Chapter 1104

Jian Qiu said softly: "Mine didn't come."

Zhou Andong was completely confused: "What didn't come?"

"..."

Jian Qiu looked at Zhou Andong speechlessly, making Zhou Andong feel a chill in his heart.

"Look, look, you're angry again. If there's something, just say it directly; you have to make me guess."

Seeing Zhou Andong's aggrieved look, Jian Qiu couldn't help but laugh.

"My period didn't come. It should have come today, but there's been no movement."

Zhou Andong was stunned for a moment, then let out a roar, jumping from the sofa to the floor in excitement.

"Re... really?"

Jian Qiu nodded vigorously: "My cycle is very regular; you know that. If it doesn't come tomorrow, then it should be..."

"Ha!" Zhou Andong danced around excitedly.

Jian Qiu laughed out loud, grabbing Zhou Andong, who was jumping around like a monkey.

"Alright, alright, be quiet. If it doesn't come tomorrow, find a chance to go to the hospital for a check-up."

"Let's go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow." Zhou Andong couldn't wait.

"What's the rush?" Jian Qiu leaned into Zhou Andong's arms, looking happy: "Wait two days and see. What if it's because I've been tired these past few days?"

"No!" Zhou Andong was very certain: "I have a premonition; I guarantee it's happened."

"Don't be like that." Jian Qiu advised: "The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Just in case, keep a normal mindset."

"That's also true!" Zhou Andong got up and bent down to pick Jian Qiu up.

"What are you doing?" Jian Qiu was shocked, "Before we're sure, we definitely can't."

"I'm afraid you're tired, so I'm carrying you to sleep." Zhou Andong rolled his eyes at her: "Your thoughts are too impure."

Jian Qiu laughed, wrapping her arms around Zhou Andong's neck, looking at him without blinking, her love so thick it couldn't be melted.

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November 6, 1993, the 23rd day of the ninth lunar month, Saturday!

The North had already entered winter, and Beijing had welcomed its first snow of the winter, dyeing the entire gray city in a layer of white.

People on the street were all wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, scarves, and hats.

Those riding bicycles were also wearing cotton gloves.

A brand-new Santana taxi stopped under an old, dilapidated tube building.

A middle-aged man got out of the car and looked up at the sky where fine snowflakes were drifting.

"Winter this year came a bit early; it's too cold."

The middle-aged man exhaled, turned around, bent down, got into the car, took out the breakfast he had bought, as well as the morning paper, and then took the car keys and locked the car door.

"Oh!"

An old man in his sixties with graying hair came out of the hallway and greeted the middle-aged man enthusiastically.

"Guoyong is back."

"Uncle Zhao!"

Dou Guoyong said with a smile: "I went out early today and haven't eaten yet. I sent a guest to the airport, came back to buy some breakfast, and am going to eat with my parents."

The old man shook his head and said: "It's fortunate that Old Dou has a big son like you who knows how to be filial; if he had to rely on the second one..."

Dou Guoyong smiled: "Uncle Zhao, it's too cold today; I have to go up, otherwise the breakfast will get cold."

"Go up, go up." The old man waved his hand, then suddenly thought of something and shouted hurriedly: "Wait!"

Dou Guoyong stopped and asked suspiciously: "Is there anything else, Uncle Zhao?"

The old man whispered: "Is your sister working at that foreign company, Xiangjiang Qiudongfang?"

"Yes!" Dou Guoyong nodded: "What's wrong?"

The old man looked around mysteriously: "I heard that this area is going to be demolished, that Xiangjiang Qiudongfang is going to build a building here, and there's also some shopping plaza. Have you heard from your sister Xiaomin if it's true?"

"There's such a thing?" Dou Guoyong shook his head: "I don't know. When I run into Xiaomin, I'll ask her."

"Good, good, good!" The old man nodded vigorously: "When you run into Xiaomin, you must ask."

"Okay!" Dou Guoyong promised and stepped into the hallway.

Arriving at the third floor, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, and a woman's voice came from inside.

"Coming!"

Immediately after, a woman around thirty years old opened the door.

"Xiaomin?" Dou Guoyong entered the door: "It's early in the morning, why are you here? You didn't have a fight with Hongwei, did you?"

"No!"

Dou Xiaomin yawned, looking like she hadn't woken up yet.

"Our company is going to build a headquarters building and is currently demolishing. I've been especially busy lately, working overtime until very late every day. Mom and Dad's place is close to the company, so I've been living here recently."

"Mom, don't make breakfast anymore. My big brother is here and bought breakfast."

Dou Xiaomin shouted to the old lady who had just gotten up and was preparing to make breakfast.

Dou Guoyong put the breakfast on the table and saw a burning fire basin on the floor.

"It's so cold, why don't you light the stove? What use is this fire basin?"

Dou Xiaomin pursed her lips at the room: "This was only after my strong request that they let me have a fire basin."

Dou Guoyong said: "I'll go out and buy some coal balls in a while. Winter this year came a bit early; how can you not light the stove?"

"Why not?" The old man came out of the room: "It's just the beginning of November; it's not too cold yet. Why light the stove? Let's talk about it at the end of the month."

Dou Guoyong was very helpless: "Government agencies and those high-end residential areas have had heating since the end of October. If you don't light the stove now, what will you do if you get sick from the cold? Besides, we aren't short of money to buy coal balls."

"Nonsense!" The old man glared: "After driving a taxi for a few days, you're saying this and that. How much money do you make?"

Dou Xiaomin chuckled, and Dou Guoyong didn't dare to mention buying coal balls again.

"Just now downstairs, I ran into Uncle Zhao. He said this area is going to be demolished, that your company is going to build a building here, and there's also some shopping plaza. Is it true or false?"

"True!" Dou Xiaomin nodded: "The district is currently negotiating with Yuxi Real Estate, and there shouldn't be any big problems."

"Yuxi Real Estate?" Dou Guoyong asked suspiciously: "Isn't it your company? Where did Yuxi Real Estate come from?"

Dou Xiaomin yawned again, lazily sitting in a chair: "Yuxi Real Estate is a wholly-owned subsidiary of our company."

Dou Guoyong understood and asked excitedly: "Tell me, how much demolition compensation can we get for our house?"

Dou Xiaomin waved her hand: "Don't take money, take a house. Although this is a tube building, there's definitely no problem with getting a small two-bedroom apartment."

At this time, they heard the old man curse angrily: "It's simply outrageous. These people only know how to talk nonsense. The police have already said that the so-called returning overseas Chinese businessman fled to avoid punishment. How can they still say he was killed by Zhou Andong?"

Dou Xiaomin went over and snatched the newspaper from the old man's hand. When she saw the commentary article on it, her brows furrowed.

This article wasn't scolding Zhou Andong, but questioning those so-called public intellectuals who, without evidence, pinned the Song Ziyi disappearance case on Zhou Andong, clearly harboring evil intentions.