Ye Lan turned his head and glanced at the curved quilt.
Chen Zihao is a real second-generation rich man with a lot of money and naivety. The two had an intersection. The original owner happened to encounter Chen Zihao being robbed by gangsters when he returned home from studying at night. He bought time for the police to arrive, and reached out to save Chen Zihao, who was beaten with a black nose and swollen eyes. The latter two could become good friends, probably because the co-driver's son lacked love. Faced with the fact that the original owner didn't care about his money, unlike other people with intentions who deliberately circled around him, the original owner, who was both good in character and academics, naturally attracted his attention.
Thanks to the way the two got along with each other, they often bickered secretly, which saved her a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Ye Lan shut down the computer, stood up and looked out the window. The sky was dark and the wind was cool.
***
At 7:59 the next day, Ye Lan, who had just eaten a bowl of steamed dumplings, rubbed his belly with satisfaction and walked into the Jinhai Police Station with small steps.
At a glance, he saw a line of police officers already lined up in the police station lobby.
After Ye Lan had eaten and drank enough, he was satisfied even with a dog, and took the initiative to say hello to everyone, "Good morning, brothers."
The people lined up neatly had different expressions on their faces, "..."
Seeing that no one made a sound among the neatly arranged people, Ye Lan retracted his smile and stood at the back of the queue.
Lu Kuoshan looked at the person coming, his usually serious face tightened, "The last person standing in line, get out of the line!"
Following Lu Kuoshan's order, everyone's eyes rarely unanimously fell on someone consciously. As soon as someone was reluctant to stand upright like everyone else, she yawned and opened her mouth. While yawning, she lowered her eyes to look at her toes, not paying attention to the looks from around her.
As he watched, Ye Lan, who was originally full of energy, felt tiredness cross his eyes.
"The last person standing in line, come out!" Everyone heard their army repeat this sentence again, and the playfulness on many people's faces became more and more intense.
Lin Yanjun studied psychology. Looking at Ye Lan's drooping look, he knew that he didn't pay attention to anyone calling him. He was distracted, so he pretended to clear his throat and cough a few times.
Ye Lan slowly raised her eyes and looked at Lin Yanjun with hazy eyes, only to find that many people around her were staring at her dimly.
"???" Ye Lan tried his best to open his eyelids, moved his eyeballs, touched his firm and fair face with his hands, then curled his lips with a sly smile, "Brothers, please don't look at me with such greedy eyes. I, I know I’m handsome, so there’s no need to keep my handsome face locked up motionlessly, I’d be embarrassed.”
"..." The expressions on everyone's faces were cracked. Why didn't they realize that this intern was so courageous before? He was joking in front of Lu Kuoshan, who was famously called Bao Qingtian, and they silently lit a stick of incense for the intern.
remarkably brave.
It is true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers.
"It's only three things. Those who are self-aware should come up and review themselves. Stop talking nonsense. If you are a man, you dare to admit your mistakes!" Lu Kuoshan's complexion was dark, and it was not clear whether he was angry or calm, but his tone of voice was unusually heavy and powerful.
Although the listener didn't mean it, the speaker meant it. Even the dullest person could understand who Lu Kuoshan was warning.
Ye Lan calmly glanced at the tall man standing not far away, and secretly suppressed the urge to yawn again.
She just stood there, motionless.
Lu Kuoshan frowned and looked at his motionless movements. His hands hanging beside his legs moved slightly. He was about to get angry when he was interrupted by the man who walked into the door of the police station.
The man was wearing a blood-colored gray shirt with a large block value on his upper body and black pants. His face was anxious, his bloody hands were shaking, his legs were shaking, and he hesitated and said, "There are... there are a lot of... Meat!"
