Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

Xiao Li was very helpless. He couldn't understand why the girl in front of him had to dig her own grave. If the deputy director asked anything, she would just answer no, but she would sing the opposite tune to the deputy director.

Ugh……

A faint smile appeared on Long Qingcheng's crimson lips. She stood up and said, "Isn't Director Zheng here?"

Xiao Li was stunned for a moment?

Before she could react, the girl had already walked out, "Lead the way."

Xiao Li came back to his senses and followed him stiffly, the doubts in his heart getting bigger and bigger.

How did this girl know that the director's surname was Zheng?

Something seems amiss.

When he just investigated from the police information center, although Long Qingcheng displayed basic information, the rest of the information was blank.

And this state... obviously has a big problem.

The more he felt that something was wrong, he wanted to find someone to ask. If the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, none of them would be able to escape.

And suddenly, a noisy commotion was heard in front of the police station.

……

Zheng Yunyong, 52 years old, is the chief of Longcheng Police Station.

He hurriedly walked in from the front door with a serious face, followed by a man wearing his son's clothes, with a slender body and a cold attitude.

Xiao Li hurried over and rubbed his hands, "Director, didn't you go to a meeting? Why are you back?"

"Where is Lao Mo?"

Xiao Li spoke quickly and told the story of the deputy director interrogating Long Qingcheng alone, and finally added his own opinions, "Director, I think Long Qingcheng is definitely not a simple person. She has a lot of blank information. But the deputy director doesn’t care about anything... We can’t stop him..."

At this time, the man who was following Zheng Yunyong suddenly turned cold, "Director Zheng, Miss Long is the person we are looking for. Where is she?"

This person is none other than Shadow Thunder.

Zheng Yunyong didn't answer him, but his face was very ugly. Mo Shan Mo Shan, an old pervert, looked at Xiao Li with gloomy narrow eyes, "Tell Mo Shan to get out of here."

Damn it, Grandma T, for actually daring to touch his daughter! ! !

In a separate interrogation room.

Mo Shan was sitting opposite Long Qingcheng. He pretended to look at the information in his hand, but his eyes were full of lust, as if he wanted to sleep with her.

"Little girl, look at how young you are. It would be bad if you kept a file like this. Don't be so angry next time. I will mediate it for you this time. If you have any problems in the future, just come to me."

Hearing this, Long Qingcheng, who had her head lowered, raised her delicate little face and asked casually: "Is the deputy director so kind?"

Mo Shan stood up and saw that the person had taken the bait, so he stood up and walked over. He lowered his head and looked at Long Qingcheng with a squinting face, "Of course, as long as you become..."

The hand was slowly ready to be placed on the girl's fragrant shoulder, and the door to the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Deputy Mo trembled and shouted angrily, "Who is so ignorant that he doesn't know I'm inside and doesn't knock on the door?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Director Zheng Yunyong came in against the light from the door.

Mo Shan was dumbfounded, "Old Zheng, didn't you...have a meeting?"

"Why, if I don't come back, do you still want to lord it over here?" Zheng Yunyong snatched the information from his hand, patted his shoulder, and said sarcastically, "Bless yourself, Mo Shan. "

Immediately, his expression softened a bit and his tone was apologetic, "Little Qingcheng, are you okay? Your godfather is late and you have been wronged."

Ying Lei: "?" Another godfather?