The voice of the person on the other end of the line was a little excited: "I found the location of the call. At the airport hotel, I checked the latest flight from the United States to China. It should be with him, Ding Mao, one of the dirty hands in the American Chinese circle. He has also done several cases in the United States, but the charge is very expensive. I heard that he and Jing Zhongqing seem to have close contacts, It's Jing Zhongqing's Royal thug. I didn't expect that after Cheng Xue came back, he didn't contact Jing Zhongqing. Instead, he contacted Ding Mao. "

Listening to the report over there, Jing Che's cold eyes are indifferent. At last, he looks at the gate of the hospital and drives away.

"Keep watching. If you have any news, report it immediately."

"It's OK to stare at him, but Ding Mao is a mercenary. He has a good command of detection and anti detection. I'm afraid the person I'm looking for will be found by him."

The man in the driver's seat was silent and displeased.

That end suggested: "if I say, isn't Meng Chen in Muhai city? Is it possible to buy a group of people from him, hire them for a period of time, and the people there are all good at this aspect. After all, they specialize in the industry. "

Jing chihan didn't make a sound. The car went on. Passing a large supermarket, he got off and went inside.

"Get in touch in another name. If you can hire someone, it's better." He said that at this time, he had already gone to the grain and goods section and put two bags of cat food into the shopping cart.

The young boys and girls shopping next to me can't help but linger when they see this handsome man with strong temperament.

But the man seemed not to notice. He took cat food, bought two bags of dog food, some pet toys and pet snacks.

Over there, the person on the other end of the phone hesitated: "in another name? To be honest, Meng's face has been washed. Even the police can't find any evidence of his blackness. We can contact anyone. Will they take it? If you want me to say boss, you'd better go. You don't have cooperation projects. He will certainly give you this face. "

"In another name." He said tough, bought cat food, dog food, and went to the fresh area.

There was some helplessness at that end: "well, I'll try first."

After hanging up the phone, Jing chihan looks at a large area of fresh vegetables. He doesn't know what to buy. Now when he goes home, he may have eaten them. However, he has to prepare for tomorrow. These days, he may not be able to eat with her. She buys vegetables by herself, but she can't take many things.

Asked the next salesman, the salesman is a middle-aged woman, also like handsome, especially attentive to find the freshest vegetables put into his car, Jing chihan thanks, push the car to the cashier.

It was half past eight when I got home.

There was no one in the living room. He turned on the light, put two bags of things on the tea table and went up to the second floor.

In the room, the notebook on the bed was still on, and the sound of water came from the bathroom.

He was relieved. He thought she would go back to her study tonight.

Just then, the door of the bathroom opened, and the woman in the bathrobe came out while she was wiping her hair. Seeing the man outside, Jos was stunned for a moment, silent, and walked past him to get the hair dryer.

Jing zhehan grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into his arms: "still angry?"

Jos gave him a look of indifference, twisted his hand and went to the cupboard to get a blow dryer.

He stood in the same place, looking at his hand, and looked at the woman who was already blowing her hair, frowning slightly, and went to help her.

As soon as his hand touched the blow, joss stepped back from him.

The man clenched his lips: "I'll help you."

She didn't say a word, she was blowing.

This is really angry, and very angry.

The man didn't say a word. He looked at her quietly. When she blew her hair seven minutes dry, he saw that she went to the wardrobe, hugged the quilt and pillow from inside and put it into his arms.

"What is this?" He raised his eyebrows.

Jos tone light: "tonight you sleep in the study, if you have a problem, I go to sleep, you choose."

He put the quilt and pillow on the bed, sighed and came over to hold her.

Joss stepped back quickly, put his hands in front of him and stopped him. "You come here again, I'll go to sleep."

He frowned.

Jos has ignored him. He goes to bed, nests in the quilt, holds his notebook, and clicks the space bar. The movie in it continues to play.

Jing chihan is not a movie, but it should be a comedy, which he will never watch.

Looking at Ann's whole set of quilts and pillows, the man felt that it was really hard to be good. Although his state was much better than he expected, it was not within his acceptable range.

The explanation in the afternoon, it seems that she listened to a little, also believe his words, but still not happy.

Knead eyebrows, he felt a bit headache, falling in love, really very troublesome.

This evening, Jing zhehan didn't punish to sleep in the study. Jos watched the comedy and saw that at 11 p.m., he rolled up and went to bed.

The next day, Jing chihan got up early and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. It was a bit of a try. Sometimes he and Jos would argue. Usually the next day, he made breakfast, and then those disputes would disappear.

In fact, this woman is not difficult to coax.

But today, Jing Che Han thought that his previous thought might be too naive.

He made breakfast and fed the cat. Almost everything was done. She changed her clothes, but only had a look at the table. Then she went out with her bag.

Before leaving, he put down a sentence: "go to the construction site. I don't know what time I'll be back in the evening. Let's eat our own food."

At this point, Jing chihan feels that the situation can be implemented. Jos is fighting with him.

Although it's not completely silent, it's really the cold war.

Looking at the food at the table, he had no appetite at all.

Out of the house, Jos's stomach beat, casually bought something on the side of the road, she walked to the station, while making a phone call.

On the other end of the line, it's Zhao Yang.

"I did as you said." Joss took a bite of the bun and murmured to the other end.

Zhao Yang on the other end of the phone obviously just woke up, and his voice was still a little continuous: "that's OK. What's his reaction?"

"No response."

"Why didn't you respond? Didn't I question you? Didn't you fight? "

"No, he's the same as usual, but he made breakfast this morning. It looks delicious. I didn't eat it," he said

"He's teasing you." Zhao Yang's words hit the mark.

Joss nodded. "I can see that."

"That's right. You just hang him out. You have to let him know what he did wrong."

Qiao Si didn't make a sound. At this time, she arrived at the bus stop. She stood in the same place, waiting for the bus. She took another bite of steamed stuffed bun and asked Zhao Yang, "is this really good? I've never had a cold war with anyone. "