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He was fine. He got into trouble and lost his memory. She couldn't even teach him a lesson.

We have had enough of this life, when will it end?

Thinking of that rebellious kid, Yang Qingheng's expression didn't soften until he got home. While changing his shoes, he asked the bodyguard casually.

"He didn't cause any trouble today, did he?"

I thought I was going to be questioned when I got home, but I didn't expect that all the furnishings in the living room were intact and it was almost eerily quiet.

The stern-faced bodyguard shook his head businesslikely: "After I came back, I walked around the yard for a few times and then went up to the room with the lady and never came down."

Oops!

Yang Qingheng suddenly felt something bad and rushed upstairs, slamming the door hard: "Song Hengjue, open the door!"

No man's voice came from inside. Yang Qingheng frowned and called tentatively: "Xu Changchang, are you in there?"

Xu Changchang was obviously feeling guilty: "Auntie, I'm here."

"Okay, dear, open the door now." Yang Qingheng coaxed.

There was no movement inside, and the whole group was obviously colluding.

She laughed angrily and became stern: "Xu Changchang, children who do bad things for others are bad children. Bad children do not have desserts after meals. Today I bought your favorite strawberry mousse..."

Xu Changchang glanced behind him, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the door clicked open.

Yang Qingheng broke in and opened the door to the inner room. It was empty. There was no one anywhere. When he looked at the sheet tied to the window, his eyes darkened.

Little bunny!

"Is this what you call airtight? Even mosquitoes can't fly out?"

The bodyguard's serious face twitched slightly and said forcefully, "Our duty is to guard the gate of the courtyard and control Mr. Song's every move. The back door is not within my scope of responsibility."

Yang Qingheng was speechless, covering her chest and raising her other hand, closing her eyes tightly: "Okay, shut up, it won't do you any good to make your employer angry."

"Why don't you hurry up and find them?" Fang Nan couldn't help but put his forehead on his forehead when he saw the several bodyguards standing there blankly, feeling a little embarrassed.

These people were hired by the bodyguard company introduced by his friend. He wanted to support his friend's business, but he didn't know it was so unreliable.

This woman won’t eat him later!

Fang Nan didn't dare to turn his head to look at Yang Qingheng, and silently lit a candle in his heart.

The mobile phone in the bag rang twice, and Yang Qingheng picked it up almost subconsciously: "Song Hengjue, are you going to die? Let me tell you..."

"Hello, this is the police station. Are you the owner of this phone?" A serious and steady voice came from the other side.

Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to signal the bodyguard not to go out: "I am his fiancée. Which police station is he at now? I will pick him up."

Yang Qingheng never imagined that he would enter the same police station for the second time this month. The last time he was escorting Gu Yiyi.

"Are you a family member of Song Hengjue?" As soon as she entered, a policeman who looked familiar strode forward to greet her.

Yang Qingheng nodded.

"That's right, we were on duty outside just now, and it was your... fiancé," he considered his words before continuing, "we accidentally hit him."

In the end, he himself became embarrassed.

That section of road was under construction recently and had been closed for several days. The new police officer in the team wanted to try driving a car there, but he didn't expect someone to suddenly jump out of the grass. He was so nervous that he wouldn't even step on the brakes.