The system takes me to pull hatred

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Mao Yuling's home.

As the sleep reminder alarm clock rang, Mao Yuling turned off the TV, walked into the bathroom, washed up, and got ready for bed.

As everyone knows, there is a figure standing in the bedroom at some point.

"Officer Mao, good evening!"

"Ling Chen?" Mao Yuling couldn't help being startled when she saw the person coming, "Why are you here? How did you get in? You don't think you want to do something dirty to me, do you? Don't mess around!"

"Stop, stop, don't use your evil thoughts to judge my character." Ling Chen waved his hand, and said straight to the point: "I'm here to give you a big gift."

"Great gift?" Mao Yuling was taken aback.

Ling Chen nodded, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Mao Yuling froze, quickly locked the door tightly, and drew the curtains.

After doing all this, she looked at Ling Chen, breathing heavily: "Are you kidding me?"

"You'll know it just by looking at it." Ling Chen took out several documents and account books from the lockbox, and placed them in front of Mao Yuling.

Mao Yuling paused, flipped through the pages, and her pupils immediately shrank into needles.

Because of her insight and determination as a policeman, she couldn't help being shocked by the documents and account books in front of her.

On the account book, there are records of the bribers of the Wang Group in the past three years, including the time and place.

And these documents are signed treaties, which can be regarded as restrictions, and the two have been grasshoppers on the same rope since then.

After a long time, Mao Yuling took a deep breath, looked at Ling Chen, and asked tremblingly, "Where did you get these things?"

As the captain of the police station in the first district of Xihong City, she knew that if the thing in her hand was released, the Wang Group would collapse in an instant. As for Wang Duoqian and Wang Youqian, they would definitely be in jail.

Even some relevant officials have to be sentenced to five or six years in prison more or less.

Ling Chen smiled slightly: "I can't tell Officer Mao about this for now, but I think this thing should be a great gift to you."

"Yes!" Mao Yuling nodded heavily with excited eyes.

It can be said that as long as she handed over several documents and account books in her hand to the Commission for Discipline Inspection, it would be 100% a great achievement.

As a result, it is also a job promotion.

At least, the position of director general cannot escape.

"Ling Chen, why did you ask me to do this?"

In fact, Ling Chen could have sent these things to the Commission for Discipline Inspection, and he could take the credit all by himself.

However, he did not do this, but gave these things to himself and asked himself to submit them.

This is clearly giving credit to her!

Ling Chen said bluntly: "After these days of understanding, I can see that Officer Mao is an upright person. If so, why not let Officer Mao stand in a higher position and bring more justice to the people?"

"You deserve it!" Mao Yuling bowed down.

To this, Ling Chen smiled.

"Tomorrow, I will go with you to handle the case. It's getting late, so go to bed early."

After speaking, he jumped straight out of the window.

"This is the ninth floor, you." Mao Yuling's complexion changed drastically, and she rushed to the window, ready to call Ling Chen to stop.

However, when she looked down, she found that Ling Chen was already standing firmly on the ground, shaking his arms at her, and then slowly left.

"This guy is really not an ordinary person!"

Looking at the documents and books in her hand, and at the direction where Ling Chen disappeared, Mao Yuling's heart was full of shock.

It was already 11:30 when we returned to the Ling family villa.

As soon as he entered the hall of the villa, he heard a sharp shout from Fu Miaozhu suddenly came from upstairs.

"Help!"

Ling Chen's complexion changed slightly, and his footsteps swept by like the wind.

In less than five seconds, he rushed to the door of Fu Miaozhu's room with a fierce look, and kicked her door open: "Secretary Fu, what happened?"

"Pa-ta!" Just as he was about to ask what happened, a beautiful figure suddenly fell into his arms, interrupting his question directly.

Bursts of delicate fragrance lingered around Ling Chen's nose, immediately shaking his spirits.

The plump and soft feeling floating on his body made his soul tremble even more.

Although he enjoyed this feeling very much, due to the needs of the plot, Ling Chen still asked: "Secretary Fu, what happened?"

"There's a mouse in my room!" Fu Miaozhu buried his head deeply in Ling Chen's arms, and said in fear.

"Uh..." Ling Chen was speechless.

What's so scary about a little mouse?

Even though he was speechless, Ling Chen didn't say anything. Instead, he patted Fu Miaozhu's back lightly, while wiping the oil, comfortingly said: "Secretary Fu, mice are not that scary, but the tail is longer and the body is covered with Sparse body hair, visible scale rings, soft body hair, actually quite cute when you look closely.”

"Master, don't describe it!" Hearing this, Fu Miaozhu was even more frightened and hugged him even tighter.

Seeing this, Ling Chen coughed dryly and smiled, carefully looked at the crazily jumping mouse, feeling a little helpless: "Secretary Fu, that's just a toy mouse."

"Ah?" Fu Miaozhu was taken aback, covered his eyes and turned around, leaving only a gap in his vision, and slowly looked at the mouse.

"It's really fake!"

Ling Chen grabbed the toy mouse and frowned: "This must be someone's prank."

"Prank? Which guy is so over the top!" Fu Miaozhu puffed up, furious.

Ling Chen scanned the room and asked back: "Could it be Mengmeng?"

"Wow! Dad is so amazing, you can even guess it's me!"

As soon as the words fell, the wardrobe in the room was suddenly opened, and Mengmeng stuck out her tongue, and ran out bouncingly.

