If it wasn't for Yang Ming's push, he wouldn't have made the morning tea so quickly. All thanks to Yang Ming, without him, there would be no Haibawang. Now that his debts have been paid off, Yang Ming's debts will be paid in the future. When Wang Xiaoming thought of this new goal, he regained his energy.

At the end of the month, Yang Ming asked Wang Xiaoming, "How much money do we have left now?"

Wang Xiaoming just went to the bank to deposit money, and he still remembered the amount of cash on it: "There are still 270,000."

"Have you paid off your debt?" Yang Ming asked.

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Yes, this money is our first savings." It feels really good to have surplus money for the first time. For some reason, Wang Xiaoming does not regard the debt owed to Yang Ming as a burden. The overlord is full of confidence, but he still regards Yang Ming as his own psychologically.

Yang Ming said, "Have you saved tomorrow's principal?"

"Stayed."

"Can you give me this money?" This was the first time Yang Ming asked Wang Xiaoming for money.

Wang Xiaoming was a little surprised, but he readily agreed: "Of course." Wang Xiaoming showed him his bank card, "You know the password, your birthday."

Yang Ming twitched his lips and smiled. He had decided on a temporary birthday, but he didn't expect him to take it seriously: "Okay. I'll do some errands tomorrow, can I leave it to you in the store?"

Wang Xiaoming said, "Why are you in such a hurry, do you have something to do?"

Yang Ming nodded: "Well, there is something."

Wang Xiaoming wanted to ask him something, but Yang Ming didn't take the initiative to tell him, probably because he didn't want him to know, so he didn't ask, but he felt like there were 10,000 cats scratching his claws, and he was so curious to death. A thought suddenly flashed into Wang Xiaoming's heart: Yang Ming has already remembered his past, is he going to send money to his family?

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming only felt that his brain was instantly vacuumed, and there was nothing. When I came back to my senses, my first thought was when will he leave? No, if it was remittance, it should not go back for the time being. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief. He will not leave for the time being, which means that there are still things or people worth nostalgic here. Wang Xiaoming thought of this possibility, and a feeling of gratitude surged in his heart.

The next day, Yang Ming didn't go to work and went out alone. Wang Xiaoming noticed that the lobby manager of the Yingxu Hotel next door didn't seem to be there either. He asked her colleagues and it was said that she was off today. The sour water in Wang Xiaoming's heart gurgled out, almost drowning him. He was very restless, but he didn't dare to call to find out.

After the morning tea, the early masters could finally rest. Wang Xiaoming came out of the kitchen to take a breath and found that Liu Hao was sitting in the front hall. Say hi to me. Where are they?"

Liu Hao said lazily: "Someone was bored and sent them home."

Wang Xiaoming guessed that the person was Zhong Yanhong, and he sat down beside Liu Hao: "Is it Boss Zhong? Did you make an appointment to come together?"

Liu Hao pouted: "How is it possible! It was that shameless person who saw us on the road, so he just wanted to follow us."

Wang Xiaoming laughed: "Did you quarrel with Boss Zhong?"

"When did you think I had a better relationship with him?" Liu Hao frowned in dissatisfaction.

Wang Xiaoming said with a smile, "You are really a happy couple."

Liu Hao is like a cat with fried fur: "The ghost is a pair with him! I have nothing to do with his wool."

Wang Xiaoming held his chin and said with hindsight, "I see, he is chasing you, you haven't agreed yet?"

Liu Hao looked at him with a little sadness in his eyes: "You just found out? Didn't you fall in love before?"

Wang Xiaoming looked around, lowered his voice and said embarrassedly, "I've never seen a man talk to a man. I've been arguing between the two of you."

Liu Hao made a look of contempt: "You think we are dioramas? We are not like men and women. If you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it, and you will quarrel and bicker. There is nothing special."

Afterwards, Liu Hao sighed slightly, and began to become serious: "I'm here to tell you something serious, there may be a situation with Yang Ming's family, there is news from someone from Dongying, and the time and character depiction are very close to Yang Ming's. ."

Wang Xiaoming's heart tightened: "Really? Do you have any photos?" Obviously, he should be happy, but he felt a sense of fear. Wang Xiaoming felt that it was too abnormal for him.

"Yes, yes, the ID photo is rather vague. I can't tell if it is right or not." Liu Hao said.

Wang Xiaoming hurriedly said, "Show me, have you taken it?"

Liu Hao took out his mobile phone and called up the photo. Wang Xiaoming grabbed it and took a look. It was indeed a blurred black and white photo. Wang Xiaoming blinked hard, identified it carefully, and then said in an uncertain tone: "I think It shouldn't be him."

Liu Hao said: "This is too blurry. Would you like to take a picture of Yang Ming so that the other party can identify it?"

Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath and said, "Who is the person who reported the missing person?"

"A classmate of the missing person," Liu Hao said.

Wang Xiaoming only felt that his head was hit by the duang and fell off. He turned around a few times on the ground, his heart seemed to be hollowed out at once, and there was nothing left. It took him a long time to regain consciousness and swallow hard. After spitting for a while, he said, "You have to ask Yang Ming about this."

Liu Hao got up and said, "Then I'll go find him."

Wang Xiaoming stopped him: "Wait~lightnovelpub.net~ Rat, Yang Ming is away today, he has something to do. Or let me talk to him first."

Liu Hao looked at his pale and bleeding face and nodded: "Okay. I'll send you the photo."

Wang Xiaoming nodded woodenly, and Liu Hao said, "It's a good thing to be able to find a family member. I should be happy for him. Besides, you are not a teacher, so you can be on your own."

Wang Xiaoming nodded and responded mechanically, "Yes, it's okay."

Liu Hao said, "Then I'll go first, and call me back."

"Okay." Wang Xiaoming entered the kitchen and stood at the door, looking at the bright and spacious kitchen. Some of them were working and some were chatting. Seeing him come in, the chatting people hurried to work. Wang Xiaoming looked at a dozen people in white chef uniforms, tall, short, fat and thin, but none of them were tall and thin as Yang Ming. Usually at this time, he should be busy here, but today he didn't know where he went.

By the way, did he take the money to send money? It seems that he really remembered it himself, so why did he not say it all the time, was it because he was afraid of worrying about it?