Chapter 33: Chapter 33:

In the infusion area, there was a lot of noise, the crying of children, and

the coughing of the elderly.

At this moment, in the corner position, the two matching figures are entangled

with each other.

"Tangtang, you are very happy." Mo Huai said affirmatively.

Helped him adjust the speed of the drip, and then gently brushed the messy

black hair on his forehead, Ning Mitang suddenly laughed, her dark and bright

eyes full of smiles, "Well, I'm very happy. "

Qing Ling's voice lost her former calm, and she laughed happily, "A Huai, you

have a heartbeat."

Mo Huai blinked, and his body was still hot against the girl, and his face was

also stained with a smile, "Yes." Another big hand that can only move around

Ning Mitang's slender waist, hugged her in. In his arms, he rubbed her

forehead with his chin, and his voice was low, "Tangtang, I am also very

happy." He was happy because of Tangtang's happiness.

It was just a guess at the time, and I didn't expect the surprise to come so

quickly.

Ning Mitang lifted her head happily and pressed her face to his chin, as if

sighing, or as if whispering: "Ahuai, you really come alive."

The skin of the girl's forehead is delicate and smooth, touching it, and she

can feel her cool touch. Mo Huai couldn't help being so greasy, his dark eyes

seemed to be coated with a layer of water, black and shiny, moist and

scorching.

"Tangtang." He was a little shy, leaned close to her ear, and said in a low

voice, "Will I...will I be able to make friends with you in the future?"

Ning Mitang's ears became hot, and the man's hot breath sprayed on the base of

her ears, causing the soft hairs on her skin to stand up. She blushed, "I have

been affectionate before." She replied quietly.

Mo Huai’s lips were raised high, and the dimples on his face were faintly

visible. He was very embarrassed, "I'm talking about further intimacy." After

a pause, his shameful words directly said: "Tangtang, we In the future, it

will be perfect."

Ning Mitang: "..."

"Huh!" Her face turned red immediately.

I don't know if the potion has worked, Mo Huai's body has recovered as before.

He didn't ask for leave anymore, he went to work directly. At this time, Ning

Mitang, who was alone in the apartment, remembered going to the hospital to

visit her old woman.

The old woman lived in a general ward, and when Ning Mitang entered the ward,

she just woke up.

"Mother, how is your health?"

Ning Mitang put the fruits she just bought on the cabinet next to her. She

picked some soft-tasting fruits that were easy for the elderly to eat.

"You are..." The old woman looked at Ning Mitang for a while with fuzzy eyes,

and then asked: "Little girl, you saved me that day?" After she woke up, she

heard that she was a young man. The girl called someone to save her.

"Well, I just ran into it that day." Ning Mitang sat on the chair next to the

bed, "Do you feel better?"

The old woman stretched out her wrinkled and dark-spotted hand and shook Ning

Mitang's. She was a little excited, "Little girl, thank you so much. If it

weren't for you, I might not have been there that day..... "The corners of her

wrinkled eyes burst into tears.

"Mother-in-law, don't say that, no matter who encounters such a thing, he will

help."

Ning Mitang remembered the scene when she was yelling for help that day, and

no one was willing to reach out to help. She also thought that she was

following the old woman at the time. When she first wanted to save her, she

was selfish.

She wanted to prove her conjecture that her blood could turn Mo Huai back into

a normal person.

Therefore, she cannot afford the gratitude of the old woman.

The old woman wiped the corner of her eyes, "Strangers are willing to save

people, my incompetent son...I wish I could die." Thinking of the sad thing,

tears spattered from the corner of her eyes.

Ning Mitang pulled a tissue and handed it to her, "Mother-in-law, don't be too

sad."

At this time, the door was knocked several times and then opened, and a tall

figure appeared in front of the door.

The old woman's gaze crossed Ning Mitang, and she looked over, her wrinkled

face instantly smiled, "Officer Joe, you are here again."

