"I'm not sure yet," Cheng Boyan pinched the mango dice on his clothes, looked at it for a long time but didn't know where to throw it. "But the injury is not serious, the burn area is not large, and the wound on his body is mainly trauma."

"Take it?" Xiang Xi frowned, then looked at the mango dice in Cheng Boyan's hand, "Twist it on the ground, the trash can is outside the door."

Cheng Boyan stood up and planned to take the mango dice to the door and throw it away.

As soon as he stood up, Xiang Xi also stood up with him and was close to him. He was stunned and laughed. The two of them walked side by side to the door, opened the door, walked out, and threw away the mango diced ones.

Then he retreated back to the house side by side, closed the door, turned side by side and returned to the bed to sit down.

After the commercials on TV were finished, the music of the news started, Xiang Xi suddenly sat upright, and the cup in his hand was almost pinched flat.

"Stop spreading," Cheng Boyan took the cup and scooped a spoonful of mango dices, "I want to eat mangoes, right?"

"Yeah." Xiang Xi stared at the TV.

Cheng Boyan handed the mango dice to his mouth, and opened his mouth and ate the mango dice into his mouth.

The headlines of the news were indeed a fire. While the anchor was talking nonsense at the beginning, Cheng Boyan saw the words under the picture at a glance.

Drug production tools were found at the Zhaojiayao fire site, which were suspected to be drug production dens.

Then the scene turned to the fire scene, and the reporter stood in front of the half-burned house with a microphone.

Xiang Xi probably didn't have time to read the words, but he could still understand them.

He stared at the screen motionlessly, his hands shaking gently, and Cheng Boyan's arm that was still on his shoulder could feel his body trembling.

"Xiang Xi." After the news was broadcast, Cheng Boyan withdrew his arms and called him softly.

"Did you hear it?" Xiang Xi asked, his eyes still staring at the TV.

"I heard it." Cheng Boyan said.

"This is dried steamed buns," Xiang Xi pointed to the screen. "I just said that the suspect in the arson has woken up and the police are conducting further investigations."

"Well, I heard it." Cheng Boyan said.

Xiang Xi didn't say anything anymore, and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and said for a long time: "I thought he was going to burn Erpan to death."

"It's troublesome if you really burn it to death," Cheng Boyan scooped a spoon of fruit and handed it to his mouth, "Papaya?"

"Manbu, is this considered smart?" Xiang Xi opened his mouth and caught the papaya, chewed it for a few times, and then laughed for a while before saying, "These things are from Uncle Ping, and he forced Uncle Ping to the dead end."

"Do you know Uncle Ping does these?" Cheng Boyan looked at him and asked.

"I don't know," Xiang Xi closed his smile, "I just guessed that the four men of the old man always came over before I left, and saw the sky staying in Uncle Ping's house."

"If this is the case," Cheng Boyan thought for a while, "Mantou chose the most self-protection method. Whether he was reporting or burning Uncle Ping, he might be retaliated. He burned their den in this way...at least now he will be well protected."

"Well," Xiang Xi raised his eyebrows, "So smart."

Cheng Boyan didn't say anything, holding the cup of fruit in his hand, and poked the fruit in his small spoon back and forth, Xiang Xi kept looking at him.

Mantou will not die, Mantou is safe now. If this matter is related to Uncle Ping, then Uncle Ping will definitely not be able to escape and will definitely be arrested...

Although this incident is a bit uneasy for Xiang Xi, it can be roughly classified into good things. Apart from what will happen to Mantou in the future, it is still uncertain. Is it going to jail? How many years will it take?

Cheng Boyan looked a little uneasy, which made him a little confused. Cheng Boyan would not be doing this for the steamed bun, but for himself.

But why?

When Cheng Boyan subconsciously scooped a spoonful of sugar water and put it in his mouth, Xiang Xi finally touched his arm: "What's wrong with you?"

Using spoons that others have used and eating things that others have eaten is something that Cheng Boyan would never do under normal circumstances.

"Hmm?" Cheng Boyan looked at him.

"You've taken my saliva," Xiang Xi said.

Cheng Boyan was stunned for a moment, put the spoon back into the cup, and handed it to Xiang Xi: "You continue eating."

"What's wrong with you?" Xiang Xi took the cup and asked again.

"Xiang Xi," Cheng Boyan frowned, "Here is the supermarket, please resign."

"What?" Xiang Xi was stunned and sat up with his arms, "What did you say? Resign?"

"Yeah," Cheng Boyan still frowned, "Live there."

"What?" Xiang Xi was even more surprised. He didn't know what Cheng Boyan meant, nor did he know what he meant when he said this.

"If the den is burned, it will definitely be exposed," Cheng Boyan looked at him. "Uncle Ping and Erpan must have run away last night as long as they are not fooled by their brains. The police said that they are also conducting further investigations. They did not say that they were caught. Do you understand what I mean?"

"You mean Uncle Ping will..." Xiang Xi said softly.

"If he didn't know it was done by steamed bun, he would infer who did it," Cheng Boyan said slowly, "We should only infer that it was you or steamed bun, right? Whether it was his enemies or accomplices, it would be impossible to do such a thing."

"Well," Xiang Xi understood what Cheng Boyan meant, "Mantou is in the hospital now. If he wants to take revenge... he can only find me?"

"I'm not sure, it's just possible," Cheng Boyan stood up, "If such a person is forced to this level, he can do anything."

Xiang Xi suddenly felt a little chill on his back.

"But..." Xiang Xi was still hesitant. Although he knew that even if Uncle Ping and Erpan had no time to escape, their subordinates would not be able to come to him, he would not be willing to give up his current job and his new life just now.

"Even if Mantou found you that day because he had followed you before, he found you. It's not difficult for others to find you," Cheng Boyan walked around the hut, "You can't take risks."

"Then my job..." Xiang Xi was still hesitant.

"You can also find it. You can go to the tea shop after you finish your tea art in two or three months. This is not a problem," Cheng Boyan walked up to him and bent down to look at him. "Now I want you to live in my house. I will follow you when you go out and stay under my nose."

Xiang Xi opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

"Do you understand?" Cheng Boyan still looked at him.

"I understand," Xiang Xi said, "but... I'm afraid..."
Chapter completed!