Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

Tan Yixue sat in Zhao Zhuling's seat without saying a word, her delicate brows furrowed with a thoughtful expression.

Shen Tingyu pursed her lips and walked to her seat.

Lan Jingjing immediately approached Shen Tingyu and gossiped to her:

"Zhao Zhuling's entry into the police station this time is a big deal."

Shen Tingyu pursed her lips, "Not necessarily, don't talk nonsense."

Like most of his classmates, Shen Tingyu didn't believe that Zhao Zhuling could kill someone.

This is most likely a misunderstanding.

Lan Jingjing blinked, "Although Zhao Zhuling may not necessarily kill someone, it's strange why she would appear next to that homeless man. Zhao Zhuling is obviously the most clean person, and she doesn't go to the snack street very often."

"I don't know." Shen Tingyu said, if they knew, then the police uncle could retire and take care of himself.

After a while, Huo Ran and Shen Sui also came to the classroom.

Shen Sui used to be the noisiest one, and he would definitely cause quite a commotion as soon as he entered the classroom.

Now under Mu Shutian's control, he behaves like a little chicken.

Shen Tingyu glanced at the direction Huo Ran came in. Their eyes met in mid-air. Shen Tingyu pursed her lips and looked away with embarrassment.

Huo Ran curled his lips, chuckled, and came to his seat.

Right now, the police station.

Zhao Zhuling sat trembling in the interrogation room. The reason why she was brought to the police station was not because she was the murderer. In fact, Zhao Zhuling was a witness.

She knew the whole process of the murderer's murder of the homeless man and saw it all.

Zhao Zhuling lowered his head, his heart beating violently, and the scene of the homeless man being killed still appeared in his mind.

A strong feeling of nausea surged up from his stomach, and Zhao Zhuling finally couldn't help it and vomited with a "wow" sound.

Seeing this, the police from across the street quickly came to Zhao Zhuling and asked her concernedly how she was doing.

Zhao Zhuling was speechless. She was so frightened by the scene she saw before.

At the same time, at the door of the police station.

A man in a black suit hurried over. The man looked to be in his forties. He wore black-rimmed glasses and had a very elegant temperament.

The police officer on duty brought the man to the interrogation room with a respectful attitude. He is probably also a big shot in City B.

Arriving at the interrogation room, Zhao Zhuling cried immediately when she saw Xiao seeing him.

"Dad..." Zhao Zhuling cried.

This man is Zhao Zhuling's father, Zhao Zhiliang, an important leader of the city government.

Zhao Zhiliang looked at his daughter. Zhao Zhuling's face was pale and she looked frightened.

"It's okay." Zhao Zhiliang patted Zhao Zhuling's head. "It's okay. Dad is here. Don't be afraid. Let's talk carefully about what's going on."

After Zhao Zhiliang appeared, Zhao Zhuling's mood became much more stable, and his spirit was not as tense as when he was facing the police alone.

"Zhu Ling, tell me what you saw." Zhao Zhiliang said.

He was also very worried, fearing that this incident would leave some bad psychological shadow on his daughter.

Zhao Zhiliang had only one child, Zhao Zhuling. Before Zhao Zhuling, he had two children, both boys, but neither of them survived.

Therefore, Zhao Zhiliang doted on his only daughter, otherwise it would not have been possible for Zhao Zhuling to develop such a pampered temperament.

But this time Zhao Zhuling's psychological shadow was so terrifying that she now had no trace of the past at all.

It was like he was a completely different person, submissive.

Zhao Zhuling didn't say much when he heard Zhao Zhiliang's question.

Zhao Zhiliang frowned, feeling more and more worried. Seeing this, the policeman opposite quickly comforted the father and daughter.

"Let the child rest, Mr. Zhao," the policeman said.

Zhao Zhiliang sighed, "Okay."

After a while, the police left the interrogation room.

Zhao Zhiliang took out his mobile phone and prepared to call his wife Li Jingsi.

When I dialed the phone, the busy tone sounded over and over again, but no one answered.

Zhao Zhiliang frowned and was about to call again when he suddenly heard his daughter's voice.

"Stop fighting, dad..., I, I want to go home."

Zhao Zhiliang pursed his lips, thinking that his daughter had been frightened just now, and she really shouldn't stay in a nervous place like the police station anymore. What's more, Zhao Zhuling had been afraid of the police station since she was a child.

After a while, Zhao Zhiliang took Zhao Zhuling out of the police station.

They live in Mingshui Mansion.

Along the way, Zhao Zhuling remained silent. Zhao Zhiliang sighed from time to time and said nothing.

Back at Mingshui Mansion, the servant opened the door and looked at Zhao Zhiliang nervously, "Sir, there is someone at home, waiting for you in the living room."

Zhao Zhiliang frowned, thinking that it was his students who were bothering him again, and he was inevitably a little upset.

"Next time, don't let strangers in." After saying this, Zhao Zhiliang led Zhao Zhuling into the villa.

There were two people in the bright living room, one standing and the other sitting.

The man standing was wearing a retro black suit and sunglasses. Zhao Zhiliang could tell that this man was expressionless at the moment without taking off his sunglasses.

The person sitting was wearing a white robe with intricate patterns embroidered around the buttons, like some kind of mysterious totem.

The hand with clear joints held a fan. It looked like the fan handle was made of fine white jade. The fan paper was white with no words on it.

This man, just one look at him, makes people dare not look at him again.

He is like a high-altitude god, looking down on all living beings indifferently.

Zhao Zhiliang's original irritability disappeared at this moment, replaced by awe, although he didn't know why he felt awe of this man.

"Who are you?" Zhao Zhiliang stepped forward and asked.

Zhao Zhuling followed her father to the living room, glanced at the man, and then paused. She was just amazed by his appearance and completely forgot about the "I don't know" thing about going there last night.

Huo Qingchen smiled, put his fans together, and lightly tapped the opposite side, "Sit down."

Zhao Zhiliang seemed to be dominated by some powerful force. He sat on the sofa opposite Huo Qingchen and looked at him.

Zhao Zhuling sat next to her father, peeking at the man opposite him from time to time, thinking about his identity and background.

This was her first time seeing such an amazing man.

Huo Qingchen spoke slowly, "Zhao Zhiliang, should I call you that? Is that your name?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Zhiliang asked calmly.

He didn't think the man opposite was talking nonsense.

Huo Qingchen smiled lightly, opened the fan, and fanned slowly. This summer is a bit long and sultry.

As the fan shook, Zhao Zhuling's consciousness became weaker and weaker. In the end, although he could barely maintain a sitting position, he could no longer hear other people's voices.

"Li Zhiliang, you are a child of the Li family in Yuncheng. Although decades have passed, you will never forget Li Linqing, right?"