Zhao Xiangwan softened his voice to lower Feng Ma's defensiveness: "Feng Ma, what's your name?"

Feng's mother didn't expect her to ask her name when she came up, so she hesitated for a moment.

[Ever since my relatives introduced me to work in Mr. Ji’s hotel, everyone calls me Feng Ma, and I almost forgot my name.]

Ji Jinmao was worried and raised his voice impatiently: "Whatever the police ask, just tell the truth!"

Feng's mother was afraid of the big boss, so she subconsciously shrank her neck: "Feng Hongying."

Zhao Xiangwan asked: "Did you catch a cold? When did it happen?"

Feng Hongying felt that none of the questions Zhao Xiangwan asked were unexpected. Shouldn't the police be most concerned about Ji Zhao's whereabouts? What does her name and illness have to do with this?

However, Ji Jinmao was watching eagerly, and Feng Hongying did not dare to neglect: "I started feeling uncomfortable yesterday, and I feel dizzy and dizzy."

Zhao Xiangwan continued to ask: "Didn't you tell Mr. Lu? Why didn't you ask for leave to rest?"

Feng Hongying smiled bitterly: "The boss trusted me and asked me to be a manager at the top. I earn fifty yuan a day. How can I dare to ask for leave with such a high salary?"

Zhao Xiangwan raised his eyes to look at Feng Hongying, his eyes were calm, but with an inexplicable pressure. Feng Hongying, who had just relaxed her mood, suddenly became nervous, lowered her head, pursed her lips into a line, and began to mutter in her heart.

[This police officer looks so powerful. Could it be that she saw something? No, I can't say anything. If Mr. Ji knows that I talked too much and Ji Zhao was unhappy and left the terrace and entered the house, then where is my job?

Can he still be saved? Mr. Ji regards Ji Zhao as a treasure, fearing that he will be cold, hungry, and wronged in the slightest, but a person can control him for a while, but he can control him for a lifetime? If Mr. Ji is not here, Ji Zhao will be at the mercy of others.

Who wouldn’t come up and step on me like this? Me, me, it’s nothing! Yes, I didn’t do anything at all.]

Feng Hongying finally finished her mental construction. As soon as she raised her eyes and met Zhao Xiangwan's gaze, she began to feel guilty again for some reason.

Zhao Xiangwan: "You caught a cold and stayed in the house without going out?"

Feng Hongying: "Yes."

Zhao Xiangwan: "Why lie?"

Feng Hongying: "Comrade police, you can't accuse a good person unjustly. I took cold medicine and felt sleepy. I have been sleeping in the house. Where did I come out?"

Xu Songling knew Zhao Xiangwan well and knew that she would never point out that the other party was lying if she didn't know what she was doing, so she beat Feng Hongying, who kept complaining: "Feng Hongying, you must be responsible for telling lies in front of the police! You better

Be honest and tell me everything you know."

Xu Songling had a dark face, big eyes, and a stern look that was so sinister that Feng Hongying's shoulders shook in fright.

Zhao Xiangwan struck while the iron was hot: "What did you say to Ji Zhao?"

Feng Hongying: "I, I don't know what you are talking about."

[How did she know that I had spoken to Ji Zhao? I felt sick with a cold, and my head was dizzy with a fever. Through the window, I saw Ji Zhao sitting quietly on the terrace, and I felt very uncomfortable. The world is like this, poor people just want to

They work hard to have three meals a day, but the rich sit there in a daze, enjoying the services of others without doing anything.】

When Zhao Xiangwan heard what she was thinking, his amber eyes became lighter: "When people are sick, their psychology becomes fragile. There is nothing wrong with you stepping out and talking to Ji Zhao. But if you hide it

Ji Zhao’s whereabouts are a crime!”

Feng Hongying took two steps back in panic, clasping her hands tightly in front of her chest, still not daring to tell the truth: "No! I don't know when the young master left."

[Ji Zhao doesn’t understand anything about human nature. He is twenty-one years old and is protected like a glass man by Mr. Ji. He is not allowed to go out or make friends. He only knows how to draw and be in a daze all day long. He looks very tall.

He looks good, but is of no use. In our rural areas, no girl would dare to marry such a man.

I just told the story I heard from Luo Yihui. It was just a story about the silly son of a landlord. Who knew Ji Zhao would be unhappy? I was not wrong. His father is alive and he lives a comfortable life as a young master.

