Chapter 72 President of Yujing Group who disappeared from the cliff

  Shisu was still reading the two newspapers in the car at the time. From the time he fell into the river to the time he was rescued, the specific situation could not be inquired in detail.

  The police will definitely be able to find out the monitoring route of the road section on the cross-river bridge at that time, and you can find out exactly how it happened.

  But she really doesn’t want to bring this kind of thing to her home, especially at night at home, and...

  Her eyes looked in Jing Jihan's direction. Sure enough, when the man heard the words of Sister Jun, his eyes had fallen on her face again.

Sister Jun was still chattering over there: "Fortunately, you are fine. The scenes these days are all nights. After so many days, I took a break while recuperating. Leave the matter to me, so you don’t have to worry about it."

  While speaking, Sister Jun asked in confusion: "Why are you not talking for a long time? Have you gotten home yet? If you are still squatting in the corridor, I will go back and help you home immediately!"

  Shi Su hurriedly said to the direction of the phone: "I'm back, the phone is too far away, so I didn't speak."

  Sister Jun gave a "Oh", then paused, and suddenly asked sharply: "So who helped you press the handsfree? Mianmian can't be at home at this time!"

  Shisu: "……"

  Sister Jun suddenly said in a sudden breath: "That little white face again? You haven't cut him off yet? Shisu, I said you..."

  The tall man moved slightly, walked to the side of the coffee table, and hung up.

  ——The world is finally clean!

Although I am a bit sorry for Sister Jun, Shi Su is really not in good condition at the moment. She is not feeling well. She has stayed up for a few days. Moreover, she happened to have her aunt visiting today. The weather was so cold in the morning. After soaking in the river for a long time, she was exhausted physically and mentally. She was uncomfortable anywhere. Now she just wanted to be clean, find a place to lie down, and didn't want to say anything.

   Seeing that the man’s eyes were full of scrutiny, Shisu said: “Let me take a break first, and I’ll be in a better condition. Can I go back to my room and sleep for a while?”

  In her tone, almost all of her voice is about to be mixed with the meaning of begging. This is a natural reflection of people in a state of being too exhausted and about to collapse.

After speaking, she turned around and walked to the door of the children’s room without any consideration. At the same time, she left the words: "Please come downstairs and help me pick Mian Mian back at half past four. The kindergarten school bus will pick you up. She delivered it to the gate of the community."

  The words fell, Shisu entered the children's room without looking back.

  Jing Jihan turned his eyes and looked at the phone on the coffee table that had been soaked in water a few hours ago, and there were still traces of cracks on the screen.

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  Shi Su sat on the small cartoon sofa in the children's room and did not go to bed right away.

  The sunshade curtains are closed, the light in the room is not turned on, only the light on the laptop screen in her arms.

  The file with the password is opened on the screen, and rows of year numbers are flowing in the dim dim light.

  At 21:00 on June 26, 201X, Shi Yunyin was admitted to the hospital with a leg injury. The VIP ward was closed, and the intern medical staff claimed that there were no leg injury patients in the ward (the recording has been backed up).

  On July 19, 201X, at 18:00, Shi’s wife Xu Yaru appeared near the hotel in the fire (the monitoring has been backed up).

  On July 20, 201X, at 20 o'clock in the evening, the hotel was set on fire (the on-site monitoring equipment has been burnt down, and the evidence needs to be added).

  X month X, 201X, XX noon,…………(Recording evidence to be added.)

  At 6 a.m. on X, X, 2020, a traffic accident occurred on the bridge across the river in Jiangshi, causing man-made accidents...

  ……

  Shi Mianmian asked with her little face up more than once: Mommy, why are we going back to this place?

  Shi Su closed the computer in her hand, and her hair was drawn along her cheeks, her eyebrows drooped, and she couldn't see the emotions on her face.

  Why do you want to come back?

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At 8 o’clock in the evening, Shi Su wakes up and opened her eyes. Although she slept for a few hours, she was restless and the pain in her neck reminded her of what happened today. These few hours are just simple After squinting for a while, his mental state did not get a good rest.

