This is a residential area not far from Wutong Street. Most of the residences here are older than those on Wutong Street and can be traced back to the early Qing Dynasty. All small courtyards with deep courtyards and high walls are distributed in long and narrow alleys.
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Zhao Qiming was sitting on a rocking chair in the courtyard. Wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, he looked particularly gentle and elegant.
But it's a pity that no matter how thick these lenses are, they can't hide the viciousness deep in his eyes.
"Mr. Zhao, we met Su Yun according to your instructions."
He Yong lowered his head and answered.
Although he dared to act arrogant in front of Su Yun, He Yong would never dare to act arrogant in front of the gentle and elegant Zhao Qiming. Having been in various situations for a long time, he could clearly feel that the seemingly gentle Zhao Qiming in front of him
He must be the cruelest at heart.
So He Yong should be as respectful as he wants.
Zhao Qiming rocked the rocking chair with a calm expression on his face.
"You did very well."
Although he praised me, there was no trace of relief on his face.
He Yong lowered his head, and sweat began to form on his head. Zhao Qiming's fingers kept tapping on the armrest, and the movement seemed to hit He Yong's heart.
In this late autumn weather, he actually felt white hairs of sweat coming out of his back.
"Zhao...Mr. Zhao..."
"Don't be nervous. I'll give you another task. If you do it well, I'll reward you heavily."
Zhao Qiming waved and motioned for He Yong to come closer.
He Yong lowered his head, and Zhao Qiming whispered a few words in his ear. He Yong was stunned, raised his head and looked at Zhao Qiming in disbelief: "Mr. Zhao...this...this..."
Asking him to kidnap a child, this...this...if he is caught, it is not a small crime...
"Mr. Zhao, you're making things too difficult for me. I can't do it." Normally, he would just cause trouble or something. If he was caught, he would only be detained for a few days and then released. This was not a big deal to He Yong.
But asking him to kidnap a child, this...
If he is caught, even if he is not punished with death, he will not be able to get out without eight or ten years!
He Yong was afraid and refused again and again.
But when he raised his head and faced Zhao Qiming's smiling face, He Yong's feet trembled and he took two steps back.
"I don't want the money anymore, I don't want the money anymore, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now."
He Yong turned around and ran away, but how could he run out? Before he could reach the door, two tall figures came out from both sides and blocked the door with their arms crossed.
There was a cold murderous intent on their faces.
He Yong was stunned, took a step back, and sat down on the ground.
"Mr. He, don't be so nervous! I just asked you to help me tie up a child. Isn't this a very simple thing for you?" Zhao Qiming stood up from the rocking chair, reached out to dust his clothes and
The non-existent dust still looked at He Yong with a smile on his face.
"Or Mr. He, are you willing to trade your children? If I remember correctly, your wife gave you three daughters, and the last one is your son, right?"
"We chose your son. What do you think, Mr. He?"
He Yong had been frightened out of his wits by Zhao Qiming's words. Only then did he realize that there was absolutely no such thing as a pie in the sky. When Zhao Qiming asked him to go to Su Yun's commercial street to find a job, he promised that as long as he could do it
Just give him five hundred yuan for this matter...
Five hundred yuan, such a generous reward, He Yong was bribed by Zhao Qiming almost without thinking.
He has been following Zhao Qiming's instructions, thinking that he would get the five hundred yuan this time, but... the result...
He Yong collapsed on the ground with a pale face.
No matter how much he regrets, Zhao Qiming will never be soft-hearted or let him go. Whoever gets on his boat still wants to get off the boat with peace of mind? It’s a dream.
Su Yun, who was at home, had absolutely no idea that a conspiracy against their family was brewing rapidly.
She picked up the child after school and took the child to Mr. Fang's place to have dinner with the old man. Mr. Fang's memory has not recovered since the fall a month ago.
But what's better now is that he can treat himself as a child and Zhang Ma, who takes care of him, as his mother...
Xiao Lin's company had a meeting today, so Su Yun came over with her three children.
As soon as the car stopped in the yard, the triplets got out of the car and called grandma and Zuzu and ran into the house. Mr. Fang, who was being fed by Zhang's mother on the sofa, heard the voices of the three children.
After that, he immediately pushed away the spoon in front of him.
"The baby doesn't want to eat, so the brothers and sisters come to play with the baby."
The old man stood up and ran out.
Xiao Zhao on the side quickly held down his arm. The old man had always regarded himself as a baby, and they had no choice but to interfere. But the old man was not a real child, and his body definitely could not support him running.
The old man was stopped, and he raised his head and glared at Xiao Zhao: "What are you doing, Uncle Xiao Zhao? Why are you holding the baby? Let go quickly, or the baby will get angry if you don't let go."
A ninety-year-old man talks to people in the tone of a two-year-old child. This scene makes people don't know whether to cry or laugh.
Xiao Zhao lowered his voice as much as possible and said to the old man in a coaxing tone: "Old...baby...you can't run. Your brothers and sisters will definitely not like you running."
"Why can't you run?"
The old man asked very seriously, but he did not ask Xiao Zhao, but asked Zhang Ma on the side: "Mom, why can't the baby run away? Is it because he is afraid of being beaten by the landlord?"
"Don't worry, Mom, the baby will be well behaved and won't make any noise."
After speaking, Mr. Fang put his hand to his mouth and shushed, then raised his hand and walked forward slowly step by step.
He looks really cautious.
When Su Yun saw this scene when she came in, she was a little curious about what grandpa was doing. The triplets had already ran over and surrounded the old man.
"Zuzu, what are you doing? Is this a new game?"
"Zuzu, I was praised by the teacher at school today and got a small red flower. Can I give it to you?"
"I brought the new issue of the Calabash Baby comic book to Zuzu."
The three children surrounded the old man, chattering non-stop.
Su Yun also walked over with a smile, stopped in front of the old man, stretched out her hand to support his arm: "Grandpa, let me help you sit over."
"My name is not grandpa, my name is Zuzu. What's wrong with your sister?" Mr. Fang looked at Su Yun unhappy. Su Yun smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay, you don't call me grandpa, you call me Zuzu."
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"Then did our Zuzu eat on time today?" Su Yun, as a mother of three children, must be very good at coaxing her children: "You have to eat on time and take medicine on time, so that Zuzu can grow taller!
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"Are they the same as my brothers and sisters? The baby needs to eat. He needs to eat."
Mr. Fang's temper is moody right now, and no one can tell what he will do next. No, he just said he wanted to eat, and immediately asked Ma Zhang to come over and feed him.