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Song Qingcheng looked at him contemptuously, "how can you even know such a hypocritical man like him? I doubt your character. "

"He's from the police department." He still looks the same.

“……” Song Qingcheng was stunned, "what what? Who is he? "

Song Qingcheng only felt that he had heard wrong. How can Lu Youlin's Playboy brother, who seems to be indulgent, have anything to do with the people's police?

Ji Zhengting must be protecting Lu Youlin in order to protect his character.

"If I'm right, it's his credit to detect the improper service in the sweat steam shop." Ji Zhengting also guessed that she must not know the identity of Lu Youlin.

"But he's a regular at the steam shop." Song Qingcheng still can't accept the sudden news.

"He's undercover, too."

“……” Song Qingcheng was confused again. There's a short circuit in the brain. No wonder that Lu Youlin seemed to have something wrong that night and used her as a shield.

At that time, it should be to avoid being suspected.

If it's true, those people should have started to doubt him.

Song Qingcheng glanced at him, really want to doubt whether what he said is true or not, "do you mean that Lu Youlin in order to detect the inside story of the sweat steaming hall, so hide his identity as an undercover?"

"The inside story of the steam house is not important, but the identity of the people who haunt it." Ji Zhengting's words are meaningful.

"Who are those people?" Song Qingcheng is curious.

Ji Zhengting glared at her and said, "you are also a member of the staff. Don't you know that?"

"I'm going to make money, not gossip. I'm not interested in who they are." Song Qingcheng's lack of interest.

"I'm not interested. It's no good." Ji Zhengting didn't plan to talk to her too much.

Song Qingcheng thought that he would tell himself, but he didn't mean it at all. She could only ask with a thick face: "then can you tell me what the identities of those people are?"

Ji Zhengting pursed his lips and hesitated to tell her. If you don't tell her, you don't want her to be ugly. If you tell her, you can at least let her learn some social common sense from it.

"Officialdom." Ji Zhengting only gave her two words in the end.

Song Qingcheng was shocked.

She suddenly remembered that someone seemed to have said that some of Lu Youlin's gang were officials. It seemed that they really involved officials.

"Well, now that the matter is clear, can I go to school now?" Song Qingcheng was not interested in this kind of thing, and it was not something he could deal with, so he was still thinking about his lessons.

"Who said that?" Ji Zhengting's face was heavy.

"What's not clear?" Song Qingcheng was a little impatient.

"What's your relationship with Lu Youlin?" He cares about that.

Song Qingcheng looked distressed, "what can I have to do with him? At most, it's just a customer relationship. "

"Customer relations, even rooms?" He obviously didn't believe it, and he didn't look good all the time.

"I said, I was fooled by him. I waited for him in my room for a long time, but I didn't even see a person. " She got angry at the mention of it.

Ji Zhengting listen to her tone, did not wait for people, seems to be quite sorry.

"I've been chasing people, and they've all gone to the room!" He gave a sneer of irony.

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment. Later, she found that her words were easy to be misunderstood, but she didn't intend to explain them, because it was very troublesome to say, "forget it, you can think what you like, anyway, I can't get along with him."

Ji Zhengting was more satisfied with her words. His gloomy face was a little relieved. He continued to tiger his face and said, "don't have any more contact with him in the future."

"I have nothing to do with him. Please don't drag me with him." Song Qingcheng's impression of Lu Youlin is surprising after she was broken last time.

Ji Zhengting's eyes flashed a trace of pleasure, "come down with me to have breakfast."

"I've already had it."

"Have some more with me."

“…… Can I go to school later? " Song Qingcheng said, just realized, why should he show weakness to him?

It's obviously his own business to go to school. He doesn't need to agree at all. Moreover, he takes the opportunity to negotiate with him.

I'm really defeated by you, song Qingcheng!

Ji Zhengting looked at him and said, "it's better to rest at home for two days."

He's still worried!

"Another two days off will be the weekend, so I'll be at home for four days, and I'll suffocate." Song Qingcheng pouts her lips and looks depressed.

Ji Zhengting pursed his lips and said nothing.

"If you really don't trust me, I'll go to school in your car later, OK?" Song Qingcheng takes the opportunity to be charming and cute, and first deceives him and agrees.Ji Zhengting looked at her lively appearance, but did not insist, led her downstairs.

Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, glanced at the hand he held in his hand, and suddenly felt the familiar temperature. The temperature is very wonderful, can get into the bottom of the heart, blood and bone, let people have a kind of unspeakable peace of mind.

……

When they came downstairs, Ji Ling and her stepmother sat at the dining table for breakfast. The mother and daughter seemed to be talking about something, but when they came down together, they immediately shut up.

Ji Ling was scolded last night and asked to hand over her car keys and bank card, so she didn't dare to raise her head.

And the stepmother also learned something about last night from her daughter, and naturally she felt guilty. When Ji Zhengting came, she stood up with a smile on her face and said, "Zhengting, what do you drink? Ma, pour it for you. "

"Mom, you can eat by yourself. I'll do it myself." Ji Zhengting finished with his mother and then asked song Qingcheng, "what would you like to eat?"

"I've just had a bowl of porridge." Song Qingcheng's reply.

"Then have some more milk?" Ji Zhengting asked for her meaning.

Song Qingcheng nodded.

Ji Zhengting poured two glasses of milk into the kitchen to heat it. Song Qingcheng sat down at the table, put on disposable gloves, took a boiled egg from the plate and peeled it in his hand. He completely took the opposite stepmother and Jiling as air.

The stepmother bit her teeth jealously and glared at Song Qingcheng. My son is so big that I'm not willing to ask him, let alone enjoy his son's treatment.

In other words, my son is so old that he is only served by others, but he has never served others. Today, he broke the rule for a Song Dynasty.

Damn fox!