"Mengmeng?" Fu Miaozhu was taken aback for a moment, and then lightly tapped her small head with a powder fist: "You dare to play pranks at such a young age, you've learned badly!"

Mengmeng made a grimace, and said with a smile: "La la la, mom hugged dad just now~"

Fu Miaozhu blushed, and gave Mengmeng another light punch.

"Mengmeng, don't do this in the future, otherwise I won't buy you toys."

"Don't, don't, Mengmeng knows it's wrong." Mengmeng touched her fingers, with a grievance on her face.

"Just know it's wrong. Since Dad is back, let him tell you a story. I'll take a bath." Fu Miaozhu nodded in satisfaction, and then walked into the bathroom.

Seeing Ling Chen staring at Fu Miaozhu's back, Mengmeng rolled her eyes and asked slyly.

"Dad, was it comfortable just now?"

"Nonsense, of course Shu. I'm sorry, you little brat dare to talk to me!" Ling Chen nodded first, but he quickly reacted.

"Slightly slightly slightly" Mengmeng sticks out her tongue, revealing the smile of a little adult.

"Dad, I want to hear a story!"

Ling Chen asked helplessly: "Can't you see for yourself?"

"No, what I listen to is not the story, but the sincerity of my father."

"Fuck, are you really only six years old?" Ling Chen was confused.

Isn't this little girl's thinking too advanced?

"Dad, what the fuck do you mean?"

"Well, it means I love you!"

"Dad, shit!"

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In the next 15 minutes, Ling Chen almost exhausted all his powers to coax Mengmeng to sleep. In the end, it turned out that using mental power to hypnotize is more practical.

Seeing Xiao Guliang sleeping soundly, he gave a doting smile, opened the bathroom door with his backhand, and got in.

"Ah! Master, what are you doing?" Fu Miaozhu, who was soaking in the bath, covered her body in panic, her pretty face flushed.

"Didn't eat dinner, I'm a little hungry, let's have some food!"

Ling Chen chuckled, galloped his horse, and moved at the speed of light.

After half an hour, the battle was over.

Originally wanted to sleep with Fu Miaozhu, but because Mengmeng was on the bed, it was hard to leave an evil impression on this little Guliang, so Ling Chen had to go back to his room and spend a boring night with the audience.

However, how energetic are the monks in the late foundation establishment period?
Ling Chen tossed and turned on the bed, closed his eyes and didn't fall asleep for nearly an hour, treating him like an insomniac.

"Grass, don't sleep anymore!"

Ling Chen got up from the bed, opened the interspatial ring, and took out the martial skill that was exchanged for [-] points—"Dragon and Phoenix Three Punches".

As the name suggests, this martial art is boxing and has three forms.

Ling Chen read "Three Fists of the Dragon and Phoenix" once, and after learning how to learn the first form of Hard and Soft Fist, he did not hesitate to come to the back mountain area of ​​the villa.

There is a saying in the "Tao Te Ching": When a soldier is strong, it will perish; if a tree is strong, it will break; where the strong are placed, the weak will be placed.

As the saying goes: nothing in the world is softer or weaker than water, but nothing in the world can overcome the strong, nothing can be changed, the weak can overcome the strong, and the soft can overcome the hard.

The first style of the Dragon and Phoenix Three Fists, the Hard and Soft Fist, is soft and tough, feminine and soft, the punching power seems to be non-existent but seems to be there, if there is nothing, it hits others hard without anyone noticing.

"Let's get started." Ling Chen took a deep breath, followed the pattern of the Hard and Soft Fist, and drew a scoop according to the gourd, with his beard and hair stretched out.

"bang bang bang"

The fist wind howled and the air shook.

Ling Chen's movements are vigorous, like a tiger chasing a sheep, like a lion chasing a bull, or like an eagle hitting a white rabbit, standing tall on the top of a pine tree
The whole movement is the unity of the waist and hips, agile and sharp.

Between the opening and closing of movement and stillness, it is like five bows drawn to the full, fists and feet shoot out like arrows, and fall like wind, which is well learned.

"Hard and Soft Fist!"

After continuing to practice for 15 minutes, Ling Chen's whole body's muscles were surging, the river was rushing, and he punched out.

When this fist landed, it was unparalleled in strength, like thunder, soft yet firm, erratic.

The power of the fist is complicated, it seems to be there, it seems to be there, it is flickering, and it is ever-changing.

The strong wind tore through the air, making a heart-piercing sound, which was extremely sharp when heard from a distance.

"boom!"

A large piece of granite was torn apart by this punch, and its internal structure made a crackling sound, all of which were eroded and decayed by soft force, turning into a puddle of stone water.

"Sure enough, it's the ultimate martial skill of the Dragon and Phoenix Sect. The first form can reach this level of strength. It's a well-deserved reputation!" Ling Chen nodded slightly, very satisfied.

Because of the mental power covering the surroundings, the previous movement did not spread, otherwise such a loud noise would have woken Fu Miaozhu and Mengmeng long ago.

After drinking his saliva, Ling Chen relaxed his body and continued to practice Hard and Soft Fist.

With the increase in the number of punches he punched, the speed of his hard and soft fist swings also continued to increase. At the end, he could only see the shadow of the fist, but not the essence of the fist.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, but Ling Chen still didn't feel sleepy, instead he became more energetic.

Under the moonlight, a thin figure grew taller and taller, as if it could break through the sky.