This is a very young man. He can see his figure at most in his early twenties when he hears his voice. The reason why he doesn't judge his age is because the man has just taken a shower, his slightly longer bangs cover his eyes and the upper half of his face, only showing a bright and sunny smile on his face. The man dressed like a college student wearing simple short-sleeved and casual pants, and his coat was casually placed on his shoulders. He was obviously a handsome big boy.

Chu Xingyun almost immediately understood the reason why he appeared in He Cheng's room early in the morning. He looked at his face with a complicated look, but the other person's hair was covered and he could not see anything. In this case, he could only smile awkwardly and say nothing.

The young man also swept his big thorn from top to bottom, and his tone of speech was lively and romantic: "I didn't expect you to be so handsome and look quite young." As he said that, he bent down and picked up the umbrella that was on the cat basket, and hooked Daman's chin and said to him: "Let me borrow this umbrella, it's raining outside."

Chu Xingyun nodded: "Okay."

He turned the umbrella around his shoulder, and finally patted Chu Xingyun's shoulder, and walked towards the elevator: "Thank you, uncle police."

Chu Xingyun was so sad that he called him the police uncle. He thought to himself that he had just celebrated his 29th birthday, but he was not yet thirty, and he was not as old as a young man to be an uncle. Secondly, he realized how did he know that he was a policeman...

He wanted to call the person and ask clearly, but the elevator had already gone downstairs and had to give up.

Chu Xingyun entered the house and closed the door, put the cat in the living room, walked straight to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the curtains. He saw a black umbrella walking a few steps in the corridor downstairs, then opened a dark blue Porsche door and sat in. The Porsche wheels rolled the rainwater on the ground and drove towards the community gate. The license plate number was a coquettish string of 7.

At this time, the sound of water in the bathroom on the first floor stopped. He Cheng opened the door and walked out in a black silk bathrobe, ignored his presence, picked up his glasses from the table in the living room and put them on, and then went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator.

Chu Xingyun leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at him with his arms in his arms and said, "Your little lover drove your Porsche away."

He Cheng turned his back to him and took out a can of milk from the refrigerator, his eyes swept the shelf life at the bottom, paused for a moment when he heard this, and his tone was unnatural: "Did you see him?"

"It's right at the door, I can't even hide."

He Cheng turned around and stared at him with a bit of complexity. Seeing him looking at the ground through the floor-to-ceiling window with a toothache, he was clearly feeling sorry for the car being driven away, so he raised his lips and said sneer: "Why did I forget, you are so stupid." After that, he slammed the refrigerator door.

The careless one looked at him calmly and calmly in the kitchen, and sneered: "Who is careless? I will sleep with you and give me a car. You are high-consumption. If you have more people like you, you don't have to worry about the GDP of Yinjiang City."

He Cheng sat the milk pot on the induction cooker, pushed his glasses and smiled at him: "Are you moved? You can." After saying that, he pinched his chin and thought seriously, then raised his eyes and looked at his eyes, and smiled seriously, "It's better, you sleep with me, and I will support you for the rest of your life."

Chu Xingyun looked at him speechlessly for a while, then let out a muffled laugh from his chest and said, "Thank you, I can still support myself."

He Cheng glanced at him and opened the lid of the pot. A stream of hot air wet his lenses in a blink of an eye, forming a hazy mist. He didn't wipe it clean. He just looked at the milk that was gradually boiling in the pot, and bent his lips casually and said, "Don't you think about it?"

The rain outside the window was getting heavy again, and the sound of the rain made people feel upset. Chu Xingyun pulled the curtains up with a rush, turned around and walked towards the living room, and flirted with him: "No need, I don't want to hand it over to you for the rest of my life. We are different. I also want to get married and get married and have two children."

The milk was boiling, and he forgot to turn off the heat, so the wall of the pot was quickly burned dry, constantly consuming the water in the milk, emitting a smell of mush. He Cheng took the spoon and slowly stirred the already mushed milk, just watching the milk burned layer by layer.

"Who are you with, Yang Shu?"

Chu Xingyun squatted on the ground, carried the two cats out of the basket, carefully wiped the few drops of rain that fell on them with a towel, and responded absent-mindedly: "If you can give birth to me, I can do it with you."

After waiting until half of the milk in the pot was left, He Cheng whispered: "You can...adopt it."

His voice was so small that he could not even block the cry of the two cats. Chu Xingyun turned to look at him and said, "Ah?"

He Cheng fully demonstrated what moody and what sunny weather meant. He threw the spoon on the glass platform, closed the fire, took out a cup to pour milk into it, and said coldly: "Why are you sent them here again? Are you sent by the organization to die again?"

