she's a rose she's a gun

The first week of living at Nico's house was uneventful and uneventful.

Both Wen Wenming and Mu Yang felt that they enjoyed this time very much. Both of them were given a holiday by their units and companies, although Lan Jinghe was very, very reluctant.And during this period of time, it happened that they were inconvenient to go out, Wen Wenming instructed Mu Yang to cook, and the two often worked together in the kitchen.

When Nico comes back from get off work every day, he can always see the "spicy eyes" scene of Wenming sticking tightly behind Mu Yang, and the two of them holding a spoon together.

She had no choice but to cover her eyes and enter the room, who asked herself to invite these two gods.

However, when Nico was at home, Wen Wenming and Mu Yang were still very careful, but some habits had been formed in their own home, and some of them could not be changed for a while.

"I'm going to work tomorrow." That night, when the two were lying on the bed, Wenming said in a low voice.

"Yeah, this week has passed so quickly." Mu Yang also whispered in Wen Wenming's ear.

"Should we move back tomorrow night? I think there should be no paparazzi, and we always live with Nico, and it's not convenient for her, nor for us...""

"Well, I want to go home too."

"I'll take you to work and pick you up every day from now on."

"no need."

"That won't work. After all, those people are still at large. You can rest assured that you have a policeman by your side."

"Then what are you doing at work?"

"Picking you up is also protecting the people, Lao Yang will understand. Besides, I believe it won't take long."

In the darkness, Mu Yang seemed to see the sparkling fire in Wenming's eyes.

She patted Wen Wenming's firm belly lightly with peace of mind, and closed her eyes: "Go to sleep, good night."

Early the next morning, Wen Wen sent Mu Yang downstairs to the Kunlun Entertainment Company. Mu Yang's Audi had disappeared, and the two bought a new ordinary Volkswagen car, which was comfortable and low-key to drive.

After sending Mu Yang off, Wen Wen rushed to the bureau immediately. They didn't start work for a week, and Lao Yang and the others were also very busy. They didn't have time to tell her how far it was going. She was eager to invest in the investigation of that group of people.

When she first entered the office, she wanted to say hello to everyone warmly, but she didn't expect it to be quiet inside. After a closer look, she found that Yang Dongliang, Xiao Han, and Da Biao were lying on the sofa or lying on the table. Some even slept directly on the ground, and several people were lying here and there in the entire office.

The civilization is clear, this is a mission in the middle of the night last night.

She turned and left the office, closed the door quietly, and when she came back, she had several bags of steamed buns and soy milk in her hands, which she placed lightly on the table.

"Bell—" The sound of the alarm clock on the mobile phone startled her, and the middle-aged man on the sofa bounced up suddenly. After waking up for a second, he turned off the alarm clock.

Civilization couldn't help but be dumbfounded, Yang Dongliang's quality as an old policeman for many years is really not covered.

"Master, eat something." She handed over a bag of buns.

Yang Dongliang patted his face, saw Wenming appeared in front of him, and hurriedly stood up: "You are back? Oh yes, today is Monday, how is your injury?"

Wen Wen put a straw in the soy milk and handed it to Yang Dongliang: "It's all good, no problem at all, what did you do last night? Did you stay up all night?"

Yang Dongliang waved his hand, and bit off most of the bun: "Don't mention it, after three nights, I finally sorted out the companies related to 'tungsten' in our city."

Civilization asked puzzledly, "What is tungsten?"

Yang Dongliang gave a wry smile, and patted his head: "I don't know about you, but three days ago, the forensics department found out that the arrow that shot you contained a large amount of the metal 'tungsten', so we have been looking for and I forgot to tell you about the company related to 'tungsten'."

Civilization's eyes lit up: "What are there?"

"After dinner, let's talk together in a meeting."

In the conference room, Yang Dongliang took several rosters and checked them one by one: "These dozens of companies either produce tungsten or buy tungsten for processing. In short, everyone should check one by one. Don't relax your vigilance when checking. You can properly send some news to them, and then keep an eye on me to see if there is any abnormality, let's go to work."

After the meeting, Wenming took the roster in his hand and looked at the companies he was assigned to: Full Time Mining Co., Ltd., Honest Logistics, Jinmei Construction, Dolly Group...

Variety.

Yang Dongliang walked behind Wen Wenming and patted her on the back lightly: "Can you?"

Civilization turned around and nodded.

"Be careful and change your outfit a little when you go. After all, someone from these companies may have participated in your assassination that day." Yang Dongliang's voice was not without worry.

"Don't worry." Wenming smiled: "If there is such a person, I will definitely find him out!"

However, the civilization that ran for a day found nothing.

At six o'clock in the evening, Wenming sat in the car, looked at the list in his hand, and called Yang Dongliang: "Quanshi and Honesty have been there, checked their tungsten production and use, and checked the storage status on the spot. I didn’t find anything unusual, I’m going to come back with relevant materials, and the person in charge has sent someone to watch over them, so that’s all I can do now, and I’ll go to the other ones tomorrow.”

"Has anyone acted strangely after seeing you?"

Civilization thought for a while, then shook his head affirmatively: "I don't think so, it's all quite normal."

"Oh, okay, that's all for today, you go home."

"Okay."

Wenming happily drove to Kunlun.

Mu Yang was already waiting downstairs. After seeing Wen Wenming's car, he quickly opened the door and got into the car.

"How was the first day back to work?" Wenming asked casually, letting go of the handbrake.

However, she immediately saw that Mu Yang's eye circles were red after taking off his sunglasses, and he seemed a little sad.

"What's wrong?" Her heart tightened.

