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Chen Bingrui has a characteristic - once something extremely embarrassing happens, he is prone to insomnia.

When No. 11 remembered that he called Qin Bo with an awkward smile, Chen Bingrui shivered under the quilt.

It's too cold...

He sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand from under the warm quilt, turned on the small desk lamp beside the bed, took out a mobile phone bag that he specially asked for when he went to Haidilao for dinner from the bedside table, and put Qin Bo's mobile phone in it , Turning over a little bit under the warm light.

The text message interface is quite mixed, including Qin Bo's own and Yunye's.

— To be precise, this is Qin Bo's cell phone, not Yunye's.

But the current mobile phone SIM card has a function, which is storage.

That is to say, in Qin Bo's phone, Yunye's phone card was inserted, and the text messages he had not deleted and automatically stored in the SIM card were copied into Qin Bo's phone immediately.

But obviously, Yunye doesn't use text messages very often. After all, now that there is a chat tool like WeChat, who would spend a few cents to send text messages?

Thinking of this, Chen Bingrui couldn't help but frowned, then why did Xue Han not send WeChat, but sent a text message to Yun Ye?

If Xue Han really wanted to convey the message to let Yunye run away, why not post it more directly on WeChat, even if it can be withdrawn within 1 minute?

All right, Chen Bingrui thinks that he can't keep up with Xue Han's Lu Wei's rhythm, he always feels that these two people are planning something.

Chen Bingrui huddled under the quilt, flipping through the messages from a long time ago in every possible way.

Qin Bo doesn't like to delete text messages, and saves many promotional messages and arrears notices from communication operators.

Chen Bingrui turned over more than a dozen pages full of these text messages, feeling extremely bored, and was about to quit when he was suddenly taken aback.

He suddenly saw something unusual in a pile of spam text messages.

"Hello, Aunt Qi. I'm Qiu Yitong, Zhang Zichen's tablemate. We met last time when you held a parent-teacher meeting for Zhang Zichen. I gave you and Uncle Xu a seat. Auntie, do you still remember me? Zhang Zichen had a conflict, he didn't want to talk to me, Auntie, would you like to meet me? I will wait for you at the parking lot next to XX Mall on Christmas."

Obviously the room was very warm, and Chen Bingrui even felt that the floor heating in their community was so overheated that it made his lips pimple, but right now he was sweating all over his forehead.

Zhang Zichen, Qiu Yitong, Qi Yanran, Xu Pengfei, Zhang Min...

These familiar names flooded into his mind like a flood. Chen Bingrui sat up from the bed, grabbed his mobile phone and dialed Lu Wei's number.

It was already past 2 o'clock in the morning.

Lu Wei got off the treadmill panting heavily, grabbed a towel beside him and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then connected the phone.

"Hey?"

Chen Bingrui on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, he hesitated and said, "Lu, Deputy Lu, may I call back later?"

But as soon as the words fell, he himself became suspicious, isn't Xue Han still in detention?Deputy Lu has moved on so soon? !

"No need." Lu Wei didn't notice Chen Bingrui's brain hole, he calmed down his excessive breathing, and asked lightly, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!!!" Chen Bingrui was so busy that he couldn't care less about gossip, and suddenly said, "Deputy Lu, do you still remember the missing mobile phone that has not been found so far in the case of Qi Yanran's murder? Zhang Min blew herself up as the murderer, but she confessed that it was Qiu Yitong who sent a text message to ask Qi Yanran out according to her instructions!"

Lu Wei's eyes turned cold, and Chen Bingrui's words were interrupted in a deep voice: "Is that text message on Qin Bo's phone?"

"Yes yes yes yes!!!!!! This is so fucking scary!!!"

Chen Bingrui hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Deputy Lu, do you still have to give Qin Bo the phone? This can be interrogated directly, right?"

After a long time, Lu Wei let out a heavy breath, a trace of confusion flashed across his eyes, and his palms hanging by his sides were clenched into fists: "Hold on for now, and return the phone to him."

What he wants to catch is bigger fish.

……

The next day.

The guard couldn't hide his joy, humming a little tune all the way to the cell where Xue Han was detained.

"Brother Wang, why are you so happy? Have you given me a farewell banquet?"

He heard the out-of-tune tune from afar, Xue Han joked with a half-smile.

"You are so beautiful." The guard rolled his eyes as if he was about to pass by, and his men swiftly unlocked the door, and waved his hands: "The person who picked you up is here, hurry up and leave."