Obviously, in the familiar tone of the old woman, it can be seen that Qiao

Ziyan has visited quite a lot in the past few days.

"Officer Qiao." Ning Mitang said hello with a slight smile on her lips,

withdrawing her dazed expression.

Qiao Ziyan was wearing black casual clothes, and his whole body exuded a hard

and cold breath. He glanced at the girl next to the bed with dark eyes, and

replied politely: "Miss Ning." He walked over and looked at the contents of

the medical record book hanging at the end of the bed, knowing that the old

woman's condition was fair. it is good.

"Officer Joe knows this little girl?" The old woman temporarily forgot her

grief.

Qiao Ziyan raised his eyes and glanced at Ning Mitang again. At this time, his

tough outline was a little soft, and his voice seemed to come from his nose,

"Yes."

When someone visits and chats with her, the old woman's mood has cleared up,

and there is a smile on her wrinkled face, she smiled and squinted.

For a while, the atmosphere in the ward was very good.

I don't know how long it took. The old woman was already tired. In order not

to disturb her rest, Ning Mitang and Qiao Ziyan didn't sit for a long time,

and soon walked out of the ward.

"Officer Joe often visits old women?"

Standing in front of the elevator, Ning Mitang asked curiously. Even though he

has not known each other recently, it is enough to tell that Qiao Ziyan is a

cold-hearted person.

"I passed by during errands. I will come and take a look." Qiao Ziyan held

down the elevator and let the girl walk in first.

After the elevator door closed, he continued: "Her son caught it, but she

didn't admit that it was injured by his son, so she could only let it go." The

voice was as cold as ever.

Hearing this, Ning Mitang was not surprised. From the reaction of the old

woman's neighbors, it can be seen that it should be common for his son to beat

and scold her, so everyone seemed indifferent. As long as the old woman

insists that her son did not beat her, the police can do nothing.

"Where to go, I will drive you."

Qiao Ziyan asked when he went out to the entrance of the hospital.

Compared with the jerky last time, this time it's much smoother.

Ning Mitang shook her head and refused, "No, thank you."

Then, she hesitated for a while before speaking slowly, "Last time you told

me, Liang Yanting's case was found to be drugged and the clue was cut off."

After a little hesitation, she continued: "I wonder if you have found one. A

girl with red acne on her face?"

Qiao Ziyan's narrow black eyes half-squinted, "Are you referring to Liang

Yanting's roommate Huang Min?"

"roommate?"

Ning Mitang was slightly surprised, and knew the deceased Liang Yanting, so

she was even more sure that Huang Min was the murderer.

"what have you found?"

Qiao Ziyan's black eyes wrapped his hands around his chest, he fixedly looked

at her, waiting for her answer.

"If I say Huang Min was the murderer of Liang Yanting, Officer Qiao, would you

believe it?" Ning Mitang felt that Qiao Ziyan was a responsible policeman who

was worthy of trust in the last time he reached out to help rescue the old

woman.

A dim light of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Qiao Ziyan raised his dark

eyebrows, "Where is the evidence?"

"I don't have any evidence." She also knew that her words were unconvincing.

"Take it as my instinct."

She glanced at Qiao Ziyan, who looked unclear, and continued: "I just told

Officer Qiao about the direction of your investigation. As for whether you

believe it or not, you can decide for yourself." She smiled lightly and said,

"That's all I want to say. There is something else, let’s go first."

Telling him the real murderer is not only to let the murderer be punished by

law, but also to thank him for reaching out to save people. To a certain

extent, she thanked him because he indirectly helped Mo Huai become a normal

person.

While Qiao Ziyan stood there, he was lost in thought as he watched the girl's

slender figure walking away.

......

This time the moving company took over the business of an antique shop owner.

Except for the large display racks and some other furniture, the moving goods

were all very valuable antiques. In addition, the customers were important

people. Therefore, this time the owner More people were dispatched than usual,

and he himself came to the scene to supervise.

