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Song Yusong was laughing all the way with the wine glass in his hand, and found Zhuang Zhou in the corner of the balcony at the far end after turning around half a circle.

He turned back and leaned against the carved fence, and said in a long voice: "Your brother stepped into the siege like this, and my father envied me, and he urged me just now, wishing I could order one for me in this flowery skirt on the spot—" -Hey, what are you doing? Absent-minded."

Not absent-minded, but restless.

Zhuang Zhou put down his phone, picked up the champagne beside him and drank it down: "I've been inexplicably flustered since just now, and I always feel that something happened to Feifei."

Song Yusong: "..."

Song Yusong wasn't used to the fact that he, Fa Xiaozhen, got involved with his student boy, and hearing that nickname made his teeth ache a little.

"I thought he was at home all the time," Zhuang Zhou drank up Song Yusong's glass of champagne, "Now, watching the surveillance replay, I saw that he left the house at a quarter past ten... He won't reply to messages or answer calls right now. .”

Song Yusong looked at his watch, and it was not yet 12:30. He hesitated and said, "It's a good time on the weekend, maybe it's just going out to play, don't be nervous, care is chaos, you know?"

Zhuang Zhou stared at him fixedly, then suddenly raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm going first, tell them for me."

Song Yusong said in surprise, "Hey, you can't do it, can you?"

Zhuang Zhou took off his suit jacket and vest and threw them to him, and walked away without looking back.

In the sixteenth picture, Zhan Yao is chatting and having lunch with the decorators.

The phone rang, and Zhan Yao went to pick it up at the door of the store: "Boss."

"I'll be back now, and I'll be there in about two o'clock. See if you can contact Feifei."

"Okay, do you need me to pick you up?"

Zhuang Zhou said, "No, you just... I can't find him, and I'm a little worried."

Zhan Yao quickly responded: "If I contact him, I will tell you immediately."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Zhou loosened his collar and tie while regretting in his heart that he shouldn't have given him the pardon order of "begging a few more times" this morning.

A pot of porridge in a cafe.

The crowd who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal was dispersed by the police, and the second floor no longer accepted customers. Broken glass and dead fish were the innocent victims of this brawl.

Mao Fei was still slumped under the coffee table, covering his face and crying bitterly. Jiang Yimian was pressed firmly on the sofa by two waiters, fearing that if he let go of his hands, a wild beast would bite.

The policeman scanned the scene and asked, "Are you going to settle it here, or take it back to the police station?"

The last "ah" rose lightly, not like a question, but more like a deterrent.

The manager seemed to have a headache more than anyone else. He couldn't wait for the two scourges of trouble to speak up, and he just wanted to get rid of the whole nest as soon as possible.

"Please take it away, we still have to operate here, and we have to clean up the sanitation first. It's inconvenient to solve it here. If they fight again, they will smash my fish tank again---"

Just as the manager's words came true, Jiang Yimian, who was blushing and thick-necked, suddenly broke free from the pressure. He threw himself on the ground and in front of Mao Fei, and his hands grabbed Mao Fei's left wrist like sharp beast claws!

The ring was stained with blood from the beating.

Mao Fei was still immersed in heartache and anger, his wrist was pulled so that he couldn't resist all of a sudden, and Jiang Yimian picked out a few bloodstains.

"Give it to me!" Jiang Yimian shouted with red eyes, "Give it to me!"

The two wrestled into a ball amid repeated yelling, Mao Fei clenched his fist tightly, his nails dug into his palm and he didn't let go.

He was tired and irritable, and he couldn't scold him for "wishful thinking", tears mixed with bloody saliva swallowed into his stomach, and he couldn't help crying as soon as he opened his mouth.

Grab the ring?

Kill his little life first and try again!

The scuffle lasted only a few tens of seconds, and the waiter hurriedly grabbed Jiang Yimian's sweater hat, strangling his bloodshot face even more ferociously.

"Enough! Stop fighting!"

Mao Fei seized the opportunity and kicked and kicked the crazy man to the ground. His chest heaved violently, and he was impatient.

It's a pity that before he could stand still, someone grabbed his arm suddenly, and then a pair of silver metal handcuffs were locked on his blue and red overlapping wrists with a "snap".

The police uncle said angrily: "Don't be honest with me!"

After roaring, he picked up Mao Fei's other hand, and there was another crisp sound of locking.

