The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

"Thank you!"

Qi Dongyang said happily, "But we can't take advantage of the masses. Please keep the money and patronize you next time."

Qi Dongyang patted the change of 80 into the uncle's hand and kicked off the back of the front seat.

The driver sipped a cup of soy milk and immediately drove the car with one hand.

Ten minutes later, the police arrived at Jingnan Avenue.

When I was about to approach the flower shop called "White" in front of me, I stopped the car in advance.

"Boss, if we come so directly, will it be against the rules?"

The round-faced man pushed up his glasses and asked.

Zhan Hao stared at the closed door of the flower shop not far away, his face thoughtful.

"Why is it against the rules?"

Qi Dongyang patted his belly and said, "Rules are dead, but people are alive."

"This guy is suspected of intentional homicide, and is also involved in an arson case a month and a half ago, as well as illegal surveillance... any one of them is enough for us to take him directly."

"Besides, this guy is so cunning, he would probably just run away with a normal summons."

The round face was convinced by his words.

Zhan Hao stretched his straight palm forward.

"Prepare."

Everyone immediately put away their playful smiles and checked their firearms and equipment.

"Try not to have a head-on conflict and set off."

With an order, everyone quickly got out of the car in an orderly manner.

Five figures silently and quickly approached the pastoral style flower shop with a mix of Chinese and European style.

The sky was still half gray and half white, there were no lights on inside the store, and it was impossible to see clearly through the glass door.

Zhan Hao asked people to disperse and pay attention to surrounding them.

Then he walked cleverly to the door and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he discovered the problem.

The door is open!No lock!

But there is clearly a "resting" wooden sign hanging on the door.

Years of experience in handling cases gave Zhan Hao an ominous premonition, and he immediately raised his hand and made a gesture.

The others instantly understood that they were preparing for a strong attack.

Qi Dongyang felt a sudden change in his heart.

It’s not like something happened again just after checking here!

Zhan Hao leaned against the wall, with one hand on his waist, holding the handle of the gun in the holster, reaching out and pushing the door open very slowly, and stepped in silently.

The flower shop was in a mess, with flower stands lying on the floor and flower pots and bouquets smashed all over the floor.

Zhan Hao's breathing picked up, and the finger holding the gun began to accumulate strength.

Taking another step forward, his eyes glanced across the wooden cabinet to a vague suspicious figure.

The muzzle of the gun flicked, and it was pointed at the past.

"Don't move! Police!"

The people behind filed in with guns, and the captain pointed inside.

The crowd looked intently.

Qi Dongyang let out a low "Fuck" and turned his gun, "Why is it you!"

Ma Tianxi described sitting on the ground in embarrassment.

His hair was messy, his beard was unkempt, and his clothes were wrinkled.

There were broken flower pots and culture soil all around, like a garbage man picking up garbage.

He squinted his eyes, slowly raised his head, looked at the policeman in front of him, fired his gun with Qi, and smiled.

"Are you going to arrest me again to cooperate with the investigation?"

He stretched out his dirty hands, as if tying them up and waiting for the handcuffs to be placed on him, his eyes darkened.

The young man, who is only in his early 20s, has gone through more vicissitudes than the old man selling buns just now.

Zhan Hao frowned, raised his hand, and motioned for others to put down their guns, "Where is Bai Shengren?"

Ma Tianxi's eyes finally showed some emotional reaction, and he looked at a room full of policemen with guns:

"What are you looking for him for?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Dongyang was so angry that he kicked down the crumbling four-story flower and tree stand next to him.

"Fuck! Let him run away first!"

Ma Tianxi's face changed slightly and he sat up straight: "What do you mean?"

"I fucking want to ask you why you are here! Isn't this a fucking shop named Bai?"

Qi Dongyang was furious.

That bitch was a lunatic who had been spying on his brother for more than ten years. He didn't know what he was planning, but at the last moment, he actually let someone run away.

Qi Dongyang stuffed the gun back into the holster, walked over, grabbed Ma Tianxi's collar, and lifted him up.

"Go back to the station with me!"

Ma Tianxi was thrown by Qi Dongyang to the round-faced policeman without any resistance and was caught in a police car.

Ma Tianxi sat in the police car, looking lifelessly at the concrete floor outside the window.

It should be said that he has been like this since yesterday.

Yesterday, he went to Ye's house again.

Carrying a big bag of fresh meat, vegetables and fruits that I bought from the vegetable market early in the morning, I stood at the closed door.

Ye Qiguang had just been discharged from the hospital after surgery, and the couple were staying at home.

Ma Tianxi is going crazy.

The icy heavy rain at the funeral woke him up completely. He thought about Ye Xuewei and went crazy!

Pain, regret, guilt, and heartache kept him awake at night.

He was so miserable that he stopped going to class and waited at the door of Ye Xuewei's house every day.

The parents Ye Xuewei cares about most are still there, and he wants to atone for his sins.

Even to atone for his sins, he could only stand at the door of Ye's family who had lost his only daughter, begging them to let him do his part, even as a lowly coolie.

However, Lu Li silently rejected her every time.

On this day, Ma Tianxi only stood for an hour before the door opened.

He felt excited, and when he looked up, it was Lu Li supporting Ye Qiguang, who looked weak.

"Uncle Ye, you can't come out to enjoy the breeze yet!"

Ma Tianxi was worried and quickly put down his things and tried to reach out to support him.

But Ye Qiguang reached out to stop him.

"Tianxi, let's go."

His tone was weak but calm, revealing deep exhaustion.

Ma Tianxi stood frozen on the ground.

"Whether you feel guilty or want to atone for your sins, don't do it again."

"Seeing you... it will only make things worse for us."

Ma Tianxi's face turned pale, and his straight shoulders almost collapsed.

But he couldn't say anything in defense.

It was he who killed Ye Xuewei.

For a long time, he took two steps back sluggishly.

Suddenly, he knelt heavily towards Ye Qiguang and Lu Li inside the door.

"you--"

"sorry."

Ma Tianxi lowered his eyelids, his voice was tight, and he kowtowed heavily.

He leaned on the ground, clasping his fingers hard on the cold floor, his voice hoarse and trembling:

"I'm sorry for Xuewei, I'm sorry for you two. Thank you Uncle and Aunt Ye for taking care of me in the past."

"...In the future, in the future, if you need it, please...even if it's punishment and revenge, please tell me, even if you let me die. I will definitely catch the person who forged the text message."

After saying that, he kowtowed three more times in the eyes of Ye's father and Ye's mother who were shocked and unspeakable.

After exerting so much force that there were blood stains on the floor, he got up and left.

Ye Qiguang looked at Ma Tianxi's leaving figure with unspeakable sadness in his heart.

This was once the child they watched grow up.

He was always brought home by his daughter with injuries all over his body.

From being silent and awkward at the beginning, she gradually became able to laugh and call her "Uncle Ye" and "Auntie", taking care of her daughters of the same age.

At first, they just thought their daughter was kind-hearted and had many playmates, but later...

The two children have developed other feelings for each other. How can a parent fail to see what his daughter is thinking?