Kan Jun's breathing was very heavy, and it came out along the microphone one after another, as if it could slap his face through this door.

“Just say that.”

He repeated it again, without any doubt.

Kou Qiu didn't know what wind he was smoking, so he had to sit down on the chair and slowly tell all the things he saw and heard a few days ago. The man was silent on the other end for a while, "This is very dangerous."

"Yes," Kou Qiu said, "but Uncle Kan appears...it won't be dangerous."

There was unconcealed dependence in his voice, which made Kan Jun's breathing suffocate again.

He began to be glad that he had driven away the boy just now.

Otherwise, at this moment, what is pressed against the boy's face should be something else.

He was restless like a young boy. Kan Jun never thought he would have such an experience. He laughed softly, wondering what kind of thought he had, and slowly said, "I want to borrow my uncle's name?"

Kou Qiu said: "Yes."

He didn't plan to be polite to his lover for several lifetimes, "Don't Uncle Kan refuse to borrow it?"

Kan Jun suddenly exhaled a puff of cigarette.

“——Ken.”

His eyes looked forward through the smoke, and the blood in his heart was like boiling magma, gurgling and gusting.

"But you have to know that if you borrow, you have to pay it back."

When he said this, he seemed to have made up some decision and suddenly snatched the cigarette with his fingers. The man's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his brows were locked tighter, "Remember."

In the afternoon's handwriting identification, Kan Jun took Kou Qiu to do it.

Kou Qiu took out the exam clip from the original owner's memory and wrote the Chinese essay in one breath, basically word-by-word - this body also left the original owner's instinct, and the handwriting he wrote was no different. Several leaders came to see Kan Jun's face, and when they saw Kou Qiu's hand, they felt a little bit better.

Before this, they had already read the paper. A person's writing habits and stroke order are difficult to change, let alone the child can write the original text eight to nine and ten. The seal of the paper was just opened before. If it were not written by himself, how could he memorize the whole article?

"It's almost certain to get things done," said the director who is familiar with Kan Jun to him, be careful, "This is also a disadvantage for us. This kind of cheating has occurred this year..."

Kan Jun frowned tightly and didn't answer what he said.

The director also said: "Following the situation of this classmate, we need to react with our superiors and call Cha Gong over for an appraisal."

Hearing the word Cha Gong, the man's eyes finally moved.

"Um."

"This matter..."

"You can't go directly," the man said, and the cold voice trembled in his heart, "I'll catch what should be caught, and what should be rectified. I'll see the final result."

The director's heart suddenly sank, knowing that this matter must not be resolved easily.

If you don't do it well, the entire department will have to be damaged.

He didn't dare to fight for it anymore, so he stood next to him. He couldn't help but hate Cha Gong and a few people involved in the matter so much that he gritted his teeth.

After the handwriting identification expert arrived, it took several days to make the final test results. Kou Qiu followed the man out and got into the car home first.

The driver sent him back, but unexpectedly Kan Jun also got on the car.

Kou Qiu was stunned, "Uncle Kan?"

The man tidied his cuffs and glanced at him.

"You go too?"

"Um."

Kou Qiu said in surprise: "Aren't you going to have a meeting in the afternoon?"

He heard the man call.

"Well," Kan Jun sat on the four-week night, with a faint expression, "Cancel."

Kou Qiu turned his head back and felt a little happy.

The car was halfway through the way and reached an intersection, but was blocked by the crowds that had gathered in front of me for some reason. Hawking, shouting, bargaining... The messy tricycles and big bicycles were parked everywhere, and it was difficult for people to pass by. Large cars like off-road vehicles could not move even half a step.

Kan Jun had never seen this scene before, but the driver grew up in the village. You can tell at a glance that, "This is a festival."

Large gatherings on Mondays are often the most lively time for the villagers. People from several villages rushed over, buying and selling, and most of them sold were small items wholesale, which were very cheap. This kind of gathering is not only common, but also more at the end of the year, and basically once every two days to buy New Year’s goods.

Kou Qiu hadn't seen it with his own eyes, so he lay on the window to look at it. The driver honked the horn and pressed it again and again, but he couldn't move the car for a long time, so he had to turn his head over.

