Chapter 167

"Next time I'll let him go out sideways."

Yan Wangchuan's tone is cold and hard, and his cool feeling permeates people.

He had a very tough attitude and sat there with a straight waist.

There was a brief silence in the office of the police station. The policeman in charge of the incident reached out and pointed to Yan Wangchuan. He was so angry that he didn't say anything for a few minutes.

Even those arrogant little gangsters outside, here, which is not obedient, dare not make a noise, this person is good.

It's so rude to beat people up.

It's amazing.

They have also investigated the whole story. They can also guess why Yan Wangchuan made the move. But after all, there is something wrong with the move, so they can be a little soft and let them close the case quickly?

Encountered this stubble, the police are desperate.

Yan Wangchuan looked at him like this. He was a cold-blooded man. At the moment, when he reached out to serve him, his face was even more gloomy and cold.

Police angrily put down their fingers, "Yan Wangchuan, you..."

"Bullying women, even their own daughters are not let go, not worthy of husband, father, or even a man." Yan Wangchuan stopped for a moment.

"We will deal with this matter, but are you too extreme just now?"

"I'm not going to apologize."

The police are so angry that they are stubborn

He patted the table, "if you do this again, I can lock you in for a few days!"

As soon as Yan Wangchuan was about to speak, he was interrupted by the voice.

"Shut up Qiao Aiyun listened at the door for a long time. He was so angry that he rushed in and cut off what he wanted to say.

Yan Wangchuan watched Qiao Aiyun come, slightly turned his head, and he really stopped talking.

Song Fengwan lies at the door and looks inside. Yan Shugang is still so horizontal. Now he really counsels.

"Comrade police, it's really wrong for him to hit people. Don't listen to his nonsense. He really knows his mistake." Qiao Aiyun smiles.

Yan Wangchuan is about to speak, but Qiao Aiyun stares back.

He pursed the corners of his mouth into a slit, which seemed very dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to say.

That's a bit of a struggle.

"Well, it's OK to know what's wrong. In fact, song Jingren doesn't intend to investigate. Just pay for the medical expenses." The police also know that Yan Wangchuan will not admit his mistake. Now Qiao Aiyun comes out to give each other a step, and he doesn't want to entangle with this stubborn cow.

It's too difficult.

"He also wants to investigate..." Yan Wangchuan just opened his mouth, Qiao Aiyun gouged him out.

"When can we go then?" Qiao Aiyun asked in a low voice.

Before Yan Wangchuan beat song Jingren, he was also called by the police for questioning. However, Qiao Aiyun used to talk with him at that time. He didn't speak very much. He wasn't as tough as he is now.

"Later, my colleagues will finish the record and sign it. Don't be so impulsive next time." The police sighed. When they met Yan Wangchuan, they also had a headache.

"Then let him stay away from their mother and daughter." Yan Wangchuan's tone is cold.

The policeman reached out and pinched his eyebrows.

Song Jingren is also an unfortunate person.

It is reasonable to say that his injury is to sue Yan Wangchuan for intentional injury, but he just swallowed the resentment. In the final analysis, he is still bullying his wife and daughter, but he dare not sue Yan Wangchuan.

It's nothing more than the fear of the Yan family behind him. He deserves to be beaten. Take it for himself.

Since Song Jingren said not to investigate, the police naturally will not bite, let Yan Wangchuan signed out.

**

Song Fengwan is sitting outside the corridor of the police station, sending a message to Fu Chen, telling him that the matter has been solved.

When Qiao Aiyun came out, she was still stiff faced.

"Ma." Song Fengwan rushed to catch up with Yan Wangchuan.

Out of the police station, the north wind is rampant, mixed with the special wet meaning of the south wind, which is even colder. Qiao Aiyun goes to the door of the police station, looks around, stops a taxi, and drags song Fengwan to get on the bus.

"Master, drive." Joe Aiyun closes the door.

"Mom, uncle Yan hasn't got on the bus yet." Song Fengwan was surprised.

Qiao Aiyun didn't speak, so the driver had to drive away.

