Chapter 1200

But as Pei Qingle guessed, there was no progress in the investigation.

Neither they nor Si Chenyi can find more evidence to find out this matter for the time being, and even if it is defined as an accident, they still can't find those people.

Pei Qingle tried to investigate Gao Zhenzhong's economic situation. However, he found that all recent transfers made by the other party were reasonable. However, if someone was hired and transferred in the name of others, the scope was too wide to find.

The situation has been frozen for a while. Although they have not given up the final investigation, there is really no way to further investigate.

But the good news is that Liao Meixing's ankle recovery is relatively good. After two days in bed, she can barely get out of bed for a walk.

After the investigation, Si Chenyi quickly put himself into the work and began to customize the rules of the Second Bureau.

On that day, Liao Meixing was in a daze in the ward. Zhang's mother was going to make bone soup for her today. It was said that it took 13 hours, so she was not in all morning.

Before, she asked her mother Zhang to take the set of mini Sketchpad and brush that he Quantao had given her before. Now she also drew something on the bed at will, striving to make her hands not so healthy.

"Dong Dong Dong Dong."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the room, Liao Meixing subconsciously looked up, and even though he saw he Quantao coming slowly, he Quantao didn't follow him, but he took a lot of things in his hand.

Liao Meixing's eyes widened in surprise and subconsciously sat upright: "how did you come?"

"Not welcome?" He Quantao still holds things in both hands, but stands in the same place and asks with eyebrows.

"No, no, I'm just a little surprised. Please come in quickly. It's not convenient for me to come down to meet you." Liao Meixing said politely.

In fact, she really did not know how to face he Quantao.

Knowing what he Quantao has done for herself, she can no longer face the competition with her usual heart, but must win.

But the purpose of winning is not for his own future and dream, but to push he Quantao into a place of eternal destruction.

What's more, she looks like this, which is probably done by her husband. So Liao Meixing feels very uncomfortable no matter what she thinks.

Still, she kept smiling.

He Quantao put the things he had brought on the table beside him and said in a low voice, "these are all cakes I made at home. There is little sugar in them. You can try them when you are idle and bored."

"You made it yourself?" Liao Meixing was surprised again.

He Quantao raised eyebrows, opened one of the bags, took out a beautifully packed cake, packed it in an antique cardboard box, and asked, "would you like to try it?"

Although the cake is small, it has everything, especially the red and red strawberries. I want to taste it quickly. So Liao Meixing immediately nodded, and her eyes were eager.

He Quantao gave a faint smile, put the cake on Liao Meixing's hand, looked at the other side carefully bit a bit, asked: "how does it taste?"

"Delicious!" Pei Qingle can't wait to nod, her eyes show a surprise look, her look is not exaggerated, he Quantao's cake can be regarded as the most delicious she has ever eaten, not only soft taste, but also not sweet and greasy, even the cream she does not like becomes very delicious.

"Did you really make it?" Liao Meixing asked in disbelief.

He Quantao looked at her: "do you think I will cheat you?"

"I don't mean that. I just don't think you look like this." Liao Meixing said hesitantly.

"What am I like in your heart?" He Quantao asked in a soft voice and immediately came to be interested.

Liao Mei Xing tilted her head and thought for a while and said, "a complicated person, and you look like you care about your hands. Your fingers are absolutely free from Yang Chun and water. That's why I didn't expect that you would make the cake yourself and make it so delicious. "

He Quantao picked his eyebrows and showed a smile. After a while, he said softly, "because my daughter liked to eat cakes when she was a child."

"He Fangshuang?" Liao Meixing's interest suddenly reduced by half. She couldn't like he Fangshuang, so she didn't want to listen to her story.

And the mouth of the cake immediately changed the taste, always some do not know how to eat.

He Quantao's voice became soft, and his frown was relieved, and the expression on his face was gentle: "it's not her, it's my other daughter."

The other one?

Liao Meixing immediately sat up straight, staring at he Quantao.

It was really...

she took a deep breath, and her expression immediately became serious. This daughter she had heard from mother Zhang before. She heard that her early death had become a wound that he Quantao could never avoid.Now suddenly listen to he Quantao mention, let her suddenly do not know how to deal with.

"Have you heard that?" He Quantao saw her expression and immediately understood what was going on.

Liao Meixing thought about it and nodded: "I heard it before, but I didn't mean to inquire. Sorry, Mr. He. "

"What's so embarrassing about that? It's not a secret. " He Quantao's response was very calm and said in a low voice: "at the beginning, I was also very sensitive. I saw that girls her age were going crazy in the street, and I didn't dare to hear anyone mention it. It's just that after so many years, I know she's gone. No matter how contradictory or resentful I am, she can't come back. "

Although he Quantao's voice did not fluctuate and even looked flat on her face, Liao Meixing felt unprecedented sadness from her body, which made her an outsider feel heartache.

Liao Meixing had to change the subject and asked in a soft voice, "you just said that the cake is made for her. Does she like it very much?"

"Yes, I like it very much." He Quantao gave a gentle smile and mentioned his daughter, and the depressing look on his face immediately disappeared: "she doesn't like sugar, but also likes the soft taste of cake. So for her, I learned to make cakes myself. In fact, you are right. I care about my hands very much. Besides painting, I almost do nothing. But for her, I have learned how to make cakes

He Quantao said, and his voice began to decrease gradually: "the day she left...

the day she left