Who moved my novel?

"Hiss! This person actually ran away!" Dong Peng frowned: "Did you react so quickly?"

"What's wrong? Uncle?" Yi Yi held the teapot and refilled Dong Peng's glass of water: "Is there any accident?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that a few of the targets we originally planned to kill ran away." Dong Peng shook his head and thought for a moment: "It doesn't matter, I will find others."

"How can I help?"

"Hmm..." Dong Peng thought for a while: "Well, you go to this address and help me see if anyone is home."

With that said, Dong Peng took out an envelope, the address on which was a certain street in Chixin City.

"Do you know the place?" Dong Peng asked as he looked at them one by one.

"I know." Nodded one by one: "I used to go there often when I was begging. That street is also a good place, a wealthy area, and most of the residents are middle-aged people. As long as you pester for a while, you can always get a few bucks. It just takes a little effort and only gets the smallest bill in his wallet.”

"Thank you for your hard work." Dong Peng sighed slightly and rubbed Yiyi's hair: "I won't make you homeless again."

"Hehe, it's nothing hard." Yiyi didn't care, smiled, and picked up the envelope: "Then I'm leaving. What does uncle want to eat at night? I'll bring it back by the way."

"Let's make braised pork ribs. Do you know how to cook them?" Dong Peng thought for a while and asked.

"I don't know how to braise in braise, can I stew it plain?" Yiyi scratched his head in embarrassment.

"It's okay." Dong Peng shook his head: "If you don't know, forget it. Just buy the ribs and I'll show you my skills."

…

"You're finally back?" Enchantress quickly landed in front of a villa: "That's great. It's not in vain. I will never forget my original intention and come to see you every day."

After saying that, the enchantress casually pinned a blue enchantress on the gate of the villa courtyard.

…

"Knock, knock, knock!" A little boy knocked on the door of a villa.

"Knock knock knock!" The boy continued to knock on the door, seeming a little anxious.

"Who is it?" A middle-aged woman's voice came: "It's coming, it's coming, don't worry."

As the door opened, a little beggar appeared in front of the woman.

"You want some change, right?" Although the middle-aged woman had a fierce look, she had an unexpectedly good temper: "Wait for me a moment, and I'll get it for you."

"Hello." The beggar said: "Hello, beautiful lady, I am not here to beg. In fact, someone asked me to deliver a letter to your husband."

"A letter to my husband?" The middle-aged woman looked at the little beggar with some confusion: "Where is the letter, young man?"

"Here." The boy pulled out a letter from the old backpack behind him: "Here you go."

"Thank you." The middle-aged woman finished the letter and looked at the address and name on it. It was really her home.

Although she was confused about who had sent it, the middle-aged woman was not worried that it was a prank by the little beggar or something. After all, judging from the words above, the person who wrote the letter was at least well-educated.

"Beautiful lady..." The boy looked at the middle-aged woman and did not leave.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The middle-aged woman slapped her forehead: "I'm so sorry, young man, I forgot, please wait for me."

After saying that, the middle-aged woman turned around and walked into the house, then came back after a few minutes.

"Come on, come on, young man." The woman handed the boy a small bill and took out a piece of cake: "I'll give you a piece of cake I made myself. When I was young, I opened a cake shop, and the cakes I made were famous far and wide. !”

"Thank you, kind and beautiful lady!" The boy quickly nodded his thanks and added another modifier in front of beautiful.

"You're welcome, young man, thank you." The middle-aged woman said goodbye to the little beggar with a smile. She watched the little beggar leave her yard before closing the door and returning to the house.

"Who is it?" A man in the room asked doubtfully.

"A little beggar brings you a letter." The woman said, holding the letter in her hand: "But it's strange, whose letter is it?"

"Little beggar?" The man raised his eyebrows: "Have you given him money?"

"Of course!" The woman nodded immediately: "Do I look like the kind of person who doesn't tip?"

"Oh!" The man slapped his forehead: "You were defrauded of money again! They must have done this on purpose! Throw it away now!"

With that said, the man was about to snatch the envelope away.

"I only gave you a little change." The woman frowned slightly: "Besides, you didn't read the content, how did you know that I was cheated? What if someone really wrote you a letter? Anyway, I saw that young man Binbin Being polite doesn’t look like a bad person.”

"People who look good are often not good people!" The man snorted coldly and went to get the letter again.

However, the woman moved away: "Are you talking about yourself?"

"Of course I'm a good person."

"Suppose you are." The woman shrugged: "Let me see what's inside the envelope? Oh, by the way, I think the handwriting on this envelope looks like it was written by a woman. Do you think it could be your daughter? A love letter written by a student?”

"Stop talking." The man quickly waved his hand: "I haven't taught for many years, where did the female students come from?"

"Maybe it was from the past?" the woman said, tearing open the seal of the letter: "This envelope looks quite unique."

"I'll do it!" The man quickly pressed the woman's hand holding the letter: "Maybe it's from the school, in case it's confidential..."

"Impossible." The woman glanced at the man: "Do you think I'm a fool? Top-secret content will not be written in this kind of letter, and it is even more impossible for a little beggar to fall into the hands of a little beggar."

After saying that, the woman tried to pull out the letter again.

"Wait!" The man simply snatched the letter: "Let me do it, after all, it's my letter, I'll show it to you after I finish reading it."

"Are you hiding something from me?" The woman frowned: "You have been very nervous since you saw the letter. Could it really be your former female student?"

"No, what's possible?" The man smiled again and again: "You know my former female students, they all went to all over the country, and there are only a few left in Chixin City. How is it possible?"

"Then take it out now!" The woman raised her eyebrows, sat on the sofa, and crossed her legs: "I want to see who wrote the letter to you that made you dare not show it to me!"

"Gudu."

The woman could hear the man swallowing his saliva clearly.

"Open it!" The woman said coldly, and the man almost dropped the envelope in his hand on the ground.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The man trembled as he opened the envelope and carefully pulled out a piece of letter paper from it.

"Open it!" the woman continued to order.

"Yes." The man unfolded the letter paper, and his hand holding the letter could not help but tremble slightly.