The iron ring was icy cold, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head, which instantly extinguished his raging flames into a wisp of smoke that no longer became a climate.

Mao Fei was frightened into a cold sweat.

He stared blankly at his handcuffed hands, completely dumbfounded.

In the Xiannv Road Police Station, the tea is fragrant.

The manager provided the surveillance video. At this time, he was looking at the total loss in the purchase account book, while listening to the police criticizing and educating the troublemakers.

The two troublemakers have stopped, and the handcuffs have a magical effect. The moment they are handcuffed, the beast will be turned into a wooden man.

Jiang Yimian's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, Mao Fei was more embarrassed than he described. The spilled coffee not only stained his light blue striped shirt, but also ruined his hair like a sparrow's nest.

The policeman took a sip of tea and said, "You two—apologize to each other."

No one said a word.

The policeman said with a "hey" smile, "Are you still not convinced, or are you not feeling down?"

The uncle tapped the pen cap on the table: "Did I tell you two to correct your mistakes, and you wouldn't listen anyway?"

Mao Fei raised his face, looked at him sincerely and said, "Listen."

Jiang Yimian copied it: "Don't dare again."

The police saw a lot of this kind of well-behaved people. Although they were well-behaved, they had a good attitude of admitting their mistakes. They were willing to reconcile, and they were happy to detain two less.

He took out two pens and two letter papers from a drawer beside him: "A review of [-] words per person."

Ask the manager again: "Is the total finished?"

The manager summed up the details: "Fish tanks, ornamental fish, teapots and cups, and losses due to business delays totaled 2 yuan."

Jiang Yimian knew he was wrong, he did it first, he smashed the fish tank with a teapot, and Mao Fei relied on his fists to output the whole process, so the compensation only fell on him alone.

The phone was broken, and Jiang Yimian applied for a VISA card.

The policeman gave a "hmm" and pointed at the two satchels that were confiscated on the table for the time being: "Use it."

He took out the key again and said, "Come here, first release the handcuffs for you two."

The round clock on the wall has no second hand, and the remaining two hands form a right angle.

It's 45:[-].

Mao Fei was at a loss, and he was distracted when he listened to the criticism.

I was thinking about Zhuang Zhou, thinking a lot, thinking that I was going to be beaten, but the slap that fell would turn into a pity rubbing, and I also thought that I didn't regret this time's self-willed behavior, and I was embarrassed, but somehow I got a bad breath .

Mao Fei whispered, "Excuse me, can I check my phone?"

The police uncle urged him to take away the pen and paper: "After reading it, write it quickly, don't play with your mobile phone, and be careful that it will be confiscated again."

When he went up to the second floor in the coffee shop, Mao Fei deliberately turned his mobile phone to silent so that he could concentrate on dealing with Jiang Yimian so that he could see his tricks.

But now, facing the screen full of missed calls and WeChat messages, he was once again stupid.

Holding the hot phone in his hand, he almost blinked, and the screen was taken over by the incoming call interface, and the caller displayed "Sister Zhan Yao".

Mao Fei's heart beat faster, and he was too afraid to answer it. He slid his finger against the tip of his sore nose, and then hummed: "Hello."

"Feifei!" Zhan Yao pressed his eagerness, "You finally---! Where are you? The boss can't find you, he is very worried!"

"I...I'm... at the Fairy Road Police Station."

"what?!"

Mao Fei held back his emotions and said, "I'll call him back first."

Mao Fei tucked his satchel under his arm, and walked into the interrogation room while calling Zhuang Zhou back. Before he could finish his deep breath, Zhuang Zhou's voice rang clearly in his ears.

"Fei Fei!"

Mao Fei bit his lip hard, thinking that there was no grievance, but tears rolled all over his face.

"Feifei," Zhuang Zhou only heard a slight gasp, his heart tightened, and he coaxed patiently, "Baby, tell me something, I've already returned—"

"Zhuang," Mao Fei interrupted him muttering, "Can you teach me again, how can I ask you to forgive me?"

Zhuang Zhou watched the moving train slowly pull into the station, but he could only press his brows and worry.

He said softly: "Forgive you, forgive me now, you don't need to ask."

"...Really?"

"real."

Hearing the muffled crying, Zhuang Zhou tried his best to keep his voice down to coax him, but before he could ask "Where are you?", he heard "I'm still on the phone, write quickly" from the receiver.

