The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

Aunt Zhang stood in the room at a loss. She felt that the host's eyes looked at her without temperature. Even master Qi, who had smiled at her before, had no expression on her face.

CEN Qiusheng stood up, looked at Sister Zhang in handcuffs and walked out without saying a word. The third brother Cen and his wife were left in the house with Qi yancen Baihe. The policeman standing at the door looked at the cen family with a bad face and couldn't help but sympathize with them. Last night, the cen family specially called them to help pay attention to a missing person named Sun long. Today, they found that sun long's mother planned to kidnap their children.

Anyone who encounters such a thing has to be disgusted. The cen family is kind enough not to let Sister Zhang suffer through power.

"I, I have no way," Aunt Zhang's lips kept shaking. "My child is in their hands. If I don't agree, they will kill him."

"Have you ever thought about what will happen if you fall into the hands of these people?"

"You are so rich and know so many big people that you can certainly save Tuan Tuan, but Bruce Lee is different. If I don't care about him, he will die." Aunt Zhang cried, "I can't help it, I'm sorry..."

"You don't have to say sorry. These three words are as light as a feather. Our Cen family can't afford it," brother Cen said coldly. "You're trying to kidnap now. You can judge it as the law should. Our Cen family won't interfere, but we won't plead for you."

"San Shao," Aunt Zhang knelt in front of them, "please let me go. What can Bruce Lee do without me?"

"You are involved in a criminal case. What does it matter to us that we can't let you go?" brother Cen's expression is colder. "After you receive the threat information from the kidnappers, what you should do is to call the police instead of changing our Cen family children for your son."

"But my son has been missing for so long and the police haven't found him. What's the use of calling the police?" Aunt Zhang said excitedly. "If I don't give them Tuan Tuan, they will tear up the ticket. I can't afford to bet! I know I'm sorry for you, but I have no other choice."

"Since you have no other choice, we have no other choice," Qi Yan, who has not opened his mouth, couldn't bear it. "As a mother, you have to hurt another mother's child. It's nothing more than selfishness to say so many reasons. We are not interested in your hardship and your pain. You don't have to say it again."

"Mr. Qi," Aunt Zhang murmured when she saw that even Qi Yan who had helped her said so. She suddenly looked pale. "Why don't you want to help me? Why?"

Qi Yan saw a lot of emotions in her. The most is not guilt, but hatred and unwillingness. He looked away without expression. He was glad that he didn't tell her the truth that sun long had died last night. Because she not only won't believe it, but also hates his nonsense. By this morning, she will still choose to take Tuan Tuan away.

It's strange that Zhang is usually gentle and kind, but when it comes to herself, she will become infinitely selfish, so that she can ignore the law and everything.

"We have nothing to say to her," Cen Baihe said to the two policemen guarding the house, "take her away."

"Captain, we found a body in an abandoned old building. The time of death was 10 to 15 days ago," a policeman pushed the door in. He looked at Aunt Zhang sympathetically. "Through the DNA comparison on the dead, we have determined that the dead was Sun long who reported missing some time ago."

"What are you talking about?!" Aunt Zhang grabbed the policeman's clothes crazy. "What are you talking about?"

No one expected that a woman in handcuffs should have such great strength. Her eyes were torn, and she looked like a ghost climbing out of hell. "How could our little dragon die? Are you deliberately lying to me? Obviously, those people contacted me last night and said that as long as they brought a Cen family to them, they could release our little dragon."

"No way! You're all lying to me!"

She turned her head with red eyes and stared at the cen family angrily, "are you letting these policemen lie to me?!"

The cen family didn't answer her.

Aunt Zhang loosened the policeman she caught and staggered for a few steps. She was so sad that she couldn't even shed a tear. She just felt empty at the bottom of her heart. The whole person seemed to step on cotton, which was not true at all. She stared at Qi Yan and said hoarsely for a long time, "did you know it long ago?"

That's why his expression was so ugly last night that he told her he didn't find it.

"Now that you already know, why didn't you tell me earlier?!" after she yelled this sentence, tears burst into her eyes, "why did you lie to me?"

"I said you would believe it?" Qi Yan asked, "I said you wouldn't try to kidnap Tuan Tuan?"

Aunt Zhang didn't answer Qi Yan's question. She covered her face with her hand and began to cry, breaking her heart and hoarse.

Qi Yan got up from his chair, no longer looked at Aunt Zhang, walked past Aunt Zhang and left the room. CEN Baihe followed up. Although Qian Qian's expression was as usual, he could feel that Qian Qian was in a bad mood.

"Money."

