"That's all I said," Hua Ting, who was angry, thought for a moment, "Why should I tell you this?
You wouldn't understand even if I told you," so she smiled lazily, retracted her chin into the quilt, and prepared to sleep. .
"No, Sister Hua, just tell me and I will listen."
Hua Ting's darkening eyes narrowed evilly like a cold-eyed cat, "I'm tired."
She raised her hand and brushed a few sticky hairs in front of her forehead, looking like she was too lazy to talk to him anymore.
In response to Hua Ting's gesture, Jian Yi reached out to probe the temperature of her forehead as if she suddenly remembered something, "The fever seems to have almost gone away."
Hua Ting frowned impatiently.
Even though she was lying on her back, she raised her chin and said coldly to him, "Will you let me rest?"
"Sister Hua, can't I tell if you want to sleep or not?"
Jian Yi pouted and leaned slightly closer to her, but she almost fell down when her legs slipped.
Hua listened and wanted to laugh.
Seeing that he was sitting firmly on the edge of the bed again, she flattened the corners of her mouth and sighed, "Jian Yi," she turned over tiredly, "don't you find it strange?
The flower in front of you can’t even play the piano.”
"I just thought you didn't want to play," Jian Yi tapped her forehead with two fingers, "Isn't that right?"
Hua Ting let out a light chirp and stared with both eyes, "I usually see you quite smart, but now you are as stupid as a pig."
Jian Yi's peach blossom eyes were still unmoved, and the smile on her lips became brighter, "Don't you mean that Sister Hua wants to say that she is not a white flower?"
Hearing his rhetorical question, Hua Ting lowered her brows and softened her voice, "I'm Bai Hua Ting, but I'm not the Bai Hua Ting you know."
She closed her eyes and said in a soft voice as if she was about to fall asleep, "Maybe it's not me you fall in love with."
Jian Yi blinked incomprehensively, stood up and tucked her in, "Sister Hua," he walked a few steps and poured himself a cup of tea in front of the dressing table.
The tea was boiling hot and made from the finest Dahongpao.
It was delicious when it entered his throat.
He took a sip and laughed deeply: "Whether you are a flower girl or not, I still like you."
As soon as she recovered from her illness, Hua Ting went to Las Villas Casino.
She looked at the piles of ledgers spread out on the table and got a headache after turning two pages.
She really wasn't interested in numbers.
That day, he risked his life to discuss business with Bai Qihong.
Although the process went smoothly, Bai Qihong was happy, but he didn't see any extra expressions from him.
Apart from a few compliments and appreciation, he also It seems to have laid a good foundation in his heart.
As soon as Hua Ting calmed down and prepared to check the ledger, the manager Ayao knocked on the door and came in saying that Director Qian was looking for her.
Director Qian Hua Ting and Director Qian had no contact with each other since that day when the inspector boarded the ship in Peking.
However, whenever she thought of the inspector who was forced to leave that day, Hua Ting raised her eyebrows and greeted him for a while.
Hu Dahongpao invited him in.
Director Qian did not wear a police uniform this time, but wore a stiff suit.
Maybe it was because the weather was hot.
As soon as he entered the door, he took off his coat and put it on his arms.
Ayao diligently pulled out a chair opposite Huaying for him.
Director Qian took a step forward and sat down, smiling at Hua Ting and saying hello.
"Director Qian came to me specifically for inspection?"
"Miss Bai is smart."
Director Qian took the tea from Hua Ting and locked her with a pair of sharp eyes.
Hua Ting picked up her cup, lowered her head and blew the tea soup gently, and the steaming mist dispersed between her brows, "Director Qian thinks I know something."
"Miss Bai is a sensible person."
Director Qian did not drink tea, but just put the teacup on the table again, "You should know something."
"Of course I know something, but I guess most people know it too."
Director Qian frowned and seemed a little embarrassed, "Miss Bai also thinks she is someone close to Mr.
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Bai."
"Yes."
Hua Ting held the tea cup and replied calmly.
"Does Miss Bai know his whereabouts?"
Director Qian said with deep meaning, tapping the table with his fingers.
Hua Ting took a sip of tea, shook her head and said, "Does Director Qian think I will know about the person Bai Qihong wants to hide?"
Director Qian did not drink tea, but lit a cigarette.
"I want to ask," Hua Ting put down the tea cup in her hand, her voice was low and her eyes were heavy, "Why does Director Qian help the inspector to overturn the case?"
