"By the way, Ju, when reporting, don't forget to report six numbers, six one four, nine one zero"
This is the SJZ bombing case. When confronting Wu Tian, Zhang Zichen faintly heard the six numbers before he fell unconscious. Since it was confirmed that it was Ding Minyi who threw Wu Tian down in the end, this series of numbers also It can be confirmed that it is Ding Minyi's last words.
As for what this string of numbers represented, Zhang Zichen had a lot of guesses, but the reality was so severe that it made people unable to think about it at all. Until the key evidence of Diao Aijing's wristwatch appeared, the trend of the whole matter seemed to be related to Happy World again, so Zhang Zichen could faintly feel the importance of this series of numbers.
"What does this mean? Just these six numbers?"
"Well, you just need to report the truth. Su Ling's situation is not serious, and you will definitely not be able to leave. Let's wait until dawn, Ah Liang, let's go back to SJZ."
In the eyes of Supervisor Zhou Kuang, Zhou Kuang is definitely not normal today. Not only was he absent-minded when he went to work, but he also packed up all his things a minute earlier and waited to leave work. What you need to know is that since Zhou Kuang took office, he has never left work on time. Although the commute and commuting rules of this small company are the same as the decorations, Zhou Kuang has really worked tirelessly and worked hard.
So when the supervisor saw Zhou Kuang sitting in his seat, ready to go after getting off work, he couldn't help feeling puzzled.
"Zhou'er, what's the matter, what's going on at home?"
"Ah, supervisor... I'm not planning to pick up the child from kindergarten"
Zhou Kuang, who was not very good at these things and didn't have much heart, had already flown to the gate of Shuangse Kindergarten, and he told all the situation without paying attention.
"Child? Whose child? Yours?!"
For the programmers, it seems that this has been regarded as earth-shattering news, and Zhou Kuang, who felt the countless gazes on him, is now
It's too late to regret.
Didn’t this mean that after giving birth, I was afraid of delaying work, so I sent it to my hometown, and my mother kept watching, seeing that the three-year-old was going to kindergarten, so I took it back.”
Zhou Kuang breathed out a sigh of relief for the explanation he came up with after thinking hard, but he didn't notice that the supervisor's face turned into an ugly mess in an instant.
"Then hurry up, don't delay picking up the child"
But the expression like eating a fly flashed on Director Zhou Kuang's face for a moment, and in the next second, it turned into that kind of asking for your health and caring for you in every possible way.
"Sorry, sir, I'll go first"
Following the melodious ringing of the off-duty bell, Zhou Kuang quickly left the post he had liked a little bit. After all, he had to take the subway twice to pick up Xiao Fuling. The rest of the children were grandparents. Picked it up, such a small girl, if she is left alone in the kindergarten, she will definitely feel uncomfortable.
Zhou Kuang didn't know why, although he had only been in contact with this adopted little girl for a few days, in his heart, little Fuling had already firmly occupied a place. Is it because of her sensible and obedient, or her precocious mentality that does not match her age, or because she has the same dull personality as herself. . . Or all of these.
Just don't think about things that you can't think clearly. This is Zhou Kuang's advantage, as long as he is satisfied right now.
To be honest, Zhou Kuang was very annoyed and resisted the decision made by his goddess at first, but these helpless and pampering accommodations completely disappeared when Xiao Fuling looked at him timidly. The sense of identity, the sense of delivery even Zhou Kuang was faintly proud.
After all, in this world, what could be happier than having my own daughter looking at me full of expectations.
Especially in the past few days when little Fuling officially became his "daughter", Zhou Kuang only had tenderness in his heart, especially the sensibility in Fuling that was seriously inconsistent with his age completely melted everything.
But at the moment, Zhou Kuang, who had nothing else to do, didn't realize the stunned expressions of all the colleagues behind him, as well as the impersonal cold eyes of the supervisor.
Chapter 155. Talking about eight homely meals
Like a battlefield after a fight, the two people sitting opposite each other on the tatami seem to be covered with bloody scars.
"I...I don't understand what you're talking about (day)"
"No teacher, it's impossible for you not to understand what I'm talking about, besides, what the student said is not just nonsense, but the literal meaning (Japanese)"
An eerie silence lay across the bloody battlefield again, as if two soldiers in tattered armor struggled to get up from the pile of dead men, and then scrutinized each other.
"Then I can confirm that you are crazy (day)"
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Apparently, Mu Sichangren was a soldier who was not in too bad a condition, he could still treat all of them as nothing after thousands of dead bodies were trampled under his feet.
"Has the teacher forgotten your ideal? As long as you agree to the student's request, your ideal will be fulfilled at a speed beyond your expectations (day)"
"Don't you know that there is an idiom in China called 'drinking poison to quench thirst'! (Japanese)"
"No, no, even if what the teacher drank was poison, I believe that with your strength, it won't have the slightest effect (day)"
There is still a kind smile on that harmless and kind face, like an uncle next door, chatting with you about trivial matters like usual, but no one will see it, uncle next door Behind it is the ferocious blood. But ordinary people in Musi are still waiting at this moment, waiting, if the dying opponent wants to die, then he can only choose to die together.
"Don't worry... (day)"
"That's natural, otherwise we wouldn't have been talking as students and teachers (Japanese)"
Mu Sizhen, who was kneeling there, immediately lowered his head and bowed deeply to the old man opposite, but what shot out from behind the pair of black-rimmed glasses was only fierce determination and vicious recklessness.
"Hey sister, it's really time for you to come here. Today's ribs are good and fresh. They are all small ribs, not a single big bone."
In the bustling vegetable market, the big sister of the pork stall enthusiastically greeted the customers in front of her. All the shoppers in this area were old and regular customers. Naturally, it was impossible for the vendors to let go of any opportunity to sell their products.
"It looks good, give me two, just to make up for my old man at night"
"Okay, a total of thirty-five, I chopped it up, so you can save it when you go back and get it yourself."
In a few words, the transaction was completed. Just as the middle-aged woman who bought meat was about to take money from her wallet, a hand was passed over from the side without any defense, just in front of her.