Author: Ju Youjie Jin

In order to relieve the studio's crisis, Xuan Ming-chung decided to leave tomorrow to find the fitness coach.

Only by roughly knowing the other party’s situation can Zhang Bingsheng meet with the other party more reasonably.

According to Cang Yan's disclosure, the fitness coach lived in the urban village.

Xuanmingfu lived in that place for two years. It can be said that he is so familiar that he knows which alley is next to which alley with his eyes closed.

After parking the luxury car in the parking lot of a nearby shopping plaza, Xuan Ming-chung decided to walk with Cang Yan to find the fitness coach.

At 7:30, this point happened to be the most urgent time for students. Every old street and alley is full of students, including primary school students carrying schoolbags with red scarves, middle school students carrying schoolbags, and only carrying two books.

The young figures of high school students, boys and girls add some vitality to these old streets.

As soon as I turned into an alley, I saw a funeral procession coming towards me.

The sad sound of suona, the flying paper ingots, the plain white main color, and a conspicuous red coffin instantly made the scenery of this alley a little disgusting.

Some aunts and men who got up early to buy vegetables or give away babies saw this team and took the initiative to lean on both sides to make way for them.

Because they all believe in one statement that you can fight for any path in this world, but you can't grab the path of such a team!

Xuan Minghuan pulled Cang Yan and stood by and made way for the dead.

Judging from the remains, the deceased was a male, not very old, only forty years.

As the lipstick coffin passed by, Xuan Minghua couldn't help but take a few more glances, vaguely feeling something was wrong.

After the team completely passed by, Xuan Minghua heard a scolding sound, and a middle-aged woman knocked on her son's forehead with a righteous voice while scolding loudly.

"I told you to wait a moment before going over. Why don't you listen? I have to force myself to grab someone in front of me. I didn't see you working so hard when I was studying. Now you are very active.

I can't wait for two minutes! You won't compete for the first time, you will grab this... You want to piss me to death! Why did I give birth to such a disobedient child like you..."

From the discussions of the onlookers next to him, Xuan Mingxian learned about the roughly what happened: the boy about sixteen or seventeen years old in front of him always came into the classroom, and today he met this funeral team as soon as he left the house.

Seeing that the other party was walking slowly, he felt anxious, afraid that he would be late, so he ignored her mother's advice. He rushed into the team with his head bag on his back, catching up with his mother, so anxious that his mother was chasing him behind him.

Finally, when he was about to exceed his last photo, he grabbed his clothes and collared. After smiling at the funeral attendant, his mother angrily pulled him out of the team.

I heard from the people next to me that the boy was very good at running. If he hadn't skidded his feet when he passed by the coffin, his mother wouldn't have caught him at all.

Hearing this, looking at the boy in front of him who was scolded by his mother constantly knocking on his head but pursing his lips and not speaking throughout the whole process, Xuan Ming and his eyebrows were slightly frowned, something was wrong.

He raised his eyes and secretly looked at Cang Yan beside him. She knew that he must have known everything.

Even if he doesn't know, he can still figure it out with his fingers.

Cang Yan said that he acted according to her expression. At this time, he naturally knew what she was thinking. He reached out to her waist and continued to walk forward, saying, "Don't worry about it for the time being, but the main goal is to find the cheetah,

Otherwise, your studio will probably have to change hands."

After walking for about six or seven minutes, they stopped in front of a self-built house on the third floor.

"Let's wait here. He will come out to work in two minutes. Then you can take a picture of his appearance first, and then forward it to Sheng Jingyan, and ask her to spend money to find a beautiful woman who can coax people and wait for us

When you go back, you can directly arrange a good show of meeting your old enemies."

Xuan Minghun glanced at the side, looked for a small stone pier and sat down. While staring at the door of the self-built house, he asked him with a slight lip service: "Why should Shengjing Hotman pay for money to find it?"

Cang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked back: "It's not her that she will pay for the money, do you have to pay for it yourself?"

"No," Xuan Mingwu shook his head immediately: "After all, the design draft was plagiarized from her hands, so it is reasonable to ask her to pay this little money now."

As he was talking, the door opposite opened and a handsome man wearing a black vest and cropped trousers walked out. Unfortunately, he wore a mask and sunglasses, making people unable to see his specific appearance.

Xuan Mingxian sighed in disappointment. How would she take photos of the other party’s outfit?

Cang Yan chuckled and said, "This is easy to deal with."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers slightly, and the handsome man opposite him sneezes violently.

It was probably because he sprayed a lot of saliva and burst into tears. The handsome man hurriedly took off his mask and lost it. At the same time, he took off his sunglasses and wiped it with a tissue paper.

Xuan Mingfu hurriedly seized the opportunity, picked up his mobile phone and took a few photos.

He picked out two of the best-definition pictures and forwarded them to Sheng Jingyan, and asked the other party to spend money to find a beautiful woman who was good at coaxing men according to Cang Yan's request.

Sheng Jingfeng first praised the handsome man in the photo for his first-class figure, and then said slightly, why do you have to spend that kind of money? Looking at the whole city, there are a few women who are more charming than her Sheng Jingfeng, and she personally

Will there be men who can't handle it if they go on the run?

Xuan Minghun was speechless at the phone for a few seconds before speaking in a faint tone: "If you are sure that you can be charming at Zhang Bingsheng and at the same time, you can also ensure that Tang Zhengtao will not go wild, I don't mind."

"I mind." When he heard that the person he was going to hook up was Zhang Bingsheng, Sheng Jing changed his words in the middle of the battle.

After taking photos of the fitness coach, Xuan Ming-hwan and Cang Yan returned the same way.

When passing the boy's house again, Xuan Minghun heard the middle-aged woman's scolding again, but compared to the angry scolding before, this time the scolding was like crying.

"Oh my God, why is this happening? Who are you? Where did you get my Baoer? You talk..."

Xuan Minghua couldn't help but stop and cursed, and the middle-aged woman started to cry.

Through the glass window more than one meter high, through the gap between the guardrails, she saw the boy sitting on a small bamboo chair with her back. The middle-aged woman kept pushing his shoulders and crying.

He started to speak, but later he saw that he insisted on not speaking, so he hugged his head and squatted down and cried loudly like his psychological defense collapsed.

"I beg you, please, tell me who you are, where is my Baoer now? I beg you, I am just such a son..."

Xuan Minghun became more and more confused as he listened. Isn’t the other party’s son sitting in front of him? Why do you still cry and look for his son?

Until a slutty middle-aged man's voice came from inside the house.
Chapter completed!