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Mao Fei buried himself in his familiar shoulder socket, he liked the embrace and the taste, which made him willing to endure the pain of being hugged tightly.

The heart beats through the chest, fast and powerful.

Mao Fei rubbed his face greedily, and said coquettishly, "I want to go home."

Slowly loosening his embrace, Zhuang Zhou took another look at Fei Fei, his eyes would turn red, he raised his hand to gently stroke the corner of his chapped lips, the pain in his heart was beyond words.

The police uncle looked at this, then at that, winked at Zhan Yao, and asked, "You are his sister, so this is his brother?"

Zhan Yao raised his lips slightly: "Yes."

The uncle looked at Jiang Yimian, a lonely widow, and saw that the troublemaker was staring at the background of his elder brother without blinking his eyelids. He guessed in his heart that all his brothers and sisters came, and no one was good. It can't be good anymore.

Bowen's car was parked outside, Zhuang Zhou picked up Mao Fei, and under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, picked up Mao Fei's satchel, and his intention to leave was very obvious.

The policeman couldn't help it anymore, "Hey" and stopped him, "Too many people to bully you is not a good thing. If two people fight and fight each other, if they don't reconcile, they will be detained by security. It doesn't make sense that you want to take people away when you come here like a brother or a sister." Let's go, then him," he said, gesturing to Jiang Yimian who was still sitting at the table without saying a word, "he is another party involved, and his injury is also---"

"There's no need to reason." Zhuang Zhou interrupted the policeman in a deep voice, and troubled him with unfriendly eyes, "Please let me go."

The uncle was about to get annoyed when the phone in the front hall rang, and the policeman who had been watching the excitement after chasing him ran back hurriedly.

Zhan Yao said at the right time: "Comrade policeman, I will take charge here."

Benz opened the back door, as if knowing that Zhuang Zhou would come back soon.

Mao Fei sat in the back row, moved his buttocks inward, held Zhuang Zhou and refused to let go: "Aren't you coming up?"

Zhuang Zhou didn't dare to rub his dirty hands with countless wounds. He comforted him, "I'll go in and explain, and I'll be back in 10 minutes."

Not to mention 10 minutes, even ten seconds, Mao Fei was not willing to let Zhuang Zhou talk to that poisonous ginger.

The driver was still sitting in the front, Mao Fei was shameless, he said, "It's only 10 minutes, I, I'm going to start counting down, 600, 599, 598..."

Zhuang Zhou finally showed a doting smile in his eyes, he bowed his head and kissed the back of his hand, then closed the car door, and strode back to the police station.

It was just a few words back and forth, and the police uncle who was upholding justice just now gave up, sitting in his seat with a cup of tea, muttering in his mouth, looking like he was sulking.

The policeman who answered the phone smiled politely: "Mr. Zhuang, we have received the notice. Now, this, this is the person involved, how do you plan to deal with him?"

Zhuang Zhou asked: "Where did they make trouble on Fairy Road? Is there any surveillance record?"

"Yes, yes, in the coffee shop."

"Please make a copy for me with a USB flash drive."

The policeman looked at the uncle, and the uncle hummed: "There is a USB flash drive in the drawer, pick one, it will be enough, and see if there are 1G or 2G ones."

Zhuang Zhou thanked him, and said, "Contact the detention center again. For the time being, we will detain you for [-] to [-] days. I will deal with this matter as soon as possible in the next few days."

In the interrogation room, Zhan Yao and Jiang Yimian confront each other.

Zhan Yao suggested friendlyly: "Mr. Jiang, you have the right to apply for a lawyer for defense."

Jiang Yimian snorted and said with a smile: "Yes."

He folded the false self-criticism into a paper airplane, held it in his hand, breathed on the nose of the airplane, and threw it out.

The paper airplane swayed lightly a few times, crashed by the door, and its wings got stuck in the crack of the door.

Zhuang Zhou pushed the door open and tore the paper airplane into pieces.

Zhan Yao picked up his handbag, picked up the waste paper when he left, and gently closed the door behind him.

"I thought you lost your memory, you didn't know me, or you were blind, and you didn't see me at all."

Zhuang Zhou pulled out his chair and sat obliquely in front of him: "The mocking tone is the same as before."

He buckled his fingers on the bow tie, pulled it off and wrapped it around his hand to play with: "Jiang Yimian, I recently learned a new word, PUA."