Yan Wangchuan stood at the gate of the police station, watching the taxi away, adding coolness to his lips.

Angry again?

**

Tiansheng community

Qiao Aiyun came home, took off her coat, sat on the sofa, arms in her hands, and was so angry that she couldn't breathe well.

Song Fengwan poured a glass of water and handed it to her, "Mom, how angry are you?"

"What else can I get angry with? That Yan Wangchuan... "Qiao Aiyun squeezed the water cup tightly, and when the words came to her mouth, she was swallowed again. It's better not to say this in front of the children.

"Uncle Yan is a little straight, but it's also for us. It's ok now. What are you angry about?"

"Straight? He just has no heart

Joe Aiyun is in a rage.

Fortunately, song Jingren didn't investigate today. If he does, Yan Wangchuan Bao will have to go in for a few days.

Before, they almost got married. At that time, her father and the Yan family even had the same birthday. She already felt sorry for the Yan family. If she made him suffer a lawsuit, she would feel even more uneasy.

Song Fengwan choked with a smile, "well, uncle Yan is not only absent-minded, but also dead hearted, otherwise how come thousands of miles from Nanjiang..."

"You..." Qiao Aiyun angrily reached out and poked her head all the time. "After two months away, your courage is really getting bigger and bigger. Are you kidding me? Who is used to you? "

Song Fengwan spits out his tongue and doesn't speak.

Qiao Ai Yun reached out and touched her face, "how is it? Does it hurt? "

"No pain."

"He is really crazy..."

Song Fengwan pursed his lips in silence.

Mother and daughter were silent for a long time, until the tea was cool, song Fengwan got up to change the hot water for her, "Mom, you just left uncle Yan in the police station, is he back to the hotel now?"

"I don't know." Qiao Aiyun is cold hum.

"I'm not a teenager or a boy in his early twenties. How can I do things so out of proportion?"

"When all these people come to the police station, how rude is it to talk to the police? He thought the police station was owned by his family! "

Seeing that she was so angry, song Fengwan took out her mobile phone and said, "then I'll call uncle Yan and ask..."

The phone calls, but the ringtone comes from the door.

Mother and daughter look at each other.

"Mom, uncle Yan..." song Fengwan pointed to the closed security door.

"Let him stay outside." Qiao Aiyun gets angry and takes her clothes to go back to her room.

"Mom, it's five degrees below zero in Yuncheng today." Song Feng whispered in the evening.

**

Yuncheng is no better than Beijing. As long as it is indoor, even the toilet is warm.

Here, the corridor of high-rise residential area is chilly. If the air conditioner is not turned on in the room, people can shiver with cold.

Qiao Aiyun went back to her room and stayed for a few minutes. Finally, she came out and opened the security door.

Yan Wangchuan is standing at the door. He usually goes out, either staying indoors or in the car, so he doesn't wear much. At the moment, his lips are a little blue with cold.

"What are you doing? Come in." Qiao Ai Yun frowns, side body lets him enter a room, "late evening, pour a glass of water for him."

Yan Wangchuan didn't make a sound and entered the room quietly.

"Uncle Yan, sit down." Song Fengwan pointed to the sofa.

Yan Wangchuan glances at Qiao Aiyun and seems to be waiting for her instructions.

"You see what I do, sit down."

Qiao Aiyun doesn't know what to say when he looks like this.

Song Feng poured two glasses of water in the evening, then quietly retreated, "you talk, I'll go back to my room to read."

She went into the room, her ears on the door, listening quietly to the outside.

After she came back, she knew that the sound insulation effect here was very poor. A little noise outside could be heard clearly inside the house.

After a long silence, Yan Wangchuan opened his mouth.

"Are you angry?" The tone of his voice was one word at a time, as if it was too hard for him to say that.

"Know what's wrong with you?" Qiao Aiyun looks at him seriously.

"I won't be soft next time."

Yan Wangchuan looks cold and stiff, and has extraordinary persistence in this matter.

Song Fengwan can guess that his mother's face is very ugly at the moment even if he can't see it.

