Chapter 129

At 3 a.m., the police station not only welcomed the leaders of the two dark forces, but also brought the first young major general of China.

Guo Yi has been a bully in city a for so many years and has achieved mediocre results. At most, he has caught a thief and a wanted criminal. Why did he stab such a big hornet's nest when he wanted to please his superiors for the first time, and he is still the kind that is easy to ask God and difficult to send God.

For men with such a serious and serious attitude, Guo Yi, who is smooth and flexible in officialdom for the first time, can't show his talents.

"Well, let's come here first today? Don't worry, young general. We will speed up the investigation and try to give Miss Qin an answer as soon as possible. Originally, Miss Qin was only a student and had little to do with this matter." he was so embarrassed that he was incoherent that he even moved out the reasons that the girl refuted before.

And this also successfully made the indifferent man frown, revealing his dissatisfaction, and his voice became colder and colder. "Bureau chief Guo, if only you knew, I suggest you read the juvenile protection law again. Creating this atmosphere late at night and interrogating a female student with uncivilized language has violated her rights and interests. Moreover, she will go to school tomorrow."

The last sentence was definitely the top priority of the finishing touch. Qin Qing, who was next to the wall, couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Guo Yi also smoked the fat on his face. Unexpectedly, his polite words attracted the anger of the other party. He had to say with a stiff smile: "I really didn't think about this matter well. Please forgive me, young general."

In the end, each other is small and low, and each other is not subordinate to the upper and lower levels in the same system. The man does not continue to study deeply. Nodding is to expose the matter. As soon as his sight is swept, his eyes fall sharply on the girl who has been deliberately avoiding, "let's go."

Qin Qing knew he couldn't hide. He just answered and pursed his lips, looking very clever.

When Kan Kan was about to walk out of the door of the interrogation room, Guo Yi, who hesitated on one side, finally lowered his voice and said earnestly, "Miss Qin, I promise to solve the matter with the casino all night as soon as possible. I just hope you don't remember the villain and let my wife go. She... Is innocent."

Knowing that his previous despicable behavior was also framing the innocent, Guo Yi blushed with shame.

Qin Qing ran over her high-heeled shoes and just kept a distance from each other's shoulders. She stepped a little. She turned her face sideways and showed a very decent smile. She nodded gently as if she was greeting. In her mouth, she whispered, "Guo Bureau doesn't have to be nervous. Your wife is resting at home safely. I think all you need is a new telephone line."

Until the black skirt gradually disappeared with the crisp sound of high-heeled shoes and disappeared at the door of the police station near 4 a.m., Guo Yi was stunned for a long time before he reacted. Looking at a room full of subordinates and a deserted interrogation room, his mood was unspeakably complex.

The cell phone in his pocket rang. Without looking at it, he pressed the connect button. A familiar voice from his wife came from the microphone.

"Husband, haven't you come home yet? I'm a little scared. Someone just fired a firecracker outside. I got up and saw that the telephone line was cut. When can you come back?"

Facing the nervous tone of the people at the bedside, Guo Yi felt a pain in his heart, forced out a smile and comforted: "I'll go back now. Sleep at ease. It'll be fine."

At this moment, he finally realized a truth.

Even if Feng Yan didn't appear, he couldn't stay with the casino all night. The 17-year-old girl was far more thoughtful and talked and laughed than he thought. Maybe the opponent didn't even know how he died.

Qin Qing is also glad that he only cut the telephone line short and didn't take action.

At five o'clock in the morning, the summer sky has been slightly white. The light falls on the coastline, and a faint touch of red can be seen. The black Jeep drives all the way around the high-speed back to the villa area. The two people in the back of the car are terribly silent.

When Qin Qing returned to the quiet garden area after two months, she was a little as if she had been separated from the world. She stood by the car and was soon called back by the house.

"Mr. Feng, Xiaoqing, why did you come back together?" Oman ran out of the garden with an apron. At first sight, she was stunned by the girl's black dress. Then she frowned and said with worry: "Why have you lost so much weight? Is it bad to live in school, or is it too stressful to study? Oh, how long has it been like this? There's not much meat..."

Missing for a long time and worrying have become habitual chatters. The girl has hardly had a chance to interrupt, and she reads about entering the house at one breath.

Finally, Feng Yan, the head of the family, ordered dinner to stop the spread of the topic.

"Come on, drink a bowl of chicken soup first to make up for your health." Oman, who has developed breakfast into a luxury lunch version, still boos the cold and asks for warmth at the dinner table. When you turn around, you don't forget to take care of the owner's family. "Mr. Feng, you also drink a bowl. You often run outside. The food can't keep up. You can make up for it."

Perhaps after living in the garden for a long time, Oman was no longer afraid of the cold face of his master, and his words were very amiable.

The quiet man took the chicken soup and nodded his thanks. As a result, the bowl of clear yellow and rich soup turned in mid air and fell to another position.

"..." Qin Qing, who was quietly drinking the soup, looked up and saw another bowl at hand.

"Er..." the table was quiet for a second. Oman looked at the male host who was not allowed to enter, turned his eyes back to the two bowls of chicken soup, hesitated for a long time, seemed to summon up the courage and said, "don't......" drink too much, or you won't be able to eat later.

Oman is the one who knows her habits best.

But before the words were finished, the sudden action of the girl eating gracefully opposite succeeded in blocking her words.

The chicken soup in the blue and white porcelain bowl came to an end. Qin Qing, who was supposed to eat, did not move his chopsticks, but pushed away the empty bowl and continued to drink the second bowl slowly with spoons.

Although there was no embarrassment in her face, Oman was sensitive and noticed something wrong.

Watching the second bowl of chicken soup finish, Oman finally breathed a sigh of relief, took a chopstick and handed it over, "eat your favorite sour bamboo shoots and go to the oil smell of chicken soup."

When two bowls of chicken soup dried up, she was tired of it.

Just the next second, the ruthless host also stretched out his chopsticks, took the same dish, and then... Put it into the same bowl.

Oman's loving mouth stiffened. Then he looked at the girl opposite and ate half a bowl of pickled bamboo shoots.

The atmosphere seemed more and more strange.