  However, she heard Mian Mian's voice between half asleep and half awake, knowing that Mian Mian had been picked up, and she continued to sleep with her eyes closed more at ease.

  I couldn't sleep at this moment, she sat up slowly, and then slowly walked out of the children's room.

  I opened the door and saw that Mianmian was lying on the side of the coffee table to draw. The little girl was just over four years old. She was still a child in a small kindergarten class. The teacher did not teach handwriting, but she usually has some drawing lessons, which Mianmian particularly likes.

When I walked over to see Mianmian, I didn’t know what I was painting, but I was very serious. I raised my eyes to see that Mommy woke up, and then saw the things on Mommy’s neck again. I remembered that Uncle Ji Han said that Mommy was not feeling well and could not be disturbed. Grinned: "Mommy, are you uncomfortable here?"

  Mianmian raised her fingers curiously and pointed to the cervical spine fixation device on Shisu’s neck.

  Shi Su said "um", touched her little head, and at the same time vaguely heard what seemed to be movement in the kitchen, turned around again, and moved slowly towards the kitchen.

I saw a neat and tidy kitchen. The tall and straight figure of Qingjun was standing in front of the stove, cooking a steak in a natural and natural manner. Even in a place as grounded as the kitchen, the silver spatula in his hand is also Shisu’s usual kitchen. Utensils, but there is an inexplicable feeling that this steak is not affordable for ordinary people.

  Smelling this scent from a distance, I also know that it must be very good.

  If he is really the president of the Yujing Group who disappeared from the cliff, the one whose name is Jing Wu, it should be impossible to cook steak...

  Shi Su suddenly shouted: "Ji Han."

  Jing Jihan only glanced at her sideways, then retracted his gaze, and turned the steak in front of him.

Shi Su pestered in front of the kitchen for a while, seeing that he didn't mean to take care of himself, it seemed boring to think about it. People kindly helped her daughter make dinner, and she was still thinking about it and calling him. To verify his sensitivity to this name.

  But it seems that Ji Han’s name does not seem to be fake. When he turned his eyes to look at her just now, he instinctively reflected his name without any deliberate attention.

  That's weird.

  Shi Su helped the huge thing on his neck and walked back to Mianmian awkwardly to see her painting.

  Jing Jihan stood in the kitchen, slowly squeezing his eyebrows.

  When he was still studying in the United States many years ago, he did not accept the people sent by the Jing family to take care of him. He occasionally had free time and would cook by himself in an apartment abroad.

  Time flies. So many years have passed. After returning to China to take over the company, flying to different countries and cities every three times, the piles of projects, frequent meetings and the densely packed itinerary that the president visits to inspect, there is no such free time.

  It was the first time to cook in person in the past few years after returning to China. It turned out to be to feed a four-year-old girl.

  The sound of Shi Su and Shi Mianmian's mother and daughter quarreling again came from outside.

   "Shi Mianmian, what exactly are you painting?"

   "I drew you~"

  Shi Su was shocked: "This monster with feet on its head and a bunch of messy flowers on its body is me?! Where is this like me?"

  "This is not a foot, Mommy, this is hair!"

  "Bah, whose hair only grows two? It's still up like this? Curse your old mother, I'm young and bald, right?"

   "Oh oh, let me paint a few more!" Mianmian quickly patched up a few hairs for Mommy in special cooperation, and then dotted the bottom with a pink watercolor brush.

  Shi Su looked at the corners of his mouth twitching: "What the **** is this again?"

  "This is the bow I put on mommy's hair~"

  Shisu: "...It looks like Tianshan child grandmother has acne on her scalp."

Shi Mianmian pouted her mouth at the tasteless mummy, and covered the painting to stop showing her. Shi Su still insisted on seeing it. Mianmian quickly hugged her painting and got up, ran to the kitchen and held the painting to Jing Ji. Han: "Uncle, do you think the mommy I painted looks good?"

  (End of this chapter)