Chapter 169 Winning the Championship
"There is no news yet," the man said in a strong voice, sounding full of energy. "We have checked more than a dozen mental hospitals near Beijing who have been discharged in the past year, and we have not found the person you mentioned."
"Expand the search range," the girl's eyebrows flashed a little fluctuation, "and," she paused for a few seconds and added: "There is a possibility that there is a fat man with that person."
"Fat man?" the man answered, and then as if he had reacted, he smiled bitterly and said: "This is nothing special, fat people are everywhere."
"But this fat man is different," the girl's mind flashed the fat man's amazing coordination ability that was seriously inconsistent with his body. She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and finally said: "This fat man is very flexible, you should pay attention to it."
The other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, and finally responded perfunctorily.
The man couldn't figure out how a fat man could be so flexible.
The girl hung up the phone.
The huge bedroom suddenly became quiet again.
The girl tied her messy hair into a ponytail, jumped out of bed, and walked barefoot to the wide French window without slippers.
She pulled open the light-colored curtains, and the afternoon sun shone on her face.
The girl squinted slightly and looked out the window.
She was only wearing a thin burgundy pajamas. Under her white and almost transparent skin, she was just as someone described, a delicate body that was not exquisite.
Standing here, she was not worried about being peeped at, because there was only a pool of blue water in front of her.
A few minutes later, she felt that she was awake and slowly moved her eyes away. About two meters away, there was an easel, and a whole piece of fur of an unknown animal was spread on the solid wood floor.
There was a sketch on the easel.
A young man was outlined with simple brushstrokes.
The precise brushstrokes like sculptures are extremely challenging for the painter's skills, but with just a few strokes, the man's charm is vivid on the paper.
There is nothing to pick with his appearance, and he is the type that rich women can't let go of.
The girl leaned against the French window, facing the light, tilted her head and stared at the painting for a long time, until her eyes gradually became cold. "Mr. Yin," the girl suddenly smiled, and in an instant, she was like a bright bloom. "You must hide well."
"Aqiu!"
"Aqiu!"
People were coming and going in the market. The fat man walked alone with a basket of vegetables, looking around and touching. So far, he had sneezed no less than 20 times.
Some vendors put on masks involuntarily when they saw the fat man approaching.
Is the doctor thinking about me?
This was the fat man's subconscious thought, but then he was frightened by his subconscious thought, "Fuck! Why did I think of the doctor first?"
This idea was too scary. The fat man quickly put on his small basket and walked a few steps. He thought it was probably because the magnetic field here was not right, which affected his thinking.
The vendors were really scary. After the fat man walked away, they took off their masks at the same time and shouted loudly for their own dishes.
After a walk, the fat man first bought some small seafood such as shells, preparing to make spicy stir-fried mixed shells, and then bought a fish at the old place.
This time the experience of buying fish was very smooth. When the boss saw that it was him, he didn't hesitate and directly took out a half-dead fish and said: "This one, don't wait for it to die, I will sell it as dead."
The fat man was thin-skinned and wanted to refuse a little: "It's okay," he licked his lips, looked at the boss and said: "I can wait."
"Don't wait, or you will stab it to death," the boss had packed the fish while speaking, threw it on the electronic scale, and handed it directly to the fat man, and then advised earnestly: "It's just a fish, it shouldn't have experienced so much."
"Then thank you, boss."
"Come back after eating."
The fat man carried a basket of small green vegetables, and then carried the fish and shells in his left hand, and the ribs that the store had already cut in his right hand, and walked back to the studio.
For just him and the doctor, these were enough for a hearty meal.
The sun was setting, and he had been walking outside for a long time. It wasn't that the road was far, but there were too few reasonable merchants in the vegetable market.
Either they didn't allow bargaining, or they didn't allow picking and choosing.
There was also a store that didn't accept counterfeit money.
The fat man carefully held the fake 10 yuan that Jiang Cheng gave him, and was just thinking about finding a place to throw it away to prevent it from circulating and harming people.
As a result, he turned a corner and found that he was not far from the studio.
Before he reached the door of the studio, he saw a sports car passing by his side, then slowly reversed and parked steadily in a parking space in front of the studio.
Seeing this scene, the fat man immediately trotted over and shouted to the sports car: "This is a private parking space, parking is not allowed, please find another place to park!"
Since the fat man came to this place, he has never seen a car parked here.
Even if it is temporary, it is not allowed.
Every time Pi Ruan comes, he has to look for a parking space for a long time, or let his secretary drive around nearby.
This is the rule.
The doctor told him, and the rules were probably set by the doctor.
Purpose He has too many things to do recently, and he has no energy and is too lazy to think. Anyway, the doctor said that he had to do it, no one else could do it.
The fat man frowned, but the person who came didn't seem to intend to give him this face. After parking the car, the scissor door on one side was raised. The next second, the fat man's pupils trembled fiercely.
He saw that the person who got out of the car was a woman.
It's not just a woman, but the fat man searched for all the adjectives taught by the Chinese teacher from kindergarten to before graduating from junior high school, and finally lost.
"Fuck!" The fat man blurted out.
The woman was wearing a light-colored cheongsam, with dark eyebrows and eyes. The body wrapped in the cheongsam was bumpy. If it was more, it would be plump, and if it was less, it would be thin. The hand holding the car key was as white as a lotus root, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.
The long hair was simply rolled up and tied into a bun behind the head. A smudged Luoyun hairpin was inserted in the bun just right, adding a touch of incomparable brightness to the woman.
The faint fragrance filled the surroundings, and the fat man felt like he had returned to the Qinlou and Chuguan thousands of years ago, lying diagonally in the red platform high building, calling the beauty in a drunken dream.
It turns out that the king who will not be in the court from now on is so happy before his death.
The woman's eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, but there was no trace of charm on her body. The fat man didn't even dare to imagine what the woman would look like when she smiled, I'm afraid it would be breathtaking.
At this moment, her eyebrows were not frowned, her eyes were not dark, and she walked past him with a calm face.
To put it bluntly, the woman ignored the fat man who was standing there, and then walked along the steps to the door of the studio, without knocking, and walked in very naturally.
When she pushed the door, it was as casual as going back to her own home.