Jiang Yimian turned the signature pen silently, her eyes fixed on the simple and chic ring.

"Thinking about the past, it wasn't the time when we just met and we were together. At that time, you were still very good, optimistic and motivated. It was the time after the postgraduate entrance examination. You mocked me and denied me, and emphasized it to me every day before going to bed. I'm sorry for you, I want to feel guilty for you, if you say a few nice words to me to show weakness after crying enough every now and then, it can be said that you are playing me in the palm of your hand. What is the pity? It is a pity that no matter whether you were at that time In PUA, you didn't succeed in the end."

"Reminiscing about the past?" Jiang Yimian pursed her lips, "Although this is not the scene I imagined to meet again, if you want to recall the past, can I say it? All I miss is when we were together A beautiful and pleasant thing."

"No need." Zhuang Zhou laughed lightly at himself, "In the last semester of the second year of graduate school, you had an affair with your son who is the boss of the factory. , are you justified?"

Jiang Yimian clenched the pen tightly, his nerves tensed. He saw Zhuang Zhou tie his tie on his palm, and he remembered that he had learned boxing once.

"There are actually quite a lot of things I don't know." Zhuang Zhou ignored his nervousness and continued, "I don't know if you regret it. If you regret doing it all over again, you will definitely not be so stupid and unreasonable again, otherwise we are now Either joining hands to attend my brother's engagement banquet, or traveling around the world."

"I don't know how I persisted. My liking for you was wiped out by you little by little. Facing you every day is like facing a stranger. I can't figure out why your temperament has turned upside down. Before You have so many excellent qualities, why did you become the opposite after that, you are still very good in front of outsiders, but you are endlessly humiliated and disgusted by me."

"I was wrong too. I indulged you step by step. In the end, you hurt yourself, you hurt Huadan... That year or two of life tortured me with serious psychological shadows. When I see you now, I am actually very Fear."

Jiang Yimian bit his lips to draw fresh blood, and he tremblingly said, "Ah Zhou, I regret it."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Jiang Yimian threw away the pen, stretched out her arms and tried to catch Zhuang Zhou's hand: "Ah Zhou, I've been regretting it all this time!"

Zhuang Zhou avoided him, and said indifferently: "Last time, it was my cell phone number you wanted to leave, but it wasn't me you were looking for. I warned you then, don't provoke him again."

Zhuang Zhou stared at him: "Jiang Yimian, whether you have finished your Ph.D. or how bright your future will be in the future, you are already a bad person through and through in my heart. , One ten-thousandth kindness, I will not hate you so much."

Jiang Yimian was like falling into an ice cellar, he was panting violently, his face was pale, he wanted to say that he was sick, and wanted to win his soft heart and sympathy, but his Adam's apple rolled and he could only make a vague tone.

Jiang Yimian finally clearly realized his fear and realized that he had screwed up.

Zhuang Zhou stood up, looked at him condescendingly, and while untiing his tie, he stated: "You will be detained for at least ten days, and I will arrange for a doctor to look at your injuries. , you pray sincerely, if you can’t think of a way to relieve your anger and let me deal with you, then you will not come out to harm others in the next four or five years, and just repent in prison.”

Zhan Yao stood beside the Mercedes and chatted with Mao Fei, interrupting his countdown at 500 seconds.

Mao Fei sighed: "It was the first fight in my life, and the second time I went to the police station. My mother found out and punished me by kneeling on the washboard."

Zhan Yao smiled and said: "Auntie knows, it's too late to feel distressed."

Mao Fei turned and leaned against the car window: "Sister Zhan Yao, I'm sorry for making you worry today."

"Don't be sorry, but it really made me anxious, I even imagined that you were kidnapped." Zhan Yao didn't know if he was joking on purpose, "When the boss called me after twelve o'clock, the tone made me cry gone."

Mao Fei's nose soured and his lips pursed unconsciously. He endured it, couldn't help it, and his eyes were wet again when he opened his mouth. He asked, "Sister Zhanyao, actually I... After I came back from the toilet, I stood up." Heard you outside the door and--"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhuang Zhou coming out of the police station. The policeman was nowhere to be seen, but the policeman was saying goodbye to Zhuang Zhou with a smile on his face.

Mao Fei swallowed the question back into his growling stomach, and he looked at Zhuang Zhou greedily. A lot of things happened in the past two days, which made him feel as uncomfortable as the years, and he really missed Zhuang Zhou.

