Bai Qiyu helped Fu Heng investigate the Fu family carefully, and found several hidden surveillance cameras in various corners.

Looking at the five cameras on the table, Fu Heng was vaguely relieved: "It's less than I thought."

He originally thought that Fu's family had long been hacked into a hornet's nest, but fortunately, only five cameras were installed.

And most of them are in the living room and the like, which are relatively insignificant. The really important things such as the bedroom and the study are not one.

"It seems that the other party is not as'magical power' as we imagined." The tone was obvious irony.

These surveillance cameras are all available on the market. Although they are all high-end products, they can be bought with a little more money.

This happened to show the fact that the enemy was just an ordinary person, not as powerful as they thought.

I have to say that this news made Fu Heng and Bai Qiyu, who had been tense for a long time, a little relieved.

But they are not so easy to take it lightly, just because the opponent is too good at hiding, they have not caught the opponent's tail yet.

This is very disturbing.

"Who is the subject of your investigation?" It is better to reduce the scope of suspicion than to cast a net without a clue.

Fu Heng turned around, took out a stack of documents from the locked safe and gave it to Bai Qiyu: "All are here."

Bai Qiyu took it, his pupils shrinking slightly.

I saw the first name that caught the eye, and it was Han Weilan.

***

"Brother Nian Gao, let's play hide and seek together, okay?" Qing Qing suggested enthusiastically.

"It's good, but we only have two people. How do we play?" Hide-and-seek is fun when there are more people.

"Tell Ah Da and Uncle Ab to play together." Qing Qing aimed at his two bodyguards.

The two bodyguards who were replaced by the police in the past are now back to their original positions, still serving as Qingqing's personal bodyguards.

Qingqing has been with them for a long time, and the relationship will naturally follow them.

No, now even looking for playmates, the first thing that comes to mind is them.

Ah Da and Abu are unwilling to play games with the hostess. They are bodyguards, not babysitters.

But a couple of little guys rubbed their hands pitifully, curled their brows and said squeamishly, "Please, please", no one can withstand this kind of cute shock.

So the two bodyguards who thought they were very firm immediately rebelled.

It smells so good.

A few people first hold the palms of their hands, and the one with fewer people counts

If you win, you can retreat until there are two players left. Let them play rock-paper-scissors. They will win three rounds. The loser will be the seeker of the first round. Others will find a place within 30 seconds. Hide well.

Yes, it's ‘she’.

As the only girl in the audience, Qing Qing lost to the tacit understanding of the men in the first game, and in the second game, she fell directly on her strange luck.

Anyone who has played rock-paper-scissors with Qingqing will know that she will lose every time she plays.

No matter who the opponent is, and no matter what she is, since birth, Qingqing's only best rock-paper-scissors result is a draw.

It is really miserable to think about it.

"You have to hide."

Qing Qing poked a little fart/stroke on the sofa and counted them carefully: "1,2,3...16,19..."

"Qingqing, you can't play tricks." A rice cake came from the hypotenuse, serious correction.

"But people don't know what is between 16 and 19?"

Qing Qing was wronged, she really didn't understand, and she didn't deliberately skip the count.

"It's 17 and 18."

The rice cake gave her a loud answer, and Qingqing was so anxious that he didn't even notice his position.

"Why 17 and 18 must be squeezed among other people's houses, because 16 and 19 are so similar, they are a family!" Qingqing was puzzled.

"I don't know. That's how the teacher taught. Anyway, you can count them like this." The rice cakes flushed with anxiety.

"Okay." Qingqing decided to listen to rice cakes, and she continued counting: "16, 17, 18..."

Ah Da and Abu who witnessed a dispute among kindergarten children: "..."

I really want to laugh, but I have to hold it back, or I have to expose myself.

The passing nanny didn't have this scruples. He smiled and walked over with the mop, and also thoughtfully reminded Qing Qing who was stuck between 27 and 28.

"After 26 is 27, Miss counts down as she just counted 17, and then replaces the previous 10 with 20."

Qingqing got through at one point, and counted down immediately, and quickly counted 30 times. She lifted her body and ran straight towards the hidden place of the rice cake with a clear goal.

When the rice cake exploded just now, Qing Qing heard it.

"Caught it, Brother Rice Cake is here."

