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The author has something to say: Pan Yao’s business is not over yet, and there is still a story that will come to an end? Thank you for your follow-up.

When Song Xianfei went to the company early in the morning, he always felt a little uneasy. First, he asked Cheng Yi if everything was going well, but Cheng Yi always answered perfunctorily by saying that everything was fine.

What's more, since last night, my heart has been inexplicably flustered, tossing and turning in the middle of the night, and I always feel that something bad will happen today.

But the intuition did not lie. Two policemen came to the company early in the morning, saying they came to him to find out more about the situation. After Yang Qiumin's incident, this was the second time that the police came to the door. No one is in the mood to continue working.

Song Xianfei invited the two policemen to sit down in the office, asked Feng Yuanyuan to make two cups of tea, and then asked them what they needed to know.

"Pan Yao."

One of the policemen cut to the chase and asked directly, "How much does Director Song know about him?"

Song Xianfei's heart skipped a beat, the cup swung, and he sprinkled a few drops of hot water on his hands, which made him shiver all over.

"Understood, we are still very familiar, we are friends." He asked back: "What's wrong with Pan Yao?"

At this time, he was still calm, it was entirely out of his trust in Pan Yao, he told himself that the police were only here to learn about the situation, and they would leave after asking a few words.

But he was still too naive after all.

One of the policemen said, "We are the police officers in charge of investigating Yang Qiumin's case. We have confirmed that Pan Yao is suspected of accepting bribes, money laundering, and violating commercial secrets. We will arrest him in accordance with the law."

"How is it possible?" Song Xianfei retorted subconsciously, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk tightly.

First Yang Qiumin, then Pan Yao, one after another like a farce, he couldn't believe it easily.

"We went to look for someone in Pan Yao's neighborhood, and found that his house had been sold to someone else two months ago, and he himself hadn't shown up. We wanted to know when Director Song contacted him the last time. "

Song Xianfei was stunned for a long time before answering in a daze: "Pan Yao asked for sick leave a few days ago, and hasn't been here since then."

The two policemen murmured in private for a while, as if they were verifying some information, Song Xianfei just stood there, the blood in his body seemed to stagnate for a moment.

"Comrade policeman." Song Xianfei interrupted the two of them, and continued to argue feebly, "Pan Yao is my best friend, I don't believe he would do such a thing, since Manager Yang has been wronged, is he right?" Was wronged too?"

The two policemen said that the case was still under further evidence collection and investigation, and it was inconvenient to reveal too much. They also said that the evidence of the crime was convincing, and that Pan Yao had most likely absconded abroad, leaving a few short words before saying goodbye and leaving.

The evidence is conclusive.

Song Xianfei stood there blankly, his mind blank. He still didn't believe that it was Pan Yao who did it. How could the person who treated him like his own brother have something to do with this kind of thing.

After the two policemen left, he quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed Pan Yao's number over and over again, but every time the notification sound was turned off, he didn't hear the familiar old Song from the microphone again.

Such a living person, who has been with him for more than ten years, is like a dream, and now he wakes up from the dream, and the person has disappeared.

He knew that Pan Yao was fine except that he had a lot of fun, because Song Xianfei was two years older than him, and Song Xianfei took him as his rare confidant, brother who accompanied him through the most difficult times.

But now, it seemed that he couldn't understand this person at all.

Song Xianfei felt a sense of powerlessness eroding every inch of his bones, he felt the blood in his brain swirling and churning like a whirlpool, and his ears were filled with roaring sounds.

He closed his eyes, feeling even more confused.

"Director Song."

Yuan Le stood at the door of the office and called him several times, but Song Xianfei didn't agree when he knocked on the door, so he simply walked in with a thick stack of documents.

Song Xianfei opened his eyes in a daze, and asked him what's the matter.

Yuan Le just wanted to say that Pan Yao hadn't come for so many days, and the materials to be signed were almost piled up. When his eyes fell on Song Xianfei's face, he was stunned and said, "Director...why are you crying?"

cry?Song Xianfei touched his face with his hand, stained with tears from the back of his hand.

He turned around and asked Yuan Le to put down the document, saying that he would take time to read it.

As soon as Yuan Le left, Song Xianfei quickly grabbed a few tissues, trying to wipe away his tears and calm down, when the phone in his hand vibrated suddenly.

He shuddered suddenly, thinking it was Pan Yao, and when he saw the caller ID, he silently picked it up and put it next to his ear.

"Hey Ah Fei, I'll pick you up after get off work."

Cheng Yi's voice sounded the same as usual, without any emotion, but it was a little too flat and calm.

"Cheng Yi..."

Song Xianfei called his name, he shouldn't have been crying, but after he uttered his voice, he realized that there was an unstoppable trembling cry in his voice, and he couldn't say what he wanted to say at all, and then he couldn't stop crying.

For so many years, he has forgotten when was the last time he cried like this. The time is so long that he almost forgets the tear gland.

"Don't be afraid, I'm still here, Ah Fei."

Cheng Yi's voice came slowly from the other end of the phone, like a dose of painkiller for the wound, which made Song Xianfei feel at ease, "I will always be here."