Looking at Mao Fei's dependent and infatuated appearance, Zhan Yao was filled with emotions. Before Zhuang Zhou approached, she sighed with a smile, "Feifei, did you hear that?"

Mao Fei looked at her and heard her say softly, "Don't be afraid, you heard me right."

On the way back, Zhuang Zhou looked everything Mao Fei could see from top to bottom, and when his eyes fell on a wound, Mao Fei wanted to say "it doesn't hurt".

Whether it hurts or not, the heart hurts the most.

Both of them felt the most pain in their hearts.

A sedan is not as spacious as an SUV, but Zhuang Zhou still holds Mao Fei on his lap and hugs him.

Mao Fei leaned on his shoulder: "I don't want to go to the hospital."

Zhuang Zhou whispered as if coaxing the little boy, "No, let's call the doctor home."

The doctor arrived faster than them and stood in the entrance corridor admiring the murals.

The elevator door opened, and he saw Princess Zhuang Zhou hugging a disheveled little beggar, and asked in surprise, "Is that you? Hawthorn fruit tea?"

Mao Fei responded to him embarrassingly: "It's me, cranberry biscuits."

Before Zhuang Zhou was in a car accident and had a broken bone, this doctor came to the house to help remove the plaster. That day, he drank the fruit tea made by Mao Fei, which was sweet and sour, and ate the biscuits baked by Mao Fei, which were crispy.

Open the door and enter the house, but also face two cat owners who are hesitant to come forward.

Hua Dan: "Meow?"

Xiaosheng: "Meow?"

Mao Fei was furious: "It's me!"

First debride, disinfect, and cover up with a pair of four-sided underwear from head to toe.

The doctor handled it carefully with iodophor cotton balls, and Zhuang Zhou filled a small basin with clean water and wrung out a semi-dry towel to wipe him clean little by little.

Mao Fei bit his lip, not daring to look at Zhuang Zhou.

The moment he just took off his shirt, he knew it might be like this, and he endured it all the time, his waist was in pain, and the bruises falling on that white waist was shocking.

Fortunately, no bones or internal organs were injured. It was soft tissue contusion, which can be cured by Yunnan Baiyao.

The wounds were large and small, and the scratches on the wrists were the most serious when there was blood.

The doctor sprinkled some medicinal powder on it, wrapped it with white gauze twice, and warned: "Don't touch the water."

Before Mao Fei could nod his head, Zhuang Zhou said in a hoarse voice, "Understood."

The doctor is gone and will be back in a few days.

Huadan and Xiaosheng dared to come up to sniff Maofei, but they were suffocated by the pungent potion smell.

Zhuang Zhou was half-kneeling beside the sofa. He held up Mao Fei's hand, touched the ring lightly with his fingertips, and asked knowingly, "Why are you wearing it?"

Mao Fei pouted and cried again: "Zhuang."

Zhuang Zhou leaned over and kissed him lightly and lovingly.

Mao Fei reached out to hug him, dissatisfied with the light force, opened his mouth and bit down on those trembling lips.

Tasted the faint smell of blood, mixed with salty tears, no one stopped.

After a while, Mao Fei couldn't stop crying, and even kisses couldn't soothe his sad mood.

Zhuang Zhou hugged him into his arms: "I'm sorry, but I have made you feel wronged again."

Mao Fei nodded vigorously, and cried, "I'm so wronged."

Zhuang Zhou didn't know how to answer him.

Mao Fei sniffled: "Paper."

Zhuang Zhou let go of his arms and gave him a piece of paper to twist his nose.

Mao Fei ordered again: "I want to wash my hair."

Zhuang Zhou carried him to the bathroom, moved him a small bench, and let him lie down by the bathtub to shower and wash his hair.

The water flow is brown, reminding Mao Fei of rice braised in braised broth.

He stopped holding on to the bathtub, he hugged Zhuang Zhou's thigh: "Brother, I'm so hungry."

If you want to eat the moon, I will pick it off for you.

After washing his hair and blowing it with a hair dryer, Mao Fei felt refreshed a lot.

He sat at the dining table waiting to be fed, watching Zhuang Zhou cook wontons for him, fry soft-boiled eggs, and mix a plate of crispy radishes that were not too spicy for him.

He rubbed his eyes that hurt from crying, but he still couldn't rub his teary eyes.

He said: "Zhuang, after I finish eating and sleep, I will tell you a secret that neither you nor I know."