Chapter 17

After a meal, Liang qiange starts to clean up the table. Bo Xiushen points out liang Xiaoyi's chess translation, and then helps Liang qiange collect them together.

Liang qiange also refused: "no, really no trouble, I'll do it myself."

Bo Xiushen still didn't listen, and still helped her to collect it.

When Liang qiange cleared the table and went to the kitchen to have a look, the president of Bo's family actually began to wash dishes.

Liang qiange has given up now. She can see that the CEO really likes to do housework.

But after all, he was a guest. Liang qiange didn't dare to let him do it. He rushed to grab work. Bo Xiushen quietly handed her a clean, wet and empty bowl.

Liang qiange began to wipe the dishes inexplicably, thin Xiu Shen washed one, she wiped one, and the two worked closely together, and soon cleaned up the kitchen.

When the final aftermath is finished, Bo Xiushen begins to wash his hands. After washing, he looks up and sees Liang qiange bowing his head in wiping Liuli platform.

Her side face was white and delicate, and the man walked over and suddenly touched her white and greasy face with his big, thick and dry hands.

Liang qiange a Leng, wooden looking at him.

"bubble." The man said a word, then stretched out his thumb, scratched on Liang qiange's cheek, and took a piece of wet away.

Liang qiange this just reacts to come over, busy bow head to wipe face with the back of hand, retreat half step to say: "thank you."

Thin Xiushen look at her avoid the appearance, fingers are also stained with the delicate temperature of her skin, light voice: "you are welcome."

The atmosphere in the kitchen seems to be getting a bit wrong. It's hot. Fortunately, at this time, Chunjin comes in and asks with her mobile phone: "qiange, you're going to sweep the grave tomorrow, right? What time can you come back? Are you in time for an interview this evening? "

Liang qiange instantly cut into the working mode and said, "I'll be back after six o'clock."

Chun Viola "um" sound, with the other end of the phone began to knock time.

After Chunjin left, Liang qiange also rushed out. She really didn't like Mr. Bo who was too familiar with himself.

After the meal is finished, there is no reason to stay longer. Bo Xiushen follows Liang qiange out of the kitchen and says goodbye.

Liang qiange's dull face immediately burst into a sincere smile. She was so dazzling that Xiushen could not see him?

Don't want to see him, but every day in front of a child's face which is similar to him?

So contradictory?

When Bo Xiushen left and returned to his home, he turned on his computer and saw an email prompt pop up in the middle of the screen.

Open the e-mail, the first load out is a picture, the picture of a woman in a white dress, hair micro Wan, beautiful facial features.

It is Liang qiange.

Below is the second picture of a little boy in plaid trousers and a brown baseball cap.

It was translated by Liang Xiao.

After that, there are some words.

Bo Xiushen watched quietly. After reading all of them, he put heavy pressure on the back of the sofa, raised his head and pinched his eyebrows. After a while, his laryngeal knot was moved up and down twice.

In the morning, Meng Kexun said, "five years ago, December 7, Kaili hotel room 319", he sent people to start the investigation.

One day, from before the audition to just now, he received a total of five messages.

This is the last one. He has already known the whole story of the past five years.

"Liang qiange." Whispering the name gently, his eyelids moved. When his eyes opened, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling above his head and fell into deep thought.