.If his father dies, surrounded by a bunch of tigers and wolves watching him, he will not live for a few years. Not to mention others, Duan Yong, Luo Yihui... are not good people.】

The silly son of a landlord?

Zhao Xiangwan, who grew up in the countryside, knew roughly what Feng Hongying said as soon as he heard it. It was just a silly son of a landlord who made some jokes to make the villagers laugh.

The details of the story are not important. The key now is to find Ji Zhao to avoid unpredictable dangers.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiangwan sped up his speech, asking one question after another without any pause, giving Feng Hongying no chance to answer.

Zhu Feipeng watched with dazzled eyes. Zhao Xiangwan was using micro-expression behavioral interrogation methods again! He stared at Zhao Xiangwan's every move with some excitement, not daring to blink.

"Where did Ji Zhao go when he left? Back to the house? Downstairs?"

"Very good, he went back to the house first. There are so many rooms in the house. Which studio did he go to, the bedroom or the hall?"

As Feng Hongying's pupils changed and matched her inner thoughts, Zhao Xiangwan quickly grasped the key points.

"Ji Zhao went to the studio, did Duan Yong follow him in? Yes, or not?"

"Oh, no. Where did Duan Yong go? Stay at the door, or leave?"

"Oh, Duan Yong is not with Ji Zhao. Is he staying on the top floor or going downstairs?"

"Oh, he came downstairs. Where did he get his key? Did he steal it, or did you give it to him?"

"You gave him the key!"

[Oh my God, how did she know that I saw Duan Yong going downstairs privately? I gave you the key. You are right. Duan Yong looks honest, but in fact he has a lot of tricks. He caught me stealing bird's nests from the kitchen and selling them for money.

It’s his fault for forcing me to give him the key, you bastard, you killed someone!】

Feng Hongying's face turned paler and paler, and she was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. She didn't say anything, but the girl in front of her knew everything!

Zhao Xiangwan suddenly raised his voice: "Why did Duan Yong come downstairs? Tell me!"

Feng Hongying was so frightened by her that she couldn't protect herself. She dared to cover up for Duan Yong. She trembled her lips and stammered: "Duan, Duan Yong hooked up with Liang Dongrong, the room attendant on the eleventh floor. They got together.

If it’s empty, run down.”

Ji Jinmao's face was as dark as ink. He spent money to support so many people, but none of them were reliable! He turned to look at Lu Maning: "Go to the eleventh floor and find someone."

Knowing that the situation was urgent, Lu Maning trotted away in high heels.

Feng Hongying's eyes rolled around wildly, and the high tension made her groggy head become much clearer.

[As long as the young master enters the studio, he will stay there for three or four hours. How can Duan Yong be willing to stay there all the time. When the young master enters the studio, he runs away. He is so anxious that he can’t even wait for Luo Yihui to come back.

I refuse. I am also stupid. I know that the young master is not a normal person, so why bother to talk about the stupid son of a landlord to stimulate him? If he does not stimulate him, he will not go to the studio. If he does not go to the studio, Duan Yong will not go to the studio.

Dare to run. If Duan Yong does not run, the stair fence will not open. If the fence does not open, the young master will not be able to get out...]

Feng Hongying straightened out Zhao Xiangwan's thinking.

Zhao Xiangwan turned to Xu Songling and said: "After Luo Yihui left, Feng Hongying's words irritated Ji Zhao. Ji Zhao left the terrace and went straight back to the studio. Duan Yong thought nothing happened, so he left the top floor and took the stairs to find Liang Dongrong. In order to

When he came back, he just hung the lock on the fence."

Xu Songling understood and nodded: "Well done!"

Zhao Xiangwan said: "However, I don't know what caused Ji Zhao, who was supposed to be painting in the studio, to come out and follow Duan Yong downstairs." Duan Yong locked his head and hung up, and Ji Zhao opened the fence and took the

Everything returns to the way it was before, which shows that he is a very disciplined person.

Ji Jinmao clenched his teeth and looked ugly.

Ji Zhao refused to communicate with others and lived in his own lonely world. Ji Jinmao and his wife thought of countless ways and sought medical advice everywhere. Finally, Ji Zhao achieved something and was crowned a genius painter, but Ji Jinmao knew that

My son is different from normal people.

His wife usually stays by Ji Zhao's side, but recently Luo Danfeng had just undergone a gynecological surgery and needed to recuperate at home, so he called Luo Yihui, who had always been by his side, to help.