"Are you angry that I shouldn't hit him? How do you feel Yan Wangchuan, a straight man, has a business mind, but he is slow and slow in emotion. He has never chased anyone, and he doesn't know what a woman thinks. He can only guess that they may not be in love.

"Heartache?" Joe Aiyun smiles, "then my brain may be squeezed by the door."

Yan Wangchuan's fingers, which he had been holding tightly, suddenly loosened.

No feelings.

"I mean, you hit people first..."

"I'm right." Yan Wangchuan argued.

Qiao Aiyun clenched the water cup in her hand, hoping to pour the water directly on his face.

She forced her anger, "yes, you're right, but now that you're at the police station, should you change your attitude?"

"In front of the police? What do you think? "

"Do you really want to go in for a few days? You're old and old, too. Can't you do things properly? "

If at ordinary times, Qiao Aiyun never dares to talk to Yan Wangchuan like this. She has been afraid since she was a child. Today, she is also forced to worry. Who knows how nervous she is on her way to the police station for fear of making a big deal.

"Song Jingren is fighting a divorce lawsuit with you. He doesn't want to turn against me at this time and make enemies for himself."

If Yan Wangchuan is not sure about this, he doesn't dare to do it.

"I haven't seen anyone who wants to walk sideways when I get to the police station."

"I usually do things in a proper way. You don't have to worry about that." Yan Wangchuan's tone is serious.

Qiao Aiyun light Shen, "discretion? Do you have this? I'm more and more ruthless. I don't know. I think you often fight with people. "

"No

"Not yet?" Qiao Aiyun said softly,

"I've had two fights in my life." Yan Wangchuan looks cold and his voice is firm.

Qiao Aiyun had a stomach fire, he said, completely lost his temper.

In my life, the only way to fight with others is because of myself.

What else can she say.

It's just that his eyes are astringent and his nose is sore. If he and I could sit down and talk for a while, maybe their relationship would be another scene.

Qiao Aiyun Yu Guang suddenly saw that his knuckles were bruised, "are you injured?"

"I didn't control my strength just now."

"I'll get the medicine box and deal with it for you." Qiao Aiyun gets up and looks for the medicine box.

Qiao Aiyun helped him disinfect the wound at the knuckle, put some ointment on it, and put on a band aid. "I have to deal with it myself when I go back."

Yan Wangchuan looked down at her and carefully helped him to deal with the wound. His palms were wide and big. He was held by her two hands. There were some thin cocoons in her finger abdomen, but the rest of her fingers were very soft. In winter, he applied hand cream, which had a faint smell of peony.

He had a fever in his ear, but he was still staring at her.

Is she worried about herself?

"Why didn't you knock on the door since you were at the door just now?" Qiao Aiyun lowers her head to pack the medicine box.

"You're angry."

afraid to.

Qiao Ai Yun fingers meal, some warm heart, light should be a, did not speak.

He was

I always stare at myself, but seldom talk to myself. Don't I dare?

How can there be such a sullen person in the world.

It's all 40 or 50 years old. Qiao Aiyun doesn't know how to describe him.

**

Yan Wangchuan stayed here for dinner, but he didn't say much. However, Qiao Aiyun brought him some dishes. Song Fengwan clearly noticed that he seemed a little embarrassed.

He is still so innocent at his age. He has an inexplicable sense of contrast.

Usually pretend to be so horizontal, in front of her mother, that is to say, it's just strong outside but strong in the middle.

Qiao Aiyun handed him the key to the car. "Your car is still at the gate of Yuncheng University. Take time to drive it."

"Well." Yan Wangchuan nodded, took the key, or a pair of ice face.

When he got out of the community, the assistant's car was already waiting.

The bandage tasted great, and the assistant noticed the abnormality on his hand as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Mr. Yan, are you hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital? "

"No Yan Wangchuan looked down at his fingers, and suddenly thought of Qiao Aiyun repeatedly wiping his medicine.

Suddenly I laughed

The assistant was almost freaked out.

Damn, he's been with Yan Wangchuan for more than six years, and he hasn't laughed like that.

Hell at night.