Mao Fei hastily agreed, and before hanging up the phone, he announced: "Zhuang, I will avenge your hatred with Hua Dan!"

The interrogation room was quiet.

A table is facing each other, and two people are writing hard.

The wounds on his body were dense and painful, and the blood stains on his wrists were still bloodshot. Mao Fei felt that there was no need for self-criticism, but this was different from the Ju Ming incident. The self-criticism was written for the director. The copy was addressed to the police officer.

Mao Fei didn't dare to be fooled, so he tried to make up what he said, which was beautiful and nice, but against his will, and he burst into tears of remorse.

In the quick writing, Jiang Yimian asked in a hoarse voice, "Zhuang Zhou will come over later, is he?"

Mao Fei didn't raise his head: "I don't know."

But Zhan Yao will definitely come, he needs her to come, he doesn't want to go out and make a fool of himself, he wants to ask Zhan Yao to take him home.

While muttering silently, the sound of high heels stepping on the ground broke the silence.

Zhan Yao opened the door and came in, and when she saw Mao Fei, she covered her mouth in astonishment. She frowned, and for a while, only two big words "it's over" were left in her mind.

"I'm fine," Mao Fei held on to his pen in embarrassment, and whispered unconvincingly, "I can leave after finishing the review, and there are still about [-] words left."

Zhan Yao neither believed nor listened, she turned her head to look at Jiang Yimian, and met Jiang Yimian's scrutinizing eyes.

Zhan Yao asked coldly, "You reconciled?"

Jiang Yimian asked back, "Who are you?"

The uncle of the policeman helped to answer: "It's reconciled, young people nowadays are impetuous, and they will fight if they don't agree with each other."

Zhan Yao took a deep breath, her eagerness and astonishment were replaced by calmness, she insisted: "There can be no reconciliation!"

Everything is back to square one.

Mao Fei's review was taken away by Zhan Yao, who stuffed it into her handbag and sealed it.

Jiang Yimian's expression couldn't be described as ugly anymore, he pursed his lips and asked again: "Who are you?"

"His sister."

"Oh, sister?"

Mao Fei was annoying listening to him, and besides, he was extremely impatient at the moment. After waking up in the morning, he had a cup of milk tea and two pots of Tieguanyin on an empty stomach.

He peed into the bathroom and handed over the battlefield to Zhan Yao for 1 peace of mind.

Staring blankly out of the window, he muttered, "I'm so hungry, I want to sleep..."

The sound of dripping water didn't stop for a while, and the lower abdomen was empty after urinating, and the soft belly without a single abdominal muscle became more deflated.

Mao Fei didn't move, didn't take it back, didn't pull the zipper, just supported it and let it dry.

Think of Zhuang Zhou.

Will he come?

Mao Fei sniffed, looked around, and saw the mirror.

He immediately regained his energy, shook it, put it away, almost forgot to flush it, and then strode to the front of the sink to inspect himself.

Miserable.

No wonder Zhan Yao was so startled that he covered his mouth.

Mao Fei turned on the faucet. The water pressure was high and the water flow was sufficient. Mao Fei was taken aback by the force. He turned it down a little, but he still didn't dare to wash his face with water. He was afraid of pain and infection of the wound.

After hesitating again and again, Mao Fei finally only used his fingers to scoop up the water, and carefully cleaned the blood-stained ring.

Back in the interrogation room, the battlefield was filled with smoke.

Mao Fei stood outside the door and listened for a while before going in. He ignored Zhan Yao's concern and picked up his mobile phone to send a message to Zhuang Zhou.

Feifei: Brother.

Zhuang Zhou didn't reply him.

With his fingertips hanging on the screen, Mao Fei’s peach eyes were filled with tears. He seemed to be out of his body, and when he typed again, he wrote: When you see me, don’t get excited. I just look serious, but I’m actually fine. of.

The room fell into silence, which was suddenly broken by the police uncle who pushed the door open and said, "I want to have a private chat, are you done yet? I'm tolerant enough, and our Pianer policemen are the most reasonable."

Zhan Yao said: "The chat is over, no reconciliation."

As soon as the words fell, another policeman in the front hall seemed to be chasing someone, yelling "Ai ai ai".

Mao Fei wiped away his tears, the salty tears made the wound ache.

He stood up, met Zhuang Zhou, and was embraced in his arms.