House Management Chapter 1827: Photo

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"You said you want to take me to heal the injury... true or false... my foster father and I are going to harm you..." Xiaoyun lowered her head and said.

Although her view of right and wrong is not particularly strong, she also knows that she and the wheelchair person are harming Zhang Yu. As for whether Zhang Yu has done anything bad, she certainly doesn't know, only that she is a good person.

"It was a feast between me and your foster father, and it didn't matter to you. But I be honest, there should be no feasts between me and your foster father. People from the Qi family asked him to do this." Zhang Yu Said freely.

"Yes." Xiaoyun nodded truthfully and said pitifully: "Actually, my foster father is a good man..."

Zhang Yu disagrees. A person who can raise the five ghosts in the north and use large-scale transportation is not necessarily a good person.

He walked straight upstairs, Wen Qiong and Pan Yun helped Xiaoyun up, and the doors upstairs were all open.

As soon as she got upstairs, Xiaoyun said in surprise: "No, the doors are closed when we leave."

Siccai is downstairs. I haven't seen any traces of rummaging. It seems that the person came directly upstairs.

"The people here should have seen each room, and I don't know if they are looking for something." Zhang Yu said, glanced in the corridor, and said: "Go to your room first."

Xiaoyun's room is on the right hand side of the stairs. The door of the room is open, and the entrance is the bathroom, which contains the bed, wardrobe and dressing table.

The main color in the room is red. A girl like Xiaoyun's age shouldn't like this color.

Pan Yun seems to have discovered this too, and said: "Why do you still like this color."

"When I was young, my room was in this color. I always wanted to change it, but my foster father refused. So, that's it..." Xiaoyun said.

"Your foster father is kind of weird." Pan Yun curled his lips.

Wen Qiong stood by the bed, looking around, as if thinking about something.

Zhang Yu simply looked in the room and found that the drawers of the dressing table were all opened. He casually said, "When you left, were the drawers open?"

He points to the dressing table.

Xiaoyun looked at it, flat her mouth and said: "Usually I'm closed...Could it be that someone turned it over...but there is nothing... "

Zhang Yu walked over and took a look. There were indeed signs of turning inside the dressing table. In fact, it was all cosmetics and some books. It was messed up.

Through this sign, Zhang Yu said: "It seems that people are not just looking for your foster father, I am afraid they are still looking for something. You stay here, I will look around."

After speaking, he walked outside.

The other party came to search, obviously there was something important to look for. Zhang Yu was also curious. After leaving the room, he walked to the next room.

This room is like a showroom, with a lot of things, not on a table, there are also a few suitcases.

The suitcase is open, and a pile of mobile phone cases are scattered beside it. Zhang Yu recognized it at a glance, isn't this all the phone case of a sleeping phone? It was stolen by someone using a big portage technique, and they were all here.

The things in the room are worth a little bit of money, but in Zhang Yu's eyes they are nothing, not as good as these boxes of mobile phone cases. Zhang Yu put all the mobile phone cases into the box. This is his own thing and he must take it back when he leaves. To be honest, the technology of sleep-loving phones is not valuable. The most valuable are these phone cases, which are thousands of dollars. How much is lost.

After finishing the phone case, Zhang Yu left the room and walked to the other side of the corridor. The head is a big room, after entering the door, you can see the sofa and cabinet. The cabinets were all open, and they were obviously turned over. A large screen partitioned the room. Zhang Yu walked across the screen and saw a large bed with bedside lamps on both sides of the bed and bedside tables underneath.

The bedside table was turned over and things were scattered all over the floor. Zhang Yu walked over and looked down. He happened to see a photo frame. There is a photo in the frame that looks a bit old. There are two people in the photo. To be precise, two young people, a man and a woman, look very close.

Zhang Yu bent down and picked up the photo frame, and carefully looked at the person in the photo. Zhang Yu couldn't tell who that man was, but the more he looked at the woman, the more familiar he became.

"This person...how does it look like..."

Yes, the woman in the photo looks like Wen Qiong, but her age is not right, and her temperament does not have the prestige of Wen Qiong now.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, Zhang Yu heard a cry of pain.

He quickly ran outside holding the photo frame, and shouted, "What's the matter?"

"Xiao Yu, she passed out..."

Wen Qiong's voice sounded in Xiaoyun's room. Zhang Yu was fast and came to Xiaoyun's room in a few steps, and saw Xiaoyun lying on the ground now, her face pale and her eyes closed.

Zhang Yu grabbed Xiaoyun's side, put the frame aside, and raised his hand to grab Xiaoyun's wrist.

He can confirm afterwards that Xiaoyun is now suffering from internal injuries and she has passed out from the pain.

Xiaoyun's internal injuries are not minor, and Zhang Yu originally planned to give her medicine after returning to Wudang Taoist Temple. At this moment, it was too late.

Zhang Yu immediately hugged Xiaoyun onto the bed, stretched out his hand to untie Xiaoyun's belt, and slowly pulled down the waistband to reveal the position of her dantian.

In fact, this position is more sensitive to women. But in order to save people, they can't care about so much. Zhang Yu then took out the silver needle and applied the needle around Xiaoyun's dantian.

Wen Qiong and Pan Yun both knew he was healing Xiaoyun, but they just waited.

When Zhang Yu was applying the needle, Pan Yun's eyes were looking everywhere, and soon he saw the photo frame on the ground. She was a little curious, why Zhang Yu came here with a photo frame, there are still photos in it.

Pan Yun bent over to pick up the photo and looked at the person above. Wen Qiong leaned over to watch when she saw her daughter.

Just looking at it, Wen Qiong's body trembled and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

"Mom, how does the person in the photo look like you..." Pan Yun glanced around, and suddenly found that the heroine in the photo looked like his mother. She turned to look at her mother, just as Wen Qiong's body was shaking.

Seeing his mother like this, Pan Yun was taken aback for a moment and asked eagerly: "Mom, what's the matter with you?"

Zhang Yu just gave Xiaoyun a needle, and when he heard this, he immediately turned his head and looked at Wen Qiong.

Just now he felt that the woman in the photo looked like Wen Qiong, and now Pan Yun also feels like it.

This time around, he saw that there was something wrong with Wen Qiong. In addition to trembling, Wen Qiong's face was also full of consternation.

You must know who Wen Qiong is. He has seen more winds and waves when he rolls in officialdom.

One photo can change her look. This photo is absolutely extraordinary. Could it be that the person in this photo is really Wen Qiong? If so, who would this man be?

"Nothing." At this time, Wen Qiong's expression returned to normal.

After all, people who have seen big scenes, even if a little flustered for a while, can quickly come up with a calm heart.

"Mom, is this you in this photo?" Pan Yun asked again.