Life assistant, bodyguard, housekeeper, direct elevator, locked stairs - Ji Jinmao originally thought that he had arranged everything very well. After he finished the thank-you banquet for the art exhibition, he went upstairs to take his son home.

But...it's such a coincidence!

Luo Yihui lost his temper at a critical moment and went to the toilet with a stomach upset;

Feng Ma stimulated Ji Zhao and asked him to leave the terrace and enter the studio;

Duan Yong thought that Ji Zhao would not come out after entering the studio, so he opened the stair railing and went to the eleventh floor to find his lover;

Ji Zhao didn't know why he didn't draw, so he just followed him downstairs.

Ji Jinmao grabbed Feng Hongying's collar fiercely, the fat on both sides of her chubby cheeks trembled, and his voice came out from between his teeth: "What on earth did you say! Why do you want to stimulate Ji Zhao!" She must have said something, otherwise Ji Zhao must have said something.

Zhao would not have come out within a few minutes of entering the studio.

Feng Hongying was originally afraid of Ji Jinmao, but when he yelled at her, she didn't dare to answer. Even though her neck was strangled and she couldn't breathe, and she rolled her eyes, Feng Hongying still kept silent.

Ji Jinmao hated this woman so much at this moment, and kept increasing his intensity, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Zhu Feipeng was afraid that someone would be killed, so he pulled the two away.

Feng Hongying collapsed on the ground, coughing and gasping for air.

She must have said something to make Ji Zhao sad! Ji Jinmao stared at Feng Hongying, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: By the way, when Ji Zhao was sad when he was a child, he would climb a tree and sit on a branch.

Open your arms, swing your feet, and free your hands and feet. Only in this way will he feel happy.

As the thoughts came together, Ji Jinmao looked excited and asked loudly: "Where is the big tree? Where in the hotel is there a place where I can sit and relax my hands and feet?"

There are a few short trees on the top floor of the hotel and bonsai in the lobby on the ground floor, but there is no way to sit on them.

The exterior of the hotel is entirely covered with glass walls, which are slippery and cannot be climbed up.

Ji Zhao didn't like the lack of air circulation in the guest room.

Ji Jinmao seemed to have thought of something, but couldn't figure it out. He was so anxious that he pulled his hair and twisted it around.

The people next to him saw him wandering around like a headless fly. They didn't know why, and they didn't know how to comfort him.

Only Zhao Xiangwan could hear his thoughts, and his mind was running rapidly.

Ji Zhao doesn't like indoors, but likes outdoors? But except for the top floor, the hotel is entirely covered with glass curtain walls, and there is no other place where it can come into contact with the flowing air.

He's not on the top floor, he's downstairs.

He wanted to find a place where he could sit and shake his arms and legs.

Wait, shake your hands and feet?

Suddenly, Zhao Xiangwan shouted: "Billboard!"

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During the college graduation season, Sang Zhi, a little tree demon, awakened his spiritual power, packed up his baggage and returned to the island where he grew up.

The sea breeze is salty, the multigrain porridge cooked by grandma is thick, the medicinal herbs cooked by grandpa are fragrant, the big yellow dog Wangcai is wagging his tail around her, and the starling in the bird cage hanging under the beam reads poetry to her every day.

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"The sun is shining over the mountains, and the Yellow River is flowing in—"

Starling, who could never recite a complete line of poetry, squatted on Sangzhi’s shoulder to watch a short video, shouting: “Bang, bah, bah…” while watching.

Sangzhi started live streaming.

On the first day, several curious viewers came into the "Island Health" live broadcast room.

"What kind of health care? The kind of wolfberry soaked in chrysanthemum?"

"What kind of gimmick is the island? Is this anchor a liar?"

In less than a month, the number of people in the live broadcast room exceeded 10,000, and they were all screaming at the screen.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Ahhh...why can I watch the anchor for half an hour just sitting in a rocking chair blowing the sea breeze?"

"I follow the anchor to get up early and go to bed early every day. My head doesn't feel dizzy, my eyes don't blur, and my waist and legs don't hurt anymore."

Half a year later, fairy faces appeared in the live broadcast room from time to time.

Superstar Shen Xingchen, who has suffered from anorexia for many years: Grandma’s paella is so delicious.

Liu Yanjun, a national Go player who often suffers from insomnia due to excessive stress: He has the sweetest dreams here.

Ouyang Hao, the richest man who made a will and planned to go to Switzerland for euthanasia: It's good to be alive.

Gu Yingcheng, a young scientist who is seriously ill: I can devote another eighty years to the motherland!

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Chapter completed!