Director Qian shook off the cigarette ashes in one hand and sighed deeply, "Shijie is a good person.
I know him well."
"Actually, Director Qian thought the same as me.
There is not much chance of a turnaround in inspection and supervision."
Because her great-great-grandfather only returned to Shanghai in the second year after her father Bai was born, it can be said that her great-great-grandfather returned to Shanghai.
She has lived in Peiping for most of her life; looking back now, she can probably understand why her great-grandfather’s Mandarin would have an inexplicable Beijing accent from time to time.
It turned out that it was not because he watched too many Peking operas.
"Even if we caught the boy named Ding, we would be helpless without evidence."
How could Hua Ting not think about the science and technology of this era?
Not to mention fingerprints, there are not even the most basic witnesses.
Where should the case start?
"What Miss Bai has thought about, I have also thought about it."
Director Qian looked helpless and his eyes fell on the asparagus in the corner of the office.
"Miss Bai also likes to grow asparagus."
"No, it's Mr.
Bai."
Speaking of Bai Qihong, Director Qian's eyes darkened.
He hurriedly smoked the last cigarette and stood up to leave.
"If Miss Bai has any clues, come to the police station to find me."
"good."
After Director Qian left, Hua Ting could not read a word in the account book.
Thinking of the scene when Zhao Yiran waved goodbye to her on the ship to Peiping that day, and her reluctance and expectation for this land, she let go of her hand, the pen fell low, and rolled a few times on the mahogany table. , almost rolling to the edge, she reached out her hand again, unconsciously grabbed it, put her thumb on it, and rubbed it carefully.
It's a pity that their opponent is Bai Qihong, the Bai Qihong who is decisive in killing while talking and laughing, and the Bai Qihong who is rumored to be ruthless.
He seems to have no weaknesses and is impeccable.
Because Jian Maosheng made a jealous joke with Mrs.
Bai at Bai Qihong's birthday dinner that day, Jian Yi came to the Jian family's mansion with flowers today.
Thinking about it carefully, Hua Ting has indeed never returned home once since she got married, and has rarely seen Mrs.
Bai.
Thinking about it this way, her daughter is really not competent enough, let alone the cold-faced one.
Bai Qihong, Mrs.
Bai always treats her well.
Let's take some time to go back to the Bai Mansion to catch up with Mrs.
Bai someday.
The car stopped in front of Jian's house.
As soon as Hua Ting stepped out of the door, Mrs.
Jian's sharp and mean face flashed through her mind, and her temples started to beat suddenly within this second.
The backyard of Jian's family is a gloomy bamboo forest, but the front yard is exquisite, with weeping willows and green flowers, and golden horses, all in the style of a wealthy family.
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Girls and servants can be seen coming in and out everywhere.
The Pai Gow made of bone in the hall was clattering, and several girls gathered around to watch the excitement, and they seemed to be in a good mood.
Mrs.
Jian touched the Pai Gow a few times, and lowered her eyebrows when she saw Hua Ting coming in, looking like Looking a little tired, he covered his lips with his fingers stained with impatiens, and yawned lazily.
He turned his head and whispered something, and the girl beside him responded.
After a while, he brought some foreign cigarettes and gave them some instructions.
She clicked.
Mrs.
Jian was playing Pai Gow with one hand, holding the pipe between her onion-like fingertips, squinting her eyes and taking a deep breath.
The smoke puffed out from her red lips was actually a bit sultry.
I think Jian Mao had doted on her all his life, otherwise where would this arrogant and overbearing temper come from?
Jian also saw it, and expressionlessly reached out to take Mrs.
Jian's cigarette, then dropped her hand and threw it into the spittoon aside.
Mrs.
Jian held her hands, her fingers were staggered and she still maintained the posture of holding a cigarette.
She slowly spit out the remaining smoke in her mouth, turned her head to look at Hua Ting, raised her eyebrows and smiled at her: "If Miss Bai is hungry, You can eat first, I guess it will take more than an hour."
"I'm not hungry."
Hua Tingjiao smiled and walked towards Mrs.
Jian.
She leaned over slightly and grabbed a card for Mrs.
Jian who had not yet reacted.
It happened that her hands were itchy, so she played the dominoes several times in her hand. , raised his eyes and glanced at the cards on the table, and he probably had an idea in his mind, so he threw out the plum card on Mrs.
Jian's left hand.
Mrs.
Jian’s raised red lips froze.
Before she could curse, Hua Ting smiled lightly and stood up straight, "Six points and four points, Tiger Head, win."
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