"Tsk." Xue Han shook his head regretfully, staggered the notebook that accompanied him this week in his arms and stood up, and said slowly when passing by the guards: "I will miss you, Brother Wang. "

The guard he called Brother Wang twitched his forehead, and shook his hand as if something had been glued to it with super glue: "Get rolling! Don't let me see you here again!"

God knows how much their guards wanted to pack up and throw out this bastard's joint application.

Relying on his sky-high detention subsidy, this guy asks for small things all day long.He thought it was tasteless to fry a few small dishes for him alone, and he thought it was too greasy for the cook to cook red pork belly again.The worst thing was asking him what he wanted to eat. The man thought for a while and said that he wanted to eat hot pot, the kind with deep-sea prawns.

If it weren't for the fact that he brought the guard's food with him every time he opened a small stove, several people really wanted to find a place where the camera couldn't capture it, and put a few stamps on his little face that was a disaster for the country and the people.

Recalling the fresh and tender shrimp that he ate that day, Watchman Wang couldn't help swallowing.

"Hey~" Xue Han raised his chin slightly, smiled thoughtfully, and punched the guard absent-mindedly with both hands: "Brother Wang's blessing is accepted, and we will see you in the rivers and lakes."

He slowly took back his belongings, changed his clothes, and went shopping to sign at the gate of the detention center.

From a distance, he saw a familiar black SUV parked on the opposite side of the road. Even though he couldn't see the license plate clearly, Xue Han still curled his lips in a good mood.

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Without doubting him, Xue Han walked to the side of the driver's cab and opened the car door, muttering, "Long time no see Officer Lu, the journey is so long, it's hard work~ hard work~ let me drive back."

Lu Weiduan sat in the cab, glanced at him indifferently, and said calmly, "It's less than 10 minutes away."

Xue Han raised his eyebrows seriously, and said in a serious manner: "Master, don't underestimate this short 10 minutes, there are so many things you can do in 10 minutes."

"for example?"

"For example." Xue Han's dumb eyes were raised slightly in thought, but he suddenly took another step forward, pulled out the notebook in his arms with a "slap", and spread it against the sides of the two people's faces. The tiny barrier dared to peck lightly on Lu Wei's lips.

At the end, he narrowed his eyes ambiguously, and said in a low voice, "Like a 10-minute kiss."

Well, this pose is very elegant, and I give myself full marks.

Xue Han took back the notebook contentedly while thinking about it, but before he could straighten up, he was dragged into the cab by the collar by a powerful hand.

"—Hey! You!!!"

The driver's seat was put down quickly by Lu Wei, and he pressed the provocative bastard on the flat seat in an instant.

The car door was slammed shut, and Xue Han was shrouded in the shadow as the world spun, looking at the handsome face so close, he was in a trance for a moment.

The deep eyes of the two parties who were still calm were like the sea under the storm, dark and turbulent.

The space in the car is too small for two grown men.Lu Wei's resolute jaw line was tense, and a strong sense of oppression erupted from his whole body. He bent down and kissed Xue Han who hadn't recovered from his shock.

His hair is a little longer.

——This is what Lu Wei was thinking when he stroked Xue Han's cheek with his palm.

Xue Han struggled restlessly for the stolen sovereignty twice, but Lu Wei took advantage of his condescending position to easily and firmly restrain him on the back of the chair.

Time is slow.

The temperature in the cabin continued to rise.

Lu Wei panted lightly: "A 10-minute kiss, what you said."

The charm of a mature man coupled with this criminal face made Xue Han's already flushed cheeks even hotter.

However, Xue Han was full of rebellion, and he hooked the corners of his rosy lips recklessly...

Lu Wei frowned and took a deep breath, stepped over to the co-pilot seat with his long legs, tidied up his clothes, and said casually, "Let's go."

"Heh." Xue Han squinted his teasing eyes, and his eyes were glued to Lu Wei's body. The old god sat up on the ground and straightened the driver's seat, and continued to say desperately: "Don't worry, Officer Lu. "

Ok?

Lu was puzzled and turned his head slightly.

I saw Xue Han lying lazily on the steering wheel, curling the hair around his ears with his slender fingers, and smiled wickedly, "I am a gentleman and gentle."

Lu Wei: "..."

It seems that it is necessary to teach Hun Dan a good lesson to Hun Dan who does not cry without seeing the coffin.