Seeing Zhai Chen, Zhao Zian immediately put on a smile: "Mr. Zhai, thank you."
Zhai Chen looked at him, and then at Xiao Chen, who had no time to hide his anger: "What's the matter, there was a fight at the door of the hospital."
"A little misunderstanding, this little brother thought I was a reporter who sneaked in." Zhao Zian smiled bitterly, dragged Zhai Chen to testify to him, and was very distressed by the sudden rushing out of the messenger of justice.
Zhai Chen looked up and down the two of them curiously: "People's police, are you also taking care of reporters?"
Chen Zhaohui didn't answer, just said hello to Zhai Chen: "Brother Chen, I'll go first."
Zhao Zian seemed to know Xiao Chen's police identity: "He's a policeman..."
Criminal police usually don't wear uniforms, and it's normal not to see them. Zhai Chen raised his eyebrows and asked Zhao Zian what he was doing.
Zhao Zian shook the pocket in his hand: "Mr. Ji is going to let me follow up on the punctuation project, I'm not, ahem, before starting the project, let's get acquainted with President Gao first."
The tone was as soft and soft as always, and there was nowhere for a ruffian like Zhai Chen to say: "That's good, I'm going to buy snacks for Mr. Gao, let's go together, I'll take you in in a while."
Without any explanation, he dragged the person away without giving Zhao Zian a chance to meet Gao Yusheng alone. The killer is still in the dark, he is guarding everyone now, and he doesn't dare to relax for a moment.
Zhao Zian didn't resist either, he went there happily, and gave Zhai Chen an idea: "There is a delicious fried beef river on that street. It's a clean and beautiful Internet celebrity shop." He guessed that a rich young master like Gao Yusheng would not want to eat it. The gutter oil food on the stall is recommended to be clean, regular and delicious.
Zhai Chen had to admit that this guy was a good man. However, Brother Chen has been in the society for so long, and he is not a white man. He took Zhao Zian and sat down directly in the store: "Come three servings of fried beef, two servings to eat here, and one package to take away."
Seeing him like this, Zhao Zian did not politely shirk, and sat down: "I'll ask you to bribe Mr. Bodyguard."
"Can you bribe me if you stir up Niuhe?" Zhai Chen directly scanned the QR code on his mobile phone to pay, and didn't give Manager Zhao a chance to bribe. The gold medal bodyguard would never accept bribes, "How did you provoke a police comrade just now?"
"That's my fault. I like to talk to people. I met him when I was parked, and we chatted casually. When I talked about this morning's news, the guy suddenly exploded." Zhao Zian was also confused.
"What's the news?" Zhai Chen was busy taking care of the big and the young in the morning, so far he hasn't had time to play with his mobile phone.
"It's that little fat man who was lost in your kindergarten. It's back. His family has posted on Weibo." Zhao Zian is really a serious person. When he knew he was going to deal with Gao Yusheng, he inquired about everything clearly. Even Zhai Chen knew about the news, and he was very familiar with it.
Zhai Chen knew that, if he talked about this, it was no wonder Xiao Chen was blown up. Fang Chuyang is still lying in the hospital for this matter. If the reporter is here to probe his brain and ask him if he knows about it, this is a provocation in the eyes of the honest Xiao Chen.
Looking down at the phone, Xiaopang's mother's social platform has indeed been updated, telling everyone that Xiaopang has been recovered, and thank the police. This time, I learned to be obedient, and I didn't say anything else. And the kind-hearted netizens are only happy, and warmly congratulate Xiaopang for returning home.
Fang Chuyang stayed in the hospital for three days and went home after receiving the bones. He is not an open fracture, just take it back and fix it and wait for it to grow slowly. Police officer Fang, who loves his work, returned to work after a few days of rest at home.
And Zhao Zian took over the work of punctuation, which made Zhai Chen fully feel the star service of the investment company. Visited every week and was courteous and thoughtful to bring gifts to everyone, including Mengmeng Zhai's.
Zhai Chen once suspected that this product was for intelligence, so that he could go back and use it to please Gao Mudi.
"It does mean that," Zhao Zian even admitted generously, and handed the toy he brought to Zhai Mengmeng with a smile, "Mr. Gao is very easy to satisfy, as long as I tell the interesting things about Mr. Gao in the ward, he will very happy."
This is a euphemism. It's not just to tell Gao Yusheng's unfortunate leftovers to the younger brother of the Gao family, so that he can gloat over his misfortune. But telling the truth is reassuring, and the weekly visit continues like this.
After a month like this, Gao Yusheng was finally able to walk down the ground, the kind that uses crutches.
"Come, come to my brother." Zhai Chen stood five steps away and stretched his arms to encourage Gao Yusheng to come over.
Gao Yusheng supported a cane and moved forward with difficulty. Lying in bed for a month, although the rehabilitator came to massage his good leg every day to prevent muscle atrophy, he tried his best to move within the range without pulling the wound, but he was still a little weak.
The tip of the cane jabbed on the rug as a point of support to lift the foot. One step, two steps, three steps, four... Before the fourth step was completed, his knees suddenly softened, and Gao Yusheng threw himself forward.
Zhai Chen caught him steadily: "How come I've been practicing for a few days, but I still can't walk five steps."
Gao Yusheng did not speak.
Afraid of hitting him, Zhai Chen comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, take your time, it's been a hundred days, and we still have two months to practice."
Gao Yusheng supported him, stood up a little bit, lowered his head and looked a little depressed: "The main reason is that the legs are weak now. I have to exercise my legs back before I can practice crutches."
"It makes sense." Zhai Chen looked at the crutches with the pointed base like high-heeled shoes. It was too embarrassing for the one-legged hero. He simply threw the crutches aside and supported him to exercise.
Gao Yusheng hugged Zhai Chen's waist very consciously.
"Little bastard," Zhai Chen couldn't see the small movement, and put the paw on his shoulder, "Can you walk with your waist?"
"Yes." Gao Yusheng said seriously.
"I can make a ball of wool." Zhai Chen slapped him and supported him to practice hard.
Fang Chuyang, who came to pick up Mengmeng, saw such a scene when he entered the door. The two did not use the rehabilitation equipment installed on the indoor wall, but practiced walking with the most primitive manpower. Mr. Gao, who was crippled with one leg, hung on his brother like he was paralyzed. And his brother who lacked heart and soul, also seriously shouted one, two, one.
Zhai Mengmeng, who was sitting on the sofa, held a bag of potato chips expressionlessly, clack clack.
"Isn't this a top-level suite? There isn't even a rehabilitator." Fang Chuyang still hung one arm, walking with gusto, comparing the weak and weak Mr. Gao to a very fake.
"The rehab teacher just left, this is our homework." Zhai Chen said confidently, continuing to walk slowly with Xiao Tianci.
Fang Chuyang was too lazy to care about them, so he raised his chin at Zhai Mengmeng and motioned for him to come over. Today is the day to visit Yao Hongmei, my adoptive mother, at Nanshan Sanatorium. I took Zhai Mengmeng to see her last time. The doctor found that the appearance of the child was helpful to the patient, so he advised Fang Chuyang to bring more children there.
Zhai Mengmeng slowly finished eating the last slice, climbed off the sofa, and took one of Fang Chuyang's fingers with her hand stained with potato chips: "Let's go, the widow is redundant here."
Zhai Chen: "..."
Gao Yusheng: "Come back early, your car should arrive today."
Zhai Mengmeng cheered: "Oh yeah, goodbye auntie."
Fang Chuyang's eyes widened instantly: "What do you call him?"
Zhai Mengmeng: "Uncle Gao."
Fang Chuyang: "...Do you think I'm deaf?"