Chapter 17 Chapter 16 Underage Do Not Drink Alcohol

The next morning, I clung to the bed like a sheep and a tiger, enjoying a wild sleep. I dreamed of Gao Qian, in the dream she asked a strange question, I said I didn’t know, and she said angrily, “How could I not know!” Even in the dream, it is still quite scary to lose her temper; but knowing it is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, she asked me to guess her mind, and I can only answer that I don't know.Who knows that she started to make trouble out of no reason: "It's your duty to see through my thoughts!" I asked her why it was her duty, and she threatened me with some unclear words: "If you can't see through my thoughts, I won't I just have to make up an answer? Do you want to embarrass me?" I complained so much that I could only make up an answer; although she showed satisfaction for a while, she immediately asked the old question again, and then repeated the above situation again and again.

I was terrified, confused, and agitated; it was a bewildering, exhausting dream that should be classified as a nightmare! While I was groaning under the quilt, the local morning papers published the following: The next day and evening, the police visited Senior Piao Pao.They saw the senior's note left by the boss, and followed the above contact information to ask questions. Gao Qian, Xiao Tu and I were also summoned. At that time, I learned that the truth of the case was roughly as I thought, but after all, I did not express my hypothesis again in front of the seniors and Xiaotu; it was not because I was humble that I kept silent, but because I didn't have the opportunity to say it.Well, it doesn't matter anyway.

"Hmph, so that sinister man wearing sunglasses is a villain!" The senior Piaopao, who knew the ins and outs, was not filled with righteous indignation, but rather regretful. "In this way, Gao Qian's 'offensive and defensive battle between Weng and son-in-law over grandson's education' is wrong." "The reality is very cruel." Xiaotu sighed with deep empathy. "Fortunately, I still think that assumption must be correct!" "Okay, what does it matter?" Gao Qian himself shrugged at me, with a sense of accomplice in his mischievous eyes. "That kind of thing is like beer foam."