The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

When Lin Xiaopei saw that her son and daughter-in-law suddenly came back, she was so happy that she pulled off the mask on her face.

"Oh, let me see whose big babies are back!"

"Mom, are you applying a facial mask? It's so soft and tender."

Tang Jiao came over with a sweet mouth, and was hugged and shaken by Lin Xiaopei like mother and daughter.

"Oh, our wild rice noodles have sweet mouths."

After saying that, he gave Xiao Jingchuan a cold look and said, "It's not like a certain boy who married a wife and didn't even know how to call me mom when I came back."

Tang Jiao turned back to Xiao Jingchuan in embarrassment.

"Mom, don't make trouble with her." Xiao Jingchuan said helplessly, "Where's Dad?"

"Your dad is in the study."

Lin Xiaopei "tsk" twice and said with disgust: "I know how to love my wife."

His mouth was disgusted, but his face was clearly smiling, and he even pinched Tang Jiao's face affectionately.

"Oh, we Jiaojiao are so lovable."

Pulling Tang Jiao to sit down, he raised his head and shouted upstairs:

"A Sheng! Your son is back and looking for you!"

Xiao Jingchuan really had nothing to do with his mother. After Xiao Sheng heard the sound and came down, he took Tang Jiao's hand and pulled her to sit next to him.

This made Lin Xiaopei laugh so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.

"Chuan'er, Jiaojiao are back."

Xiao Sheng sat down next to Lin Xiaopei and said with a smile: "Have you had dinner? If not, let Aunt Zhang cook it for you."

Tang Jiao waved his hand, "Dad, we have eaten. We will trouble Aunt Zhang another day."

While chatting, Xiao Jingchuan squeezed Tang Jiao's shoulder, got up and went upstairs, and soon came back down with a bunch of things.

He looked a little serious.

Seeing his son like this, Xiao Sheng couldn't help but smile, "What happened?"

Lin Xiaopei was completely out of sorts and looked back and forth at several people, "Why, they all have this expression."

"Dad, do you remember him?"

Xiao Jingchuan sat down next to Tang Jiao and placed a photo on the table.

"Bai Sheng."

Xiao Sheng looked solemn, straightened up and said, "He appears again?"

Tang Jiao had a vague premonition of something bad.

Sure enough, next, she heard something she had never known.

Tang Jiao's face turned pale, and she grabbed Xiao Jingchuan's hand hard, "He, why, what is his intention in doing these things..."

"He's a madman."

Xiao Jingchuan put his arms around Tang Jiao and said in a deep voice.

Lin Xiaopei looked very unhappy:

"So, Chuan'er, what do you mean, this man who is neither a human nor a ghost has not only been monitoring you like a lunatic for more than ten years, but he also deliberately came into contact with wild rice a year ago? What else does he want to do!"

"The time he was rescued by Jiao Jiao must have been an accident."

Xiao Jingchuan raised his eyebrows and said, "That guy enjoys watching and testing others very much. He thinks he is the master of some game."

"I...I saved a bad guy."

Tang Jiao's lips turned white and his fingers trembled slightly.

Xiao Jingchuan stroked Tang Jiao's back comfortingly, "It's not your fault. There is nothing wrong with saving people."

"What's more important now is that now he seems to have changed and is no longer a bystander."

As soon as his words changed, he covered Tang Jiao's hands with his other hand in advance, wrapped her cold hands with the warmth of his palms, and said in a deep voice:

"Jiaojiao, Ye Xuewei's case."

Tang Jiao is not stupid.

As soon as Xiao Jingchuan said these words, many messy and unclear clues were instantly connected.

The hairs all over her body immediately stood up!

One is a fake text message, and Bai Sheng is a hacker.

Second, the person who forged the text message must know Ma Tianxi and Ye Xuewei. According to Ye Xuewei’s diary, Bai Sheng and Ma Tianxi have a close relationship...

All of this vaguely points to the same person as the real culprit of Ye Xuewei's murder.

Bai wins.

...

The night is getting darker and autumn is rustling.

Qi Dongyang had just come out of the bathroom and was about to hug his wife and take a nap. However, he was shocked by a call from Xiao Jingchuan and was about to change his clothes and run away.

"Why go?"

Qin Li lay motionless on her side, supporting her head with her hands.

Qi Dongyang stopped the car sharply, opened the bedroom door, turned around, and explained quickly:

"Dear, the other murderer in Ye Xuewei's case has been revealed. Jingchuan and Tang Jiao are involved. I have to go back to the bureau to work overtime. My senior brother is also on the way."

"what?!"

Qin Liteng sat up and asked, "Why are they involved again? Has it only been quiet for half a year?"

She quickly walked to her clothes, took out her coat, and stuffed it into Qi Dongyang's hand, "Bring it on, it's cold at night."

Qin Dongyang hugged her and kissed her: "My wife is so considerate!"

"Gungun, hurry up and investigate the case. Don't let the two of them get into trouble again."

Qin Li patted him lightly, said disgustedly, and sent him to the door as usual.

After turning around and thinking about it, he felt uneasy and went back to his room to pick up his cell phone and make a call to Tang Jiao.

……

The next day, it was just dawn.

Qi Dongyang, Zhan Hao and others, who had stayed up all night, put on their equipment, walked out quickly, and jumped into the police car one by one in a well-trained manner.

Turn the steering wheel, turn the wheels, and go!

The street lights were still on, and there were only three or two adults driving tricycles on the empty street, preparing to sell breakfast at a stall.

A round-faced policeman looked through the car window at the man in front of him pedaling a tricycle hard.

The banner reading "Baozi, Fried Sticks, Pancakes and Fruits" made his stomach growl.

"Brother Hao, let's buy some buns to eat first."

squeak--

A police car suddenly stopped and the old man was so frightened that he almost turned his bicycle into a motorcycle and ran away.

"Hey! Master!"

Qi Dongyang lowered the window and stretched out two sheets of Mao Zedong, "Buy some steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk."

The old man turned his face, revealing a simple smile on his dark face with black and white beard.

"Eh! Good!"

I immediately got out of the car and opened the white cloth covering the steamer, and the fragrant white smoke immediately came out.

Under the fading skylight and dim street lights, it looked particularly smoky.

The policemen who had asked the gang to investigate the case all night felt a little more relaxed.

The uncle neatly filled the largest transparent plastic bag with four full bags, and also pulled out a smaller one and filled it with more than a dozen sesame balls.

As the saying goes, a grown-up kid can overwhelm me, and this group of young policemen are so voracious.

The uncle handed several heavy bags of breakfast to the window: "Come on, officers, get it."

Several pairs of hungry hands quickly squeezed to the window and took in the hot breakfast.

Qi Dongyang handed him 200 yuan.

"Not so much, 120 is enough."

The old man counted out 80 in change from his front pocket and said, "80 for you."

Qi Dongyang looked back at the four people who were already eating in a lively manner. He was slightly speechless and asked: "So many, only 4?"

The old man smiled and wrinkled, raised his hands and said:

"The sesame dumplings are here as a gift. You guys worked hard on the case. My wife just made this. It's delicious. Try it."

"Delicious! Delicious!"

The round-faced policeman ate delicious steamed buns and sesame balls in one hand and praised them highly.