It wasn't until Qingqing found him that the rice cake realized his miscalculation with chagrin, but it was too late.

Next time it was the rice cake's turn to find someone, and Qing Qing looked for a place to hide in panic.

The hide-and-seek position they stipulated was in the living room. The Fu’s living room was indeed very large, but the furnishings were exquisite, in other words relatively spacious.

I want to find a better hiding place.

It's so easy.

Qingqing strolled around, and finally aimed at the tea cabinet covered with cloth tablecloths.

She lifted the tablecloth and drilled inside, and her small body was just right to hide in it without being noticed.

Holding her knees to abandon her concentration, Qingqing quietly pricked her ears to listen to the movement outside.

The nian gao counted thirty times, and started looking for people one by one.

He first found Abu hiding behind the door, and then Ada hiding behind the sofa, but Qingqing couldn't find it.

"Sister Qingqing, where are you?"

Looking for a circle, there is no human figure, but the rice cake can only be shouted.

"Here! Hahaha..."

Qing Qing got out of the cabinet triumphantly, and announced loudly where he was hiding.

"Who's turn to be a ghost next?"

"Uncle Abu!"

A few people played this naive game for an afternoon. The hiding place in the living room was hidden all over. In the end, they were no longer satisfied with confining the ‘battlefield’ to the living room, and simply played crazy in the whole building.

Fortunately, the more important rooms in the house are locked, otherwise Qingqing might have to eat another meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots.

This time it was Qingqing's turn to be a ghost again. After she finished counting, she walked straight upstairs with her short legs.

Hehe... Just now, Qingqing heard the sound of someone taking the elevator upstairs.

She started looking for it from the third floor. The little guy was like an exploration ball, and every room could not escape her carpet search.

"Is there anyone inside?" He knocked on the door politely, but didn't respond. Qingqing tried to break the doorknob again and opened it.

Pushing the door open, Qingqing suddenly felt that the scene inside the door was familiar.

She tilted her head and thought carefully for a moment, and finally remembered that this room was the room she had accidentally entered in a previous adventure.

Now the gloomy feeling in the room is gone.

The carefully cleaned room was clean and bright. The previously scattered window screens were carefully **** and gathered on both sides of the window. The few express boxes that had been randomly stacked on the ground were gone. The entire room was empty and empty. swing.

"anyone there?"

There is no need to look for this kind of room at a glance, but out of curiosity, Qing Qing still leaned into her little head and asked.

As expected, no one answered...

"Tweet..."

The bird's Qingyue chirping sounded outside the window, and Qingqing's eyes lit up, and immediately trot to the huge French window, pulling the window to look out.

"Little bird!"

It may be that Qingqing was too excited for a while, and accidentally used a little force, causing the window that was not closed to be suddenly opened, so that Qingqing staggered and almost threw out and fell.

Fortunately, the little hand she waved pulled the curtain in time to avoid a close contact with the floor.

The frightened Qingqing didn't want to stay here anymore. She got up and wanted to go out. A bright light flashed before her eyes, which made her squint and turned her head subconsciously.

It faces the window of the neighbor opposite.

There, a person wrapped in darkness holding a DSLR, took a few more shutters with Ching Ching’s small face, and then quickly disappeared behind the window.

Qingqing crooked her little head and looked inexplicable: "What is that person doing?"

There is no solution to this question.

Until Qingqing found Ah Da in the family movie room next door, and found rice cakes and Abu on the second floor, she seemed absent.

I didn't even feel happy about winning.

"Is Qing Qing tired of playing?" asked the rice cake worriedly.

"No." Qing Qing shook her head, and suddenly said: "Qing Qing wants to drink strawberry yogurt. He wants that thick yogurt."

"But you can't eat snacks." The rice cake was a little embarrassed.

"Yogurt is a drink, not a snack." The little guy's misconception is a set.

"Strawberry yogurt is in the refrigerator. Uncle puts it too high and Qingqing can't reach it. Brother Nian Gao can get it for Qingqing, okay?"

The little abacus in Qingqing's heart crackled.

Strictly speaking, she couldn't drink yogurt, but she wouldn't take the initiative to take it, but she could ask Brother Niangao to take it.