Chu Xingyun: "...the nest was destroyed by the rain. I'll stay here for a few days."

He Cheng looked unspeakable and sneered: "Their nests are still yours."

Chu Xingyun said: "You don't have to worry about me, just take care of them. There is one more thing. I don't have time these days. You can help me find someone to repair the balcony in my house, and you have to change a few floors. It's windy and rainy these two days..."

He Cheng cut off his words indifferently and ruthlessly, saying, "I don't care." As he said that, he picked up the milk cup and walked to the restaurant to sit down, took off his glasses and pulled a tissue, slowly wiped the mist on the lenses, and smiled very unkindly at the corners of his lips: "Don't you let me care about you? Why do I still have to meddlers?"

Chu Xingyun stared at him for a while and smiled awkwardly: "Sure, I don't believe that no one can help me repair the broken family."

He raised his foot to the door, Daman, who recognized the master, followed him a few steps, meowed behind him, and was pulled back by his instep with his chin, pointing to He Cheng in the restaurant and said, "Dad to build a thatched cottage, go find you He Dad."

After Chu Xingyun left, He Cheng sat in the restaurant and poured the cup of burnt milk on the table to feed the cat. He supported the forehead with one hand and stroked Daman's back with the other hand. The two cats quickly finished adding milk on the table and raised their faces to meow at him.

But he did not continue to feed the cat, but picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. When he was waiting for the connection, he put his finger on the table and tapped the table slowly and rhythmically, as if playing a certain movement... After the phone was connected, his hand stopped, suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the point of nothingness in the air, put his cell phone in his ear, and whispered: "Secretary Yang, work overtime tonight and accompany me to a banquet."

This year's rain is strange. It has fallen from last Friday to this Wednesday, and then it has been cloudy until yesterday. It gradually stopped, revealing the bright sunshine and blue sky after the rain clears. The rain seems to be the prelude to the end of the dust, and it is like the beginning of a new story...

Chu Xingyun looked at the purple blue sky outside the window and the sun suddenly drifted to the dark corner of Yinjiang City, where the sun was not popular. Perhaps it was the logic of occupational disease that reminded him that this heavy rain was so fierce that it was very suitable for the crime, because the heavy rain would wash away all traces of sin...

Fu Yi's wife had already left and took her daughter away. The original warmth and joy quickly ended, and it became a strict and solemn meeting room of the government agency. Chu Xingyun wanted to go back to his office and then rushed to report. When he turned around, he saw a snack box on Fu Yi's feet.

"Hey, Brother Fu, it's no longer authentic. Is it true that I'm not going to give it to me if I hide good things?"

Fu Yi followed his gaze and smiled and said, "It's not what you like to eat."

"What?"

"pudding."

Chu Xingyun waved his hand: "Forget it, it's sweet and soft. Don't Sanyang like what children eat, so leave it to him."

After saying that, he suddenly turned around and asked, "You just left it for Sanyang, right?"

Fu Yi gently tapped the cover on his wrist with his finger: "Have you finished writing your report?"

Chu Xingyun sighed and turned around and walked out. As soon as he left the conference room, he saw Qiao Shishi and Sanyang walking towards him with his shoulders, constantly discussing something.

Chu Xingyun leaned against the guardrail on the second floor, pulled out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Shishi and Yang Kaitai stopped in front of him and handed him a case report: "Look at it, the missing case."

Chu Xingyun opened the file and asked casually: "How long have you been missing?"

Qiao Shishi said: "Seven days."

Chu Xingyun bit the cigarette and looked up at her, with his face saying, "You'll give it to me in just seven days?"

Qiao Shishi said: "Flip back and see who this person's father is."

Chu Xingyun looked back as he said, thinking that he would see the title of senior executive, but he didn't expect that he would see a file with a political appearance of "the masses". What he didn't expect was that the title of "the masses" in Yinjiang City was so many honors.

Yinjiang City’s moral model, Yinjiang City’s moral model of bravery, one of the top ten moving Chinese figures of the year, and the national advanced honorary worker...

The above also lists a series of touching deeds shining with the glory of human nature in this "mass"'s life, such as donating money, helping disasters, teaching, doing charity, and catching pickpockets on the subway, jumping into the river to rescue fallen students, etc. This is simply a saint who is rare in thousands of years.

Chu Xingyun took a heavy look at his name, Wu Yaowen.

"Is this Wu Yaowen missing?"

Qiao Shishi said: "No, it's his daughter's fiancé who disappeared."

Chu Xingyun turned the information to the forefront and saw that the missing person said in detail: Account Manager of China Merchants Bank - Sun Shibin.
Chapter completed!