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the other side.

Qiao Nian opened the co-pilot's door, got into the car calmly, fastened his seat belt, and returned his coat by the way: "There is heating in the car, so you don't need this."

"Put it there." Ye Fanchuan also got into the car from the other side and pointed to a location.

Qiao Nian conveniently put the coat on the place he said, and sat lazily on the seat with her eyes closed, there was a light blue-purple mass under her eyelids.

Her eyelashes are very long, and it is difficult for others to notice the fatigue under her eyelids when she lowers her eyelashes. Only when she relaxes and is as defenseless as she is now can she see the clear and shallow marks.

Ye Wangchuan subconsciously adjusted the warm air to a comfortable temperature, then closed the car window to block out the noise outside, and asked her in a low voice, "Did you have a good rest these days?"

"En." Qiao Nian's eyes were still closed, her red lips were pursed, and she said hoarsely: "Zhou Zheng's matter has not yet come to a final conclusion, so I can't sleep well."

There was a hint of distress in Ye Wangchuan's eyes, he was not in the mood to mention the boy he hit on just now, his jaw tightened, he put his coat back on her, and softly comforted her: "What are you worried about. With the old man here, there will be no accidents this time."

Mr. Ye's status is closely related to Zhou Zheng's case, even if the Zhou family spends money to move around, no one will dare to make trouble.

What's more, this case also involves Master Cheng and the Nine Institutes, but anyone who knows something about the depth knows how deep the water is.

Only people with watts of brains would take this muddy water.

Therefore, Zhou Zheng's case is basically upholding the judgment of the first instance, and it is unlikely to reverse the case.

Qiao said 'en', but he didn't know if he heard it or not.

Seeing her tired and sleepy face, Ye Wangchuan didn't want her to be too tired, so he didn't continue this topic, but started the car and asked her: "Where are you going to go? Go back?"

Only then did Qiao Nian open her eyes: "Rhein."

She pressed her forehead, remembered what she had promised, turned her head and said to someone: "I have to go back and write a song."

She hasn't touched music for a long time.

Although I promised Nie Mi to help write a new song, to be honest, if I really want to do it, I'm afraid I have to find inspiration first, otherwise I really can't write it.

"Yeah." Ye Wangchuan turned the steering wheel and drove towards home, Cen Bo's lips curled up slightly, and said with a pretty arc: "I'll make you a hot pot tonight."

Qiao Nian raised the corners of her eyes, finally feeling a little interested, raised her hand and pushed down her peaked cap, and slumped on the co-pilot more relaxedly.

**

After Zhou Zheng's first-instance verdict came out, the Zhou family not only approached Ye Wangchuan to discuss the terms of a private settlement, but also inquired about an important piece of news from other people.

They rushed from the capital city to the city overnight.

Then in the early morning of the next day, I took my big bags and small bags and knocked on the door of an ordinary resettlement community unit building around the city.

"Who is it!"

The people inside responded.

Father Zhou tried his best to look amiable, hypocritically raised the corners of his mouth, and forced a smile.

The rusty iron door opened, and the face of a middle-aged woman poked out from inside.

The middle-aged woman looked very plain, wearing a knitted sweater. Seeing so many people standing in front of her house, she frowned, a little surprised and vigilant: "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is this Aunt Chen?" Father Zhou's expression became more and more warm, and he didn't dislike the poor appearance of the middle-aged woman, and he reached out to shake hands.

But when Aunt Chen heard him asking herself, she immediately shook her head and wanted to close the door: "Sorry, you have found the wrong person."