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Chapter 445 This is for his own good

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    Time passed by like this little by little.  He Wan has been researching on that matter, but researching and researching, the progress is very, very slow.  After all, it is to find someone, where to find it, He Wan has a problem with this problem.

    Jiang Che has been at school all this time and didn't go home.  One time during the period, Jiang Che went to the detective agency on Saturday and Sunday. He originally wanted to find He Wan, but found that He Wan was not in the detective agency.

    Under the leadership of others, Jiang Che went to He Wan's room, and then simply helped He Wan tidy up the messy things in the room. By the way, he also used the kitchen of the detective agency to cook a special meal for He Wan and put it in the  her room.

    Just when Jiang Che finished everything and was about to leave, Jiang Che suddenly saw the materials on He Wan's desk. Jiang Che was not in the habit of looking at He Wan, but because the materials she got were too messy, Jiang Che  Che just wanted to help her tidy up.

    It doesn't matter after cleaning up like this, Jiang Che suddenly saw the black and white photo on the photo.  There is a woman on it, that woman is wearing a gray windbreaker, her aura has a kind of elegance mixed with her bones, and there is a child written next to the information, that child seems to be their target.

    'boom¡­¡­'

    Jiang Che's thoughts drifted to nowhere, and his arm accidentally touched the cold water bottle placed beside him. Jiang Che quickly put down the document, and then picked up the things on the ground

    "Hey, someone has entered my room?"

    He Wan clearly saw signs of someone coming.  As soon as she opened the door, she smelled the aroma of food.  By the way, Qiu Kaixin, who was following behind him, also smelled that smell clearly.

    "Who cooked this meal?"

    "smell good!"

    He Wan walked up to those plates, and then saw a sticky note pasted next to it, 'I made a meal for my sister, and my sister remembers to heat it up before eating.  By the way, I also helped you pack up your clothes and things in the room. I'm back to school, and I hope everything is fine.  ¡ª¡ªJiang Che.  '

    Qiu Kaixin: "Jiang Che must have been here."

    He Wan raised her eyes suspiciously, "Hey, how do you know that Jiang Che is here?"

    Qiu Kaixin: "Because I think only his cooking can be so delicious. And he can also enter your room. Besides your brother, do you think there will be a third person?"

    He Wan: "It seems to be the same!"

    "Today is Saturday. He can leave school on Saturday."

    Qiu Kaixin couldn't help but smiled, and then looked around again.

    "It is estimated that Jiang Che also cleaned the room for you, or your room must be messier than it is now."

    He Wan rolled his eyes at him, "Qiu Kaixin, you're talking nonsense all day long!"

    "What's wrong with my room?"

    "I should be in a mess! Anyway, I am alone, and there is no other person."

    Qiu Kaixin: "Then you are the one who bullies Jiang Che when you are at home?"

    He Wan couldn't wait to walk to the bathroom, and then replied while washing her hands: "Hey, how could this be bullying!"

    "I'm doing it for his own good."

    "Besides, Jiang Che seems to be pretty clean. Usually, he cleans up our house. I'm used to tidying up like this. I have to say that it's nice to have a younger brother in this regard."

    Qiu Kaixin: "I feel pretty good too!"

    "I don't know if I have a chance, but I can sit down and have a meal with you?" (Remember the website of this site: www.hlnovel.com
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