"Be careful. Be careful when packing. Don't scratch or damage it, or you won't

be able to pay up to your salary for ten years." Guo Dayong stood by and

supervised and directed his forehead nervously in the cold winter. All

sweating.

After drinking his subordinates, Guo Dayong wiped his sweat. He turned around,

with a big belly, and came to the old man sitting on the chair beside him,

with the flesh of his cheeks hanging down, he smiled flatteringly, "Old Yu, do

you really need to avoid it?"

The old man was dressed in a dark brown Tang suit with bamboo embroidery, his

hair was white, he was about sixty years old, and his complexion was very

good. His eyes were piercing, "Why, I'm sitting here to hinder you?"

"No, no." Guo Dayong smiled so that his eyes narrowed into a line, "I'm not

afraid that the small group of eyes do not have long eyes and accidentally

bump into you old man."

Yu Lao glanced at Guo Dayong with his profound eyes and slowly said, "I am not

that delicate and expensive."

"Hehe, Yu Lao, stop joking about your old man." Guo Dayong smiled stiffly, "I

can't afford your old man's hair loss."

Even if Yu Lao handed over the rights of the Yu family, his own worth and

title were enough to make everyone above him have scruples. He is a little

long-winded, and he is kneeling in front of his old man. Thinking of this, Guo

Dayong forced another smirk abruptly.

Yu Lao stopped paying attention to Guo Dayong, who was getting lower and lower

waist. He poured himself a cup of tea. As the white smoke rose, the tea

fragrance curled out, fresh and good smell, the tea color in the purple sand

cup was beautiful. Know it is the best collection.

Guo Dayong sipped his lips and was a little thirsty. In order to get rid of

the image of a nouveau riche, he had studied tea for a period of time. Of

course, he knew that the good things in the old cup were good, and his eyes

were greedy.

Yu Lao didn't mean to invite Guo Dayong in the slightest. He slowly tasted the

tea, which was very uncomfortable.

"You actually broke the painting!"

"Go, I'm going to tell the boss."

"It wasn't that he broke it. When it was opened, the painting was already

broken."

......

When Guo Dayong saw Yu Lao frown, he hurriedly stopped shouting at the porter

inside: "Well, what are you arguing? Shut me up!" He turned his head, bent his

waist, and smiled enthusiastically. "Lao Yu, I'll go and see what happened to

those boys."

Yu Lao's expression was calm, "Go ahead."

Walking in, Guo Dayong saw the porters stopped and formed a circle. He didn't

know what they were looking at. "Why, why, don't you need to work? Stopped all

of them, rebellion?" He angrily said. Screamed loudly.

"Brother Yong, look." The leader Shi Zhu pointed to the painting that Mo Huai

had torn in his hand, "Mo Huai broke the painting."

Guo Dayong looked unbelievable. He looked at the damaged painting on Mo Huai

in horror, stretched out his fat and thick fingers and pointed at Mo Huai,

"You..."

Cao Yang hurriedly stepped forward and explained, "Brother Yong, it is not.

When Brother Huai picked up this painting, it was already broken. It's nothing

to do with Brother Huai."

Cao Yang glared deeply, and said: "You are talking nonsense, I clearly saw Mo

Huai tearing the painting, you have a good relationship with him, don't want

to protect him."

"You are nonsense!" Cao Yang retorted.

"Stop!" Guo Dayong yelled to stop him, his belly trembling with anger, his

small squeezed eyes full of anger, "Mo Huai, you say it yourself."

The expression in Mo Huai's black eyes holding the painting was unclear. His

face was full of cold expressions, and he responded word by word: "It's not

me."

"Who of you broke my painting?" An angry voice came from behind.

Guo Dayong turned his head in panic and saw Yu Laoyan's face full of anger. He

suddenly weakened his legs and pointed his fingers weakly at Mo Huai, "It's

him."