After hearing her words, Zhang Boyao couldn't help but laugh: "Little girl, why do you ask the same thing as the resentful woman in the boudoir?"

When Lan Xiaoxiao heard this, she blushed: "Stinky Zhang Boyao, do you believe it or not, I will bite you to death?"

Zhang Boyao quickly raised his hand and surrendered: "I believe you can bite me to death, can't you?"

Lan Xiaoxiao bit her lip and said, "Don't mess around, have you ever liked someone?"

Zhang Boyao thought for a while and said, "Like someone? How much does it mean? Like it?"

"Like it is like it, what degree is it?" Lan Xiaoxiao said.

"If you like your parents and friends, you like them. Don't you need to tell me how much?"

After hearing this, Lan Xiaoxiao said hesitantly: "What I asked about is the kind of liking, that is... the liking between men and women,"

Zhang Boyao looked at her, Lan Xiaoxiao's face, which was a little red, suddenly turned red and she no longer spoke.

After pondering for a while, Zhang Boyao said to Lan Xiaoxiao: "Lan Xiaoxiao, to be honest, it's too early for you to think about such things now..."

Lan Xiaoxiao suddenly widened her eyes: "It's too early? Do you mean I'm very young?"

"Of course not. In terms of age, we are the same age as the same age. I don't have the right to say that you are young." Zhang Boyao said.

After hearing his words, Lan Xiaoxiao seemed to be considering whether the two were compatible or not. Her body suddenly became soft and hot, and she had no strength: "Zhang Boyao, you... feel that I have no objection to whether I am old or small."

Zhang Boyao sighed slightly. He was not a fool, so why couldn't he see the thoughts of Lan Xiaoxiao's little daughter? Especially since Lan Xiaoxiao had secretly kissed him, he could not pretend that it had not happened.

However, some things need to be explained clearly earlier, so as not to let this little girl really have undeserved ideas.

"In terms of age, you are not young. But you are still very young in terms of understanding people's hearts and handling feelings."

Zhang Boyao said, reaching out and holding Lan Xiaoxiao's cold little hand, "It's still so cold, little girl, since you have anemia, you should eat some big fish and meat."

Lan Xiaoxiao lowered her head, slowly savored Zhang Boyao's words, and raised her head nervously: "Zhang Boyao, what do you mean is, I'm not doing well?"

Zhang Boyao shook his head and said to her gently: "Of course not, you did a good job. You are lively and cheerful, sensible, and beautiful. You are a very good girl..."

Lan Xiaoxiao immediately laughed: "Is that so? That's how you look at me?"

"But you don't understand how far there is between 'like' and 'love'. You will misunderstand your own feelings... Are you sure you can spend your life with someone now? I guess you haven't thought about it at all." Zhang Boyao said.

Lan Xiaoxiao looked at him in surprise: "Spend a lifetime together?"

Zhang Boyao smiled: "You really haven't thought about it... Little girl, don't make impulsive choices because of a little favor. There is still a long time in the future. If you like and love, you can't lack it."

Lan Xiaoxiao looked at Zhang Boyao blankly, and suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable frustration in her heart: "Zhang Boyao, am I really stupid? Or..."

Zhang Boyao reached out and tapped her forehead gently: "Little girl, listen to me, you don't want to think about these messy things for now. Let's talk about this when your mind is more mature."

Lan Xiaoxiao bit her lip: "Okay...I'll listen to you. But--"

"What?" Zhang Boyao asked strangely.

"Apart from Sister Yun Fei, you can't look for women randomly!" Lan Xiaoxiao said.

Zhang Boyao smiled and didn't say anything. He reached out and held her palm, gradually turning her cold little hand into warmth.

I don’t know how long it took, but Lan Xiaoxiao lay down and fell asleep again, so Zhang Boyao went back to his room.

The next morning, Zhang Boyao's life returned to normal. After eating the exquisite breakfast made by Liu Wenqing and going to school with Lan Xiaoxiao.

At noon, I took 10,000 yuan from my bank card and sent it to Liu Gushan.

Liu Gushan was naturally so happy that he smiled, and he seemed closer to Zhang Boyao. However, Zhang Boyao knew in his heart that such people who use money to do things may not be very reliable. In the future, they may be able to use it, or they may not be able to use it again.

After discussing with him, Zhang Boyao returned to school and continued to class.

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Shangjing City, the capital of China, and many ancient capitals, naturally there are crowds of people, and there are people there. There are traffic everywhere, with bright lights and wine.

Although it is not as economically as a financial center, its political and cultural significance is beyond the reach of any other city in China. It is precisely because of this that the most in Shangjing City is all kinds of officials and cultural people.

