"Where did my dad go?" Asked Zhang Xiaojian.

"When your father left, let me tell you, don't worry. They went to your aunt's house and expected you to solve the problem quickly." The third master didn't look back, his body bent.

Zhang Xiaojian's mouth twitched, did not speak, stood in place for a long time, and then went down the mountain.

The car passed through the village, but the seven aunts and aunts who had been in front of them fled as if they had seen the God of pestilence. This made Zhang Xiaojian not only smile bitterly, but also disappeared at the end of the village with a gas door.

Now there are only orchids, and Zhao Mengmeng has not gone in. There is no support on the orchids. There should not be much to know. Zhao Mengmeng may know something. Even if he does not know the inside story, the course of the matter should always be clear.

But she couldn't go during the day. After all, Zhao Mengmeng was also restricted in her personal freedom. She wanted to go and go at night. By the way, she paid a visit to Secretary Zhao to see if he was also implicated. After this decision, Zhang Xiaojian drove directly to the city, but who knew that there was another big trouble.