Chapter 112

Liang Qian put his elbow on the balcony railing, looked down at the street reflected by street lamps downstairs, and said, "the police suspect that Zhang Guhuai killed that woman?"

Yang Ting solemnly said: "before the case is closed, everyone is suspected."

Liang qiange said: "today I specially looked for a chance to get close to Meng Kexun. I tried to cover her words, but I didn't succeed."

Yang Ting said: "normal, you have old resentment with her, you ask what she will not answer."

Liang qiange sighed: "Zhang Guhuai is also very wary of me. That day I went to the hospital to see a doctor and specially looked for a chance to talk to Zhang Guhuai. He has always been very calm to guard against me. To tell you the truth, he is calm and flexible. He really doesn't look like an assistant. I still think there is any other reason why he stayed with Meng Kexun."

Liang qiange discussed with Yang ting for a while, until she heard the sound of pushing the door. Turning her head, she saw Ning Jiao push open the glass door of the balcony and living room, put her hand on the armrest, and asked her, "isn't it OK?"

Liang qiange said to her, "right now, there are some details to talk about in the work."

Ning Jiao curiously looked at her, closed the glass door, turned and walked in.

Liang qiange told Yang Ting, "I will continue to observe Meng Kexun there, but I always feel that with my understanding of her, she should not be so bold. I will try her out."

"Pay attention to safety," Yang said

It took a few minutes for the call to end. After smashing the communication record, Liang qiange walked into the living room and saw Ning Jiaozheng pick up her handbag and car key and leave.

Liang qiange asked, "are you going?"

Ning Jiao shook her mobile phone and said, "my friend asked me to dance and left first."

Liang qiange sent her to the door and told her to drink less

"Don't worry." Ning Jiao said, and suddenly said: "by the way, there is something to tell you."

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After that, Jiaoning left with her.

Liang qiange turned around and saw her son still sitting on the carpet, holding a yellow pillow, staring at the chessboard.

Liang qiange used to sit next to his son, hugged his son and said, "don't you know a live broadcast host of chess? Ask him for advice? "

"He hasn't been on air for half a month." "He just had an operation and he didn't have the energy to live it," Liang said

Liang qiange seems to have heard that the anchor that Xiaoyi pays attention to is a teenager with incurable diseases. Usually, he is too bored when he is recuperating in the hospital, so he starts the live broadcast to exchange his interests and hobbies with his friends.

Liang qiange hugged his son's head and kissed him on the forehead: "don't look at this. Go play with the computer. What about your software? How are you doing?"

When talking about this, Liang Xiaoyi was happy: "I have finished, and sent it to Uncle Bo. Uncle Bo said that I did well. Mom, uncle Bo praised me for my talent in programming. He also said that my name was Xiaoyi, which was destined to be compiled and compiled. It was the same as my name!"

Liang qiange didn't expect that Bo Xiuchen also told his son these things. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Mom, uncle bo used to study computers in school. He came home to take over his brother's work because his brother was ill. He could have become a very good it engineer. Uncle Bo also said that I was like him."

Liang qiange was silent for a while, rubbed his son's hair and said, "no, you are not like him. You just have a whim and want to learn what you see. Son, listen to your mother. Don't do it. You will be bald, and baldness is not a work-related injury."

Liang Xiaoyi translated it as follows