Qi Yan looked back at Cen Baihe who had caught up with him and slowed down his steps: "what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing in there?" Cen Baihe walked up to him. "If elder brother and sister-in-law were here today, Sister Zhang would jump up with anger if she said that."

Qi Yan barely hooked his lips: "yes, I feel angry when I hear these words, not to mention Tuan Tuan's parents."

"Are you unhappy?" Cen Baihe hesitated and asked what he wanted to say.

"No," Qi Yan shook his head, "just feel that some parents are willing to give everything for their children, while some parents don't take their children as one thing. It can be seen that reincarnation is really a technical job."

CEN Baihe suddenly remembered Qian Qian's life experience and patted him on the back: "don't think too much."

Qi Yan smiled. They went downstairs and sat down in the pavilion in the small garden. Qi Yan held his cheek with one hand: "do you know why my surname is Qi?"

This question reminded Cen Baihe of the illusion he saw in the heaven worship array, the children picked up from the garbage, and the words of the green robed Taoist priest.

At that time, the Taoist seemed to say that it was a miracle that he could live in such cold weather?

"My master said that when he picked me up, I was lying naked in a garbage dump, purple with cold, hoarse with crying and flat with hunger. As a result, I survived," Qi Yan was still a little dissatisfied with his non domineering name. "He said that my life was a miracle, so he gave me his surname Qi."

Speaking of this, Qi Yan was quite speechless, "I should really thank him for not giving me my last name, garbage dump or something."

CEN Baihe's expression was a little subtle.

"What are you thinking?" Qi Yan stared at him.

"Nothing." Cen Baihe shook his head seriously.

"Do you think I will believe you?" Qi Yan squinted. "Are you secretly laughing at my name?"

"Your name sounds so good. Why should you laugh?" Cen Baihe coughed. "Your last name is so good. Don't worry about having the same name as Zhao qiansun, Li Wang, Ma TangSun and so on. You say it has more personality." of course, it's funny if you call it garbage Yan, garbage Yan and duiyan.

Qi Yan looked at Cen Baihe's face for several times before giving up the problem. Recently, he can't see Baihe's face clearly, just as he can't understand master's face. Master once told him that anyone's life in their business can be counted, except those who are particularly close to them.

When he first met Cen Baihe, he could see Cen Baihe's face clearly. Now he can't touch it. The only thing he can see is the strong purple Qi and glittering merit on the other party.

He thought that only his own life and master's life could not be counted. He didn't expect another one now.

"Cut," Qi Yan despised such hypocritical words. He looked up at the sky and suddenly said, "it's going to rain at night."

"Hmm?" Cen Baihe looked at the bright sun in the sky, but he had no doubt about what Qi Yan said.

"You're not going to the company today?"

"I'll go with you after lunch," Cen Baihe looked at Qi Yan's injured arm. "You should avoid eating at noon and don't eat everything."

Qi Yan hugged his head: "I know, father Baihe."

CEN Baihe almost didn't come up at one breath. After staring at Qi Yan for a long time, he said, "should I call you Yao er?"

Qi Yan:

Baihe is becoming less and less fun now, and Yao'er or something is really too ashamed. A classmate in his university came from Sichuan Province. The remark he gave his girlfriend on his mobile phone was "Yao'er". It is said that some couples in Sichuan Province call them lovers when they joke.

But looking at Bai He's serious, he should not know this little habit. He coughed, "forget it, I won't make trouble with you."

CEN Baihe: No, you can still make trouble, especially at some time in the future. It's good to call him father.

When he finally had dinner, the dishes in front of Qi Yan were all light, which was good for the wound. He pulled down two bowls of rice and drank a bowl of soup. He felt that his appetite was terrible today.

"Don't go out this afternoon," Cen Baihe said to Qi Yan while wearing his coat. "If someone wants you, let them come home. Don't go out directly."

"HMM." Qi Yan nodded obediently and sat on the sofa flipping through the magazine.

"Call me if you have something," Cen Baihe went to the door and looked back at Qi Yan, who was languid on the sofa. "Don't eat disorderly. I've told the people in the kitchen that I can't make heavy snacks for you."

Qi Yan knew that Cen Baihe cared about himself, so he could only nod his head obediently, but he still owed his mouth and said, "I know, father Baihe, go to work."

CEN Baihe didn't get angry but smiled. His good-looking eyes scanned Qi Yan's face, and then he went out of the door with a strange smile.

Qi Yan touched his face and felt as if there was something strange.

Brother Cen, who was standing at the corner of the stairs, heard their conversation clearly. He always felt as if something cold had patted him on the face.

Master Qi, it's too late. Which good friends get along like this?