"Director Kan, look..."

Kan Jun glanced at the boy who put his face on the window, and turned back.

"get off."

The off-road vehicle took the road to the intersection in front and waited. Kan Jun took Kou Qiu out of the car. He was wearing a suit and tie, and his expression was serious. He did not look like a world of men who had a belly full of stomach to eat watermelon in such evenings, and was a little out of place.

It was quite hot, and the smell in the crowd was very pickled. The black flying insects were rushing around in the air, and they were caught in the air. There were brooms and dustpans on both sides. When Kou Qiu saw it, he remembered that the one at home was broken and immediately stopped.

"How much?"

At this time, the money was still valuable, and this kind of small broom that he had tied himself was only one or two. Kou Qiu squatted on the ground, looked at him, and then turned to look at the man.

"Uncle Kan?"

Kan Jun didn't say anything and took out his wallet from his pocket.

Kou Qiu picked the one that had the neat branches and held them in his hand. He felt that it was a little bit thorny and not very smooth. He rubbed it twice, and Kan Jun took it from him.

"Um?"

"Look," said the man, calmly holding the earth broom in his hand, "I'll hold it."

The style of painting is actually quite inconsistent, but he can't stand his momentum. No matter how many people turned their heads to look at him in surprise, they just took it all the way.

After a while, he bought Kou Qiu another popsicle and salt water.

Kou Qiu took it and sucked it for a long time, and saw that the melted popsicle began to flow downwards, so he hurriedly hooked it with the tip of his tongue.

Kan Jun looked at him for a long time, until he finished eating, and immediately bought him a bunch of red candied haws, which he could not refuse, "hold it in."

Kou Qiu stuffed a whole hawthorn into his mouth, his cheeks bulging like squirrels.

He ate all the way, and Kan Jun just looked at it all the way.

When I got on the bus at the intersection, the driver was startled by his boss's look at this time, and his voice changed tone, "Director Kan--"

What is this situation?

He really couldn't imagine the scene of Director Kan walking on the street with a broken broom, and he felt absurd and shocked, and couldn't help but turn his eyes to the people next to him.

"I bought it," Kou Qiu explained, "it looks pretty good."

The man nodded.

The driver was even more panicked, thinking that this was not what he should be! This is really a bit far from what the leader usually looks like!

He has gained a new understanding of how favored Fang Yang is, "Little brother, I have never seen Director Kan treat anyone like this, and I have been with him for more than ten years."

You are the first one to create the world.

Kou Qiu's lips were curved and his smile was very sweet.

The system boy tickled several times, [Is my heart almost blooming, right?]

Kou Qiu said: [Yes.]

The system was speechless and said for a while: [Dad, you were not so thick-skinned before...]

[How is this considered thick?] Kou Qiu seriously refuted him, [He loves me, I love him, this is originally mutual. This is an objective fact and needs to be recognized.]

The system is silent.

When we arrived at the village, the sun was hanging on the roof. The orange-red sun was like a little picking with chopsticks, which could break the skin and flow out the egg yolks inside.

Cha's mother had already gone to find Li Daxian this day, which made her even more anxious. Li Daxian took her into the inner room and took a look, and was immediately shocked.

"What happened!"

Cha's mother has a low level of education and is usually very knowledgeable about these Feng Shui gods and ghosts. When she heard this, she panicked, "What happened?"

"The line is broken," Li Daxian looked ugly and showed her the broken red line, "It seems that it was bitten by a mouse, what should I do?"

She was at a loss and Cha's mother followed Liu Shen and was in control.

"What should I do? What's the impact?"

"It has an impact," Li Daxian turned off both lamps with a calm face. "In this way, your cause and effect will not be transferred."

Cha's mother hadn't reacted at first, but when she understood what was in her words, her voice immediately became sharp.

"How can this work?"

She was so panicked that she kept stamping her feet, "How can this be done! Daxian, you have to think of a way for me no matter what--"

As the saying goes, people are doing things and God is watching. Checking the mother knows what she has done. Changing her grades is immoral, not to mention that she has turned the consequences on her sister, and after that, she pushed someone—

Cha's mother's face was distorted and she was panicked.
To be continued...