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Chapter 214 Jiang Feng Learns the Secret

Shen Liuchu frowned and looked at her for a long time.

Finally laughed.

He lifted her chin with one hand and wiped the tears from her face with his thumb. "You said you had a headache and stomachache on the phone. You scared me to death, little thing. Do you know that? Don't make such jokes in the future. Do you hear me?"

Taotao took his hand away from her chin and looked at him with moist eyes, "No, I missed you so much. You didn't come back, so I couldn't help crying. Then my head started to hurt, my eyes hurt, and my arms hurt..."

"Oh, then why does your arm hurt?"

"Because I have to keep lifting it up to wipe my tears."

Shen Liuchu had a smile on his face. He grabbed her little hand and said teasingly, "Your little paw must be hurting. You need to pull out tissues one by one."

"Mmmmm," she nodded heavily against his chest.

That expression looked as aggrieved and pitiful as it could be.

He was really heartbroken.

You picked it up yourself, so you can pet it yourself.

Shen Liuchu held her little head close to his chest and stroked the back of her head gently, again and again.

"Actually, uncle misses you, too. He misses me, Taotao."

He lowered his head slightly and placed a kiss on her head, his eyes deep, "You little one, my uncle's heart is tied to you wherever I go. If you pull it a little, it will hurt."

Taotao lay quietly in Shen Liuchu's arms, blinking her eyes.

How could she not understand?

Uncle Shen who loves her deeply.

She rubbed her face in his arms, placed her small hand on his heart, and whispered, "I love you, husband."

It was very quiet, but she was sure he heard it because his chest trembled.

He smiled.

.......

night.

Jiang Feng returned home, closed the door, and looked up to see his father's portrait on the table.

He walked over and stood still, took out three incense sticks from the table, lit them, bowed, and inserted them into the incense burner.

Then he stood there silently, looking at his father in the photo with a dim gaze.

Zhao Zheng's words echoed in my ears again.

In the parking lot, at the critical moment, Zhao Zheng suddenly shouted, "I know a secret!"

Jiang Feng waved his hand in time and the hammer did not fall.

"What did you just yell?"

Zhao Zheng opened his mouth and gasped for breath, and quickly said, "I know a secret, a secret that may be related to your father's death."

Jiang Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, he grabbed his collar and stared at him fiercely.

After a few seconds, he let go and turned his head to say to his men, "Stand further away."

When there were only two of them left, Jiang Feng looked at Zhao Zheng with sharp eyes and said, "Speak."

Zhao Zheng swallowed his saliva, "The night before Teacher Jiang committed suicide, he went to see someone."

"Who?"

"Shen Liuchu."

Jiang Feng's eyes were shocked.

"I remember it clearly. It was Friday, just after dark, and Teacher Jiang came out of the school. He didn't drive. It happened to be my turn off from get off work, so I said hello to him and asked him where he was going. So we stopped by..."

After Zhao Zheng finished speaking, Jiang Feng stared at him, "Why should I believe what you say?"

"Go ahead and check it out. You can go ahead and check it out. I dare say that Mr. Jiang's death is definitely related to Mr. Shen."

The next second, Jiang Feng clenched his fist and smashed it into his abdomen.

Zhao Zheng groaned, his face suddenly filled with pain, with all his facial features distorted.