Due to the special culture and status of Shangjing City, there are always places that cannot be covered by high-rise buildings.

The decoration was not very eye-catching, but the materials and labor were all the best in the courtyard. The cold-resistant flowers, plants and trees decorated the entire courtyard. If it weren't for the fact that it was quite cold in November, the visitors would have thought it was still in the spring season.

Two guards stood straight at the door, indicating the extraordinary identity of the owner of the yard. The red flag car parked at the door was enough to surprise people who were a little wise to the public - this must be worthy of the mayor of Shangjing!

This is true, just like Mayor Yunhai City is a member of the National Joint Committee, and Mayor Shangjing City is also a member of the National Joint Committee. Although this is the owner of Xiaoyuanzi, he is also a member of the Joint Committee.

It is not as springy as the flowers, plants and trees in the yard. In the bookstore on the east side of the yard, it is like winter in the middle of the year, with a gloomy and depressing atmosphere. In the entire bookstore, no one talks, and only a gray-haired old man is paceing back and forth.

"Dad, I don't want to ask Wanyun? See if I can let..."

The middle-aged man sitting on the sofa had a pale face and deep eye sockets. Although he was thin and tender, he was a fat man. In addition, the air conditioner inside the house was quite hot, so he wiped his sweat with a white handkerchief, looking panicked.

The old man suddenly stopped and turned around and glared at him: "You are such an incredible thing! At this time, it was because of Xiaowei's business that our Liu family would only be seen lighter by others!"

"Even if someone helps to avenge him, so what? From then on, Wanyun has no time to speak. Naturally, we have to become the Liu family and be a dignified family foundation for future generations. How can we even ask someone to help with such things?"

Next to the middle-aged man, a lean and lean man smiled and said, "Dad is right. My elder brother is just thinking too much about relying on others. We can solve this problem ourselves. Xiaowei was killed in the sea of ​​clouds, and my second uncle was also heartbroken."

The fat middle-aged man with a pale face as if he had been hollowed out by wine and sex, snorted coldly after hearing this: "My son is dead, do you feel heartbroken?"

The thin middle-aged man said, "Of course. I feel relieved as Xiaowei becomes more and more obedient and sensible after learning the lesson last time."

“That’s…”

The fat middle-aged man sneered and wanted to say something even more unpleasant, but the old man grabbed a book in front of him and smashed it hard at them: "Two bastards! This is the time for you to say these words? Especially Cheng De, Xiaowei is your son, you can laugh too!"

Liu Chengde was hit by the book and screamed in pain. He heard the old man being angry and dared not speak anymore.

The thin middle-aged man was just happy. Unexpectedly, the old man pointed at him again: "Shengcai, you should also put away your own cleverness at this time! Now is not the time to make you smart."

The thin Liu Chengcai owed his body and replied respectfully: "Yes, Dad."

A sob sound came from beside him, and the old man looked over impatiently: "Okay, don't cry!"

The old woman who was sobbing and wiping her tears even more after hearing this: "Xiaowei is my grandson. I have seen him since I was a child... You don't feel sorry for me, I feel sorry for me!"

The old man snorted impatiently, but said nothing and let him go.

"Who is the one who took action? The Yunhai City has not found out yet?" He took two steps again irritated and restlessly, simply sat directly in front of his desk, grabbed the phone number, and dialed it out.

"I'm Liu Tiqian."

"Hello, Mr. Liu, I am Xiao Yang. I really can't find out the matter of Zong Wei's virtuous nephew for a while. Please wait a moment, I will definitely catch the murderer for you." The person who answered the phone was Yang Decai, director of Yunhai Public Security Bureau.

"How long?" Liu Tiqian asked in a deep voice.

Yang Decai said in embarrassment: "Mr. Liu, the results I have investigated now are basically complete. The criminal's blood and fingerprints have been collected, and there are still some pictures. You can also see the height, clothing and appearance of the criminal, but it will take time to identify the criminal's true identity..."

"It will take time..." Liu Tiqian murmured and repeated, "The other party is injured, right? With your Yunhai City police ability, you should be able to give me an explanation, right?"

"Old Master Liu, it's really not to hide it. We have thought about this clue. Unfortunately, the criminal did not find a place to treat him immediately, so this clue was disconnected unfortunately..." Yang Decai said.

"Disconnected?"

Liu Tiqian snorted coldly: "It seems that this is not a case done by one person. Behind him, there is a gang that can handle it cleanly and prevent you from catching a handle... Xiao Yang, who are there people in Yunhai recently?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Piaotian. A registered member of the literature recommends this work. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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