I am the True Ancestor

When Jin Zhengzhong came to his senses, Mrs. Zhang was hugging him and crying, and his professional instinct made him pat Mrs. Zhang, and comforted him in a deep tone: "I think Xiaoqian is gone, Qian's mother, don't be too sad, what else, I'll ask her to come up next time and talk about it." "

Sister Jin also nodded, patted Mrs. Zhang's hand and comforted: "Yes, don't be too sad..."

"Let's go."

Chu Heng got up, looked at Guo Tianyou and said, "Don't be too anxious, we still have six days to solve the case, what we have to worry about is whether the murderer caught in the end is a person." "

What the?

Besides, Tianyou's expression changed, and he seemed to have thought of something, glanced at Jin Zhengzhong and the others, and then walked out with Chu Heng.

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"Mommy, do you think I'm wearing this dress?"

Wang Zhenzhen held a plain shirt in her hand and compared it to her body, Chu Heng would come to their house as a guest at night, Wang Zhenzhen also wanted to dress more beautifully, so that the man's eyes would shine.

The shirt on her hand is fresh and elegant, which is indeed good, and the only drawback is that it is a little outdated.

Although Ouyang Jiajia is in her forties, her dressing taste is extremely high, a simple dress can be matched by her with a different mature charm, seeing the shirt in Wang Zhenzhen's hand, she couldn't help frowning.

"Zhenzhen, why do you always wear a few clothes?"

Wang Zhenzhen pinned her long hair behind her ears, flattened her mouth and said, "I like it, isn't it good-looking?" "

Ouyang Jiajia was a little helpless, and a little hated that iron could not become steel, "People go to Japan to buy a lot of clothes and come back, but you don't buy anything, I knew that I would accompany you to buy a few more pieces and come back." "

"But I have a lot of clothes, and Japanese clothes are too expensive..."

"What about more?" Ouyang Jiajia sighed, only felt that her daughter was so beautiful, but she didn't know how to dress herself, she picked up a magazine on the table, pointed to the coat on it and said: "Look at this dress, how beautiful it is, if you wear it in front of Ah Heng, he will definitely be fascinated by you!" "

Hearing this, Wang Zhenzhen's eyes lit up slightly, looked at the intellectual and ladylike blue coat on it, and pursed her lips, "Is it really good-looking?" "

Ouyang Jiajia put the magazine in Wang Zhenzhen's arm, and said helplessly: "Don't believe it, you go and ask Ah Ping to make one for you, the boys will definitely like it." "

After speaking, Ouyang Jiajia turned around and went to clean up the bed.

Wang Zhenzhen was holding the magazine, obviously the corners of her lips were curled, but she said awkwardly: "Actually, I can't wear many beautiful clothes in school..."

Seeing that Ouyang Jiajia didn't pay attention, Wang Zhenzhen pushed her glasses as she spoke, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she walked out holding the magazine.

Ouyang Jiajia turned around, only to see the back of Wang Zhenzhen leaving, and shook his head funny: "You still say you don't like it?" "

Wang Zhenzhen held the magazine in her arms and rang the doorbell of Ah Ping's house, thinking of the appearance of standing in front of Chu Heng in the clothes on the magazine, her face still had a little expectation.

After a while, the door opened from the inside.

Ah Ping's face was a little ugly, but the moment he saw Zhenzhen, an unexpected smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Zhenzhen?"

"Brother Ping, I want to ask you to help me make clothes." Wang Zhenzhen stood outside the iron gate and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Ah Ping hurriedly opened the iron door, rubbed his wet hands on the edge of his pants, nodded and smiled: "Please come in." "

Wang Zhenzhen walked into the living room, Ah Ping touched the back of his head a little restrained and shy, looked at Wang Zhenzhen and said, "You want to make clothes, Zhenzhen, you don't seem to have asked me to make clothes for a long time." "

"You're blaming me for not looking for you to make clothes for so long, right?"

Wang Zhenzhen playfully quipped, Ah Ping quickly shook his head and denied: "No! "

Then he seemed to feel that his reaction was a bit big, and coughed lightly before asking, "What clothes do you want to make?" "

Wang Zhenzhen didn't notice that Ah Ping's tone was wrong, opened the magazine, and pointed to the blue coat that Ouyang Jiajia said before, "I want to make this." "

Ah Ping glanced at the picture, then looked at Wang Zhenzhen and asked, "What color do you want?" "

"Hmm... Blue, what about the material, please help me choose. Wang Zhenzhen smiled and looked at Ah Ping and said.

Ah Ping nodded again and again, revealing a simple smile, "Okay, I'll help you choose a good piece of ingredients." "

"Zhenzhen, is it Zhenzhen?"

Some old voices suddenly sounded, and I saw a rickety shadow appear in the dark doorway.

"Ping's mother?" Zhenzhen heard Ping's mother's voice, turned her head to look at the figure and smiled.

Ah Ping turned his head a little panicked, frowned lightly and said, "Mom! "

Ping's mother didn't pay attention to Ah Ping, she looked at Wang Zhenzhen with a kind smile, and asked, "You came to Ah Ping to make clothes?" "

Wang Zhenzhen nodded, it was always a well-behaved gesture in front of the elders, "Yes." "

Ah Ping was a little anxious, stepped forward, looked at Ping's mother and whispered, "Mom, it's not early, go to sleep." "

Wang Zhenzhen looked at Ping's mother standing at the door, only to feel that the old man's face was unusually pale, his eyes were cloudy, and his movements were a little stiff when he spoke.