Let's start with Chen Rou.
Nie Rong was still wearing her pajamas when she hurriedly left the house, followed by her son.
Next month will be A Yuan's birthday. He'll be almost a year old now. He can walk unsteadily and his speech is quite interesting. When he gets in the car, he shakes his head and claps his hands, saying, "Wine, wine, open, happy heart!"
Chen Rou patiently corrected her: "It's 'zau,' right? 'zau'!"
In Cantonese, the pronunciation of "走" is similar to "邹" or "秋" in Mandarin.
But Ah Yuan's pronunciation is unclear, so he always pronounces it as "jiu" instead of "jiu".
Song Yuanchao is now at home no matter when it is, morning or night.
He accompanied Chen Rou whenever she went out.
He was driving when he said, "The young master seems very happy to be going out."
It had been almost two months since I'd taken him out, and A-Yuan was genuinely happy.
He seemed to remember what happened the last time he went out.
Moreover, the older he got, the less he liked wearing hats. Chen Rou would wear one anytime, and he would take it off anytime and throw it far away.
Chen Rou went out today because of the people Guo Xiaobai brought from the mainland.
They are currently in Kowloon, not far from Cheung Tze-keung's house.
Chen Ke had Ji Xiaofeng keep an eye on people, and he also thought it was a good opportunity to observe, so he sent Chen Rou over to take a look.
Song Yuanchao was particularly optimistic about the whole thing, and said with a smile: "They are all our comrades-in-arms. Let's find out the details first, and then let Captain Yue take action to carry out a counter-espionage plan, and then take them down. Zhang Ziqiang will still be in our hands."
Chen Rou felt that things might not be so simple, but she decided not to say anything for the time being.
She pointed to A-Yuan's nose: "Put your hat on."
A-Yuan pouted and obediently lowered his head, but as soon as Chen Rou took out her phone, he took off his hat and threw it away.
Afraid that his mother would be angry, he threw down his hat and started laughing, trying to please her: "Mang Mang, Mang Mang Mang!"
He's older now, and he has to listen to Nie Zhao all the time. It's not good to not take him out. If a child only sees the same few familiar people, it will affect his social skills and worldview. Although it is said that autism is not related to a child's early education and living environment, Chen Rou is still willing to let him go out more often when he is young, but she always has to cover his face.
But this little guy doesn't like wearing hats or masks, which makes Chen Rou particularly distressed.
However, after more than twenty minutes of him taking off her clothes and her putting them on, and then him taking them off and her putting them on again, A Yuan finally gave in.
There's no way around it, he has a lot of energy, and so does his mother.
He's stubborn, and his mother is even more stubborn.
They had arrived at their destination. Song Yuanchao parked the car and said, "Madam, leave the baby here, I'll take him."
But Chen Rou opened the car door and had already tied her son around her waist.
The new mask was bought by Nie Han. It's super cute; it's half of Doraemon's face, paired with A Yuan's round, big, black grape-like eyes, and a blue hat. He looks just like Doraemon himself.
Chen Rou turned around and said, "I'll take care of the child myself. When you walk, stay away from me."
In fact, in Hong Kong today, most people recognize Song Yuanchao's face more than Chen Rou.
Because she always wears makeup and dresses quite glamorously whenever she appears on camera, most people wouldn't even notice her if she dressed plainly. But Song Yuanchao is different. He followed Nie Zhao around and appeared in the newspaper almost every day. People in Hong Kong are very familiar with his face.
Everyone likes dressing up children, but Chen Rou probably did something a little wrong today.
Nie Han bought the Doraemon merchandise specifically for A Yuan when she went to Japan on a business trip. These past few years have been the peak of Doraemon's popularity, and as she's been around, not only children but also many adults have been watching A Yuan closely.
A living Doraemon, somewhat cute, people passing by Chen Rou would all take a second look.
She also lowered her head, carefully covering the child's hat, and slipped into the small building.
With his son hanging around his neck, he went into the building and started climbing the stairs. The stairs were narrow, dangerous, smelly, and dark. He climbed seven or eight floors in one go, all the way to the rooftop. Even A Yuan, who loves to go out, gasped for breath.
The staircase was not only narrow and dark, but also smelly. Ah, at least we're out now, and Ah Yuan can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Not only was Ji Xiaofeng there, but Wang Baodao was also there.
Upon seeing Xiao Ayuan, Wang Baodao smiled and reached out to take his hand: "Young Master, you're quite the catch."
Looking at the stairwell again, he jogged up to greet her with a smile: "President Song, it's been a long time."
Today, Song Yuanchao was wearing a leather jacket, the winter uniform of Nie's bodyguards. But it was different from the ones sold on the market. The ones on the market were shiny but stiff and had a plastic smell. The one Song Yuanchao was wearing was soft but stylish and had a faint leather scent. Of course, it was also expensive, reportedly costing tens of thousands of yuan.
He knew his colleagues were envious and jealous of him, so he glared at them and said, "Get out of here."
This small rooftop is not far from Zhang Ziqiang's house, and it's on the 8th floor. Some time ago, after Chen Ke and his team found it, they discovered that its angle was particularly suitable for observing Zhang Ziqiang's house, so they rented the whole thing.
There were seven or eight rooms on the rooftop, but they didn't use them; they only used them to observe Cheung Tze-keung.
Today, Guo Xiaobai, along with the three veterans from the mainland, is right next to Zhang Ziqiang's house, in an old opium den, or if it were a small restaurant, on the rooftop of a small building. It's just across an alley from Zhang Ziqiang's house.
This can be described as the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Cheung Tze-keung's house is the most traditional, a century-old stone building, surrounded on all four sides with a courtyard in the middle.
He can't be seen from high up, because although his house also has a rooftop, he's not there.
But you can see those veterans chatting idly on the rooftop, occasionally exchanging a few moves and throwing darts at each other.
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