Mu Yang put his hand on Wen Wenming's thigh, and after a moment of silence, he whispered, "It's nothing, it's just that my mother called me today, and my grandma passed away."

Wen Wenming stopped the car lightly, grabbed the back of Mu Yang's hand with his backhand, and didn't speak.

She knew that the call Mu Yang received today not only brought her the news of her grandma's death, but also meant that the seven-year cold war between her and her parents was showing signs of easing.

The two stayed quietly for a while, Mu Yang took a deep breath, smiled and scratched Wen Wenming's palm: "It's okay, let's drive, tomorrow night is my grandma's funeral, can you...can you go with me?"

Wenming held Mu Yang's hand tightly: "Of course."

Early the next morning, Wen Wen came downstairs to the Dolly Group, and today she had to go to three companies. She wanted to call it a day and accompany Mu Yang to the funeral at night.

"Hello, I'm the police, and I need to find your person in charge." Wenming, who was wearing a pair of glasses and disguised a little, tapped on the desk at the front desk and showed his ID.

After a while, the girl at the front desk received the call, and after a few responses, she was guided to the elevator.

"Excuse me, officer, our general manager has something to do right now. The secretary of the general manager can receive it on his behalf." On the fifth floor, in front of a meeting room, the girl at the front desk stopped.

Civilization opened the door and saw a man about 35-40 years old waiting inside.

"Hi, officer. I'm He Ruofei, secretary to the general manager of Dolly Group." The man was very enthusiastic. When he saw Wen Wenming coming in, he hurriedly stretched out his hands.

Civilization waved his hand, indicating that he is welcome.

"Hello, Mr. He, I'm Wenming from the Donghu District Police Station. We have a case related to the physiotherapy devices produced by Dolly Group, so I'm here this time to learn about the production and sales of physiotherapy devices." Wen Wenming took Under the pretense prepared in advance.

He Ruofei nodded again and again: "Of course, I will ask them to bring over the production records and sales records."

After making the phone call, he wiped the sweat from his brow and asked cautiously, "Officer, can I ask what the case is?"

Wenming smiled apologetically at him, but didn't answer.

He Ruofei nodded fiercely: "I understand, why don't I take you to the research and development room of the physiotherapy device?"

Civilization can't wait for it: "Then trouble Mr. He."

The Physiotherapy Instrument of Dolly Group is one of the best-selling health care products, and it is also the flagship product of Dolly Group. After the investigation of the Economic Investigation Detachment, this product alone has brought huge profits to Dolly Group.

But Civilization used it as an excuse, mainly because her purpose of this time—tungsten was installed on this physiotherapy device.

Wenming casually looked at the various equipment in the R&D room, stopping from time to time to ask the engineers some questions.

In front of the installation platform where "tungsten" was placed, Wenming stopped, squinted his eyes, and then pointed to it and asked He Ruofei knowingly: "What is this?"

"This is tungsten, a non-ferrous metal with high hardness and high melting point. It was originally used in aerospace rockets and electronic communication technology. Our group creatively used it on physiotherapy instruments, so our physiotherapy instruments sold very well. "Although He Ruofei was cautious, there was no lack of pride in his tone.

"This thing should be more precious, right?"

"Yes, so we are strictly controlled, and every shipment has its own number."

Civilization nodded: "Well, by the way, do you have a production and sales list of physiotherapy instruments?"

He Ruofei took the list handed over by his subordinate: "Ready."

Civilization simply flipped through it. Although she is not very professional in this area, she really can't see any flaws at first glance.

She nodded, turned to He Ruofei and said, "Thank you, Mr. He, I'll take this list back to the police station first, is that okay?"

He Ruofei nodded vigorously: "Of course, I will see you off, officer."

Arriving at the gate, Wen Wenming glanced back at the beautifully decorated hall, and slightly nodded at He Ruofei: "Mr. He, please stop, and one more question, what is the general manager today?"

He Ruofei adjusted his glasses and wiped the sweat off his head: "The general manager has something to do at home today, I'm really sorry."

Civilization nodded, turned and went to the next one.

At six o'clock in the evening, Wen Wen finished running to the remaining companies, carefully took notes, sent someone to keep an eye on him, and went home to pick up Mu Yang.

Mu Yang didn't go to the company this afternoon, but concentrated on sorting out his mood at home.

When Wen Wenming saw Mu Yang wearing a black cheongsam with a small white flower pinned to his chest and getting into the car with a determined face, she knew that she was ready to face her parents and that family.

No matter what decision she makes, she supports her.

Wen Wen gently shook Mu Yang's hand: "I'm here."

Mu Yang breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and gave Wen Wen a smile.

The two drove to Mu Yang's grandma's house.

As soon as I entered the gate, the civilization was shocked. This is a private courtyard, and the decoration style of Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty is quite gorgeous just from the appearance, not to mention the exaggerated floor area and top-of-the-line decoration. security forces.

"Muyang...what does your family do..." Wenming stammered and asked.

Mu Yang was also surprised, but she quickly sank her face: "It's all about starting a company, but I didn't expect it to be like this."

The two walked in with mixed emotions.

"Civilization." Just as he was going up the steps, Mu Yang called Wenming in a low voice from behind.

Civilization turned its head.

Mu Yang looked calm: "Today I'm just here to mourn my grandma. I don't plan to repair the relationship with them, and I will never let them affect our relationship."

Wenming gently rolled his Adam's apple, then smiled and took Mu Yang's hand: "I'm all up to you."

The author has something to say:

Unexpectedly, Mu Yang was born in a wealthy family, and she is a real daughter. . .

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