Wealthy Love: Chasing the fleeing young grandmother

The female policeman glanced at her, "That... that Mrs. Dugu, you, are you really going?"

'If she really took this man to the police station, it is conceivable that her police career will come to an end!Damn it! '

Rong Shihan was a little dazed, and corrected her with a wave of her hand, "It's not that I'm going! It's you who want to arrest me! Temporarily repent, how can I become a qualified public servant?" Then she couldn't help but pick up Dugu Chenhao, "Good boy, today Mommy will take you to the place where your most admired police uncle works!"

"correct!"

Turning to look at the teacher who came out staggeringly, he gave a grateful smile, "If it wasn't for him, it must be her who was unlucky!" '

"Uncle Li, Uncle Li!" The driver who had been waiting on the side quickly came over, "Young Mistress!"

"Send Teacher Zhang to the hospital!" Then he opened the door of the police car and got on it, "This is not the first time for her to ride in a police car!"She used to be with Qing Yang, she was his right-hand assistant!Even now...it won't change! '

The two people in the front seat looked at each other, and shook their heads helplessly, "I didn't expect Zhang Ting to hit the muzzle of the gun, so it's her bad luck. She has a small mouth to see people talking, and the hell will hit the wall!"They are annoying too! 'Then slowly start the car,' This time, I hope she will restrain herself! '

"Hey, Young Mistress!" Looking at the police car going away, Uncle Li was anxious, "What should I do, what should I do?" He couldn't help but slapped his thigh, "Master!"

In a hurry, he took out his mobile phone, found Dugu Lin's number and dialed it, "Master, it's not good..."

police station.

Looking at the blue and white buildings outside, Rong Shihan's heart beat wildly a few times, "Qing Yang, are you...will you be here?" '

His gaze fell on the face of the person at the door, startled, "It's only been two days, and she turned out like this!" 'Slowly opened the car door, looked at the person standing on it, and smiled slightly, "Are you... all right?"

"He's not good, how can I..." Xiao Minyue smiled bitterly, "Shihan..."

"Miss Murong! A rare guest!" A respectful address made Rong Shihan turn her head and look at the owner of the voice. The man was about 27 or [-] years old. He was dressed in a black police uniform and had a cold handsome face, which made people feel noble and indifferent.The short black hair was gently blown by the wind, and those deep eyes looked directly at Rong Shihan, "Mrs. Dugu, you are here, let my police station flourish!"

"Uncle Duanmu..." Dugu Chenhao's eyes lit up, and he rushed over quickly, hugging his thigh tightly, "Uncle Duanmu, do you miss Chenhao?"

"This!" Duanmu Chenxi lifted him up from the ground, "I thought about it seriously, and there really isn't one!"

"Eh..." Rong Shihan frowned, 'This person...' "Are you the director?"

"It's not like it?" The man smiled warmly, and slowly stretched out his hand, "Hello, I'm Duanmu Chenxi!"

Rong Shihan glanced at it, turned around and walked towards the police station, "You and Dugu Lin know each other?"

"Of course, I'm still very familiar!" Duanmu Chenxi followed behind her with a smile, "I don't know...Miss Murong, what is your business here?"

"Shihan!" Xiao Minyue looked at Duanmu Chenxi, "Shihan, I..."

"Be safe and don't be impatient!" Rong Shihan shook her head, 'If this is Dugu Lin's friend, it will be easy to handle!If not...' looking up at the ceiling, 'if not, what should she...do? '

Watching the interaction between the two, Duanmu Chenxi frowned, "Is there something that kid is hiding from him?"Murong Shihan never interacted with outsiders, how could she know Xiao Minyue? '

Seeing Xiao Minyue running forward suddenly, Duanmu Chenxi was stunned, "Miss Xiao, stop, Miss Xiao!"

"Yue!" Rong Shihan was stunned, then followed quickly, turned a corner, looked at Mo Qingyang lying unconscious on the ground inside the iron gate, staggered, "Qingyang..." Then Quickly followed, "Qing, Qingyang!"

Xiao Minyue knelt on the ground, "Qing Yang, Qing Yang, wake up, she's here, Qing Yang, she's here, wake up, wake up!"

Rong Shihan glanced at it, and tightly covered her lips, "No, it's impossible, Qing Yang!" She rushed over quickly and slammed on the iron gate, "I'm Shihan, I'm Shihan, here I come , I’m coming, Ching Yang, I’m coming, I’m coming! Ching Yang!”

Hearing the noise outside, Mo Qingyang, who was lying on the ground without moving for a long time, moved his hands, slowly opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at the crying Rong Shihan and her constant The bleeding little hand opened its lips, "Shihan, don't..."

Rong Shihan looked at him quietly, smiled lightly, "Qing Yang, I'm here!" Then she got up and walked towards Duanmu Chenxi step by step, "Let him go!"

Looking at her expression, Duanmu Chenxi reflexively took a step back, "Miss Murong! This matter is not as simple as you think! Miss Murong..."

"Enough!" Rong Shihan roared, pointing at Mo Qingyang, "What you said is not simple, just looking at Qingyang like this, are you dying inside? Director Duanmu!"

"Not only that!" Duanmu Chenxi said solemnly, "Miss Murong, the things here are more complicated than you imagined! So... please forgive Duanmu for being powerless!" It's nothing more than a crime of theft!But during the investigation, he was actually involved in the smuggling of cultural relics!So... at this moment, he is really powerless! '

"Are you...are you unwilling to help, or...can't help?" Rong Shihan looked at him, and slowly knelt down, "I beg you, no matter whether he is guilty or not, please send him to the hospital first. Is it? Director Duanmu, I beg you! Qingyang him, don’t die!”

"Miss Murong!" Duanmu Chenxi was startled, seeing her desperate expression, her heart moved inexplicably, "Miss Murong, can you please get up?"

"Director Duanmu!" Xiao Minyue also knelt down, "Please, please take him to the hospital first, I beg you, I promise he won't escape, please help him!" Then he slammed his head on the ground, "I beg you!"

"No, don't!" Mo Qingyang uttered three words with difficulty, "No!"

"Qing Yang!" Rong Shihan looked at him who was dying, tears welled up in his eyes, got up quickly, rushed over, and tightly grasped his hand, "Qing Yang, I'm sorry, I didn't know that things would turn out like this! Qing Yang! Yue, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Mo Qingyang smiled softly, and parted his lips, "Tell me, you...are you my poetry, aren't you?"

"I..." Rong Shihan hesitated, "I..."

"She's not!" A gloomy voice sounded, Dugu Lin walked in from the outside full of murderous intent, looked down at Mo Qingyang, and said word by word, "She's not!"