The rice cake is a guest. He took strawberry yogurt to Qingqing. Even if his uncle knew it, he wouldn't say anything.

I want to ask if you don’t know Qingqing’s careful thinking about rice cakes?

That's not all.

However, in order to make Qingqing happy, he was willing to be instructed by her and ran to the refrigerator to get her yogurt.

When Fu Heng and Bai Qiyu went downstairs together, they saw Qingqing and rice cakes sitting in a row on the sofa, watching cartoons with their four little feet tilted up.

The two of them also each held a bottle of handmade strawberry yogurt, and they were digging with a small spoon to eat.

"You will really enjoy it."

Bai Qiyu shook his head, walked slowly over with his hands in his trouser pockets, deliberately leaning in front of Qingqing and teasing her: "Will Qingqing give Uncle a bite?"

This is a snack that Qingqing finally fooled around. How could she give it to others?

Originally Fu Heng was so sure.

But Qingqing only hesitated for a while, and dug a spoonful of strawberry yogurt to Bai Qiyu.

Bisheng Bai Qiyu, a shameless man, unexpectedly

I really ate kids' snacks!

Fu Heng's face turned black.

He walked a few steps quickly, unceremoniously pulled Bo Qiyu away, and leaned in front of Qingqing himself, without saying clearly, he motioned with his eyes.

'I also want. ’

Qing Qing understood.

But she looked at only a half of the strawberry yogurt left, and at Fu Heng, who was stern but couldn't conceal the look of expectation... silently moved her body and turned her back.

He also explained in the same way: "Qing...Qing Qing is gone. Uncle wants to eat it and take it in the refrigerator."

Fu Heng: "..."

Bai Qiyu suddenly burst into laughter behind him, and even the cold and solemn aura on his body was destroyed, which shows how crazy he laughed.

"Naive." With a cold snort, Fu Heng turned around and went into the kitchen without seeing and worrying.

Normally, when he was at home, Qingqing would only eat the food he cooked, and Fu Heng would only cook for Qingqing.

Others, including himself, ate the meals made by the housekeeper at will.

Naturally, Bai Qiyu would take the rice cakes and stay with him after dinner before leaving. He had already discussed important matters with Fu Heng, and the rest of the time was spent playing with the two children.

No matter how good the cartoon is, there is a time limit for playback, unlike a computer that can be played all the time.

And it’s not good for children to watch too much TV, so while Fu Heng was cooking, Bai Qiyu took the rice cakes and Qingqing to the open space in the living room and taught them to punch.

"Look, you have to be fierce to punch. Don't use one hand. You have to strike hard with your waist and your entire body to cause a heavy blow to the enemy. Just practice."

Practicing boxing is a very new thing, especially when there are small partners around to practice together, Qingqing learns very hard, and quickly plays decently.

However, with her small body, even if she tried her best to attack, it might be as tickle at best.

"Continue to practice rice cakes, Qingqing will come, uncle teaches you."

With a strange expression, Bai Qiyu pulled Qingqing into a low voice and whispered.

No one knows what he said to Qingqing?

I could only see the expression on Qingqing's face showing surprise, maybe a little bit shy.

"Did Qingqing remember it?" Bai Qiyu asked.

"Yeah, remember." Qingqing nodded his little head obediently.

The two looked at each other and smiled, everything is silent.

After dinner at Fu's house, Bai Qiyu bid farewell.

He took the rice cakes home, Qingqing still chased them out reluctantly, and sent them farewell to the gate of the villa area before he was willing to turn back home.

As night fell, the entire villa area fell into unspeakable silence.

Qingqing took Fu Heng's big hand and walked back to their home step by step along the garden path.

Stepping on Fu Heng's shadow playfully, Qing Qing had a great time.

Fu Heng allowed Qingqing to circle around him, stepping out with his long legs and always paying attention not to step on her.

"Ah!" Qingqing exclaimed suddenly: "What a big frog!"

The greening of the villa area is well done, and there is also an artificial lake inside. It is normal for such small animals to appear.

It was the first time that Qingqing saw a frog in reality, and curiously wanted to get close to it, but Fu Heng stopped him in time: "Don't get too close, be careful that it bites you."

Fu Heng didn't know if frogs would bite people. Anyway, Qing Qing believed what he said, so he really didn't dare to come closer.