"Make a price and give me the piece of paper left by Song Jianghe."

It's Wen Yingxue.

The wind picked up, swaying a branch, and snowflakes fell, splashing on the ground. Scattered snowflakes fell on Mo Qing's shoes.

"I don't know what you are talking about." The voice that replied was very familiar, it was Jingsu.

"Besides money, everything else is fine. Fame, power, good schools, escaping from family..."

Wen Yingxue's voice was very steady, and she laid out the conditions in a leisurely manner, each one more tempting than the last. She had done her homework well and understood all of Jingsu's difficulties.

"Wait a minute." Jingsu interrupted her.

Wen Yingxue stopped talking.

"You're a very good-looking person, but you have a really bad heart." Jingsu said with a hint of disdain in his voice, "I don't know what the paper is, you've found the wrong person."

Wen Yingxue said calmly: "You can think about it again."

Jingsu said arrogantly: "No need."

After a while, footsteps were heard on the nearby gravel road.

Jingsu put his backpack on his shoulders, bent down slightly, passed under a branch flying at an angle, and slowly walked towards the avenue.

He turned his head, saw Mo Qing, and frowned.

After that, Jing Su glanced back and saw Wen Yingxue leaving from another road, and her back had long since disappeared.

He looked at Mo Qing again and hesitated: "Didn't you hear that?"

Mo Qing said: "Unfortunately, I have good hearing."

"..."

Jingsu cursed secretly in his mind.

For a moment, Jing Su drooped his eyebrows and warned: "It has nothing to do with you, don't let Song Yiyuan get involved."

Mo Qing added: "Unfortunately, it has something to do with it."

Jingsu was puzzled: "What does it have to do with you?"

"You happen to know the twenty-one processes." Mo Qing analyzed, "I guess you have a piece of paper in your hand, left by Song Jianghe, but you don't know what it is. After hearing the legend of the prescription, you started looking for the process to test. It's

?”

"..."

Jingsu's eyes became colder little by little.

"I'll also give you a choice. Come to me after you've made up your mind." Mo Qing finished speaking slowly, carrying her bag, walking past Jing Su and walking towards the teaching building.

Her hair was fluttering and dancing wildly in Jingsu's peripheral vision.

Jing Su turned around suddenly, looking at Mo Qing's back, he couldn't help but tighten his cheeks.

——Jiang Qiyi is absolutely right. These two transfer students have abnormal backgrounds.

*

After school, Mo Qing got into Peng Zhong's car as usual.

She felt something was wrong.

Peng Zhong always talked little, and sometimes he could go without saying a word, like a driver's tool. It was the same today, Peng Zhong didn't say much, but sometimes he looked at Mo Qing, and there was something wrong with his eyes.

Mo Qing noticed it, but didn't worry about it.

Her cell phone suddenly vibrated. It was Goblin calling.

She answered: "What's the matter?"

"That new task has one more line." Goblin knew that Mo Qing didn't like to listen to nonsense, so he spoke concisely.

"What?"

"They are two names. Jingsu and Song Jianghe." Goblin said, "I checked and found that Song Jianghe was a Chinese teacher at the No. 1 High School, but he suddenly resigned two years ago. Song Yiyuan was the one who took his place.

.Jingsu is a student in your seventh class, a repeat student, and was a student of Song Jianghe before."

Mo Qing was not too surprised.

Everything now revolves around Song Jianghe, Jingsu, and the prescription.

After pondering for a moment, Mo Qing asked: "What's the story between Song Jianghe and Jingsu?"

"I don't understand this yet." Seeing her interest, Goblin hurriedly said, "If you want to know, I'll go investigate."

"Um."

Mo Qing responded calmly.

That gesture was like Goblin's leadership.

And Gobling enjoyed it like a cake.

After hanging up the phone, Mo Qing glanced at the rearview mirror again and saw the strange look in Peng Zhong's eyes. She frowned slightly and paused for a moment, but didn't say anything after all.

Back at Jiang Ke's house, as soon as Mo Qing walked to the front yard, he understood why Peng Zhong was "hesitating to speak" many times.

The two snowmen she built early in the morning were gone.

The snow in the courtyard was still there, but the two snowmen disappeared out of thin air. It was obviously not melting naturally, but someone deliberately did it.

Mo Qing frowned and walked into the house.

Peng Ren appeared like lightning and greeted Mo Qing: "Miss Mo."

"Where's the snowman?" Mo Qing said in a cool tone.

"Huh -" Peng Ren pretended to be surprised. When he looked into the courtyard, he seemed to realize that the snowman was gone. He was even more shocked than Mo Qing. "Why is the snowman missing? Maybe it melted."

The acting was extremely artificial.

"It's okay, Miss Mo. Let's build it again when it snows in two days." Peng Ren put on a friendly smile and said nonchalantly, "I'll help you build a better one then."

Mo Qing didn't listen to his interest in continuing the drill and asked directly: "Where is Jiang Ke?"

"ah?"

Peng Ren froze, and his eyes naturally glanced upstairs.

Mo Qing didn't waste any more time and went straight upstairs with a full body of evil aura.

Peng Ren shivered and couldn't help but rub his arms.

"Where are the people?" Peng Zhong walked slowly through the door and asked Peng Ren.

"I'm going to find Mr. Jiang." Peng Ren said, and then sighed, "You said Mr. Jiang is the same, why did you have to shovel those two snowmen? It was him who made the pile..."

Peng Zhong's eyes turned cold, and his gaze pierced Peng Ren's forehead.

Peng Ren sensed a murderous aura, paused, and quickly closed his mouth.

Peng Zhong said expressionlessly: "Ancestor's teaching."

"Master Jiang is always right." Peng Ren was as obedient as a little daughter-in-law, "Brother, I was wrong."

Peng Zhong said: "Go back and copy the ancestral teachings a hundred times."

"yes."

Peng Ren is obedient and doesn't dare to make mistakes.

*

After going up to the second floor, Mo Qing went straight to the study, but the place where there used to be a figure was now empty. Xiao Jiangjiang was there, motionless, in a state of death.

After glancing around, Mo Qing left the study door and came to Jiang Ke's bedroom.

She kicked the door open.

The light was on in the bedroom, and Jiang Ke walked out of the bathroom, wearing a gray cashmere sweater and casual pants. His hair was wet, his black eyes were shining, and the ends of his eyes were reddish, as if he had just taken a shower.

Jiang Ke was stunned for a moment by Mo Qing's sudden appearance, but quickly calmed down.

He knew why Mo Qing came.

Mo Qing glanced at him, strode over, and asked coldly: "Did you ask Peng Ren to move the snowman?"

Jiang Ke met her dangerous gaze: "It's me."

The distance was not far, just a few steps, and Mo Qing walked to Jiang Ke.

She raised her head slightly, looked at Jiang Ke, and said in a low voice filled with sullenness, "Why."

She has always been calm and at ease.

No matter how big the deal, she never blinks an eyelid, and she has never seen any mood swings.

This is the first time.

For a snowman.
To be continued...