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Song Qing has an above-average appearance and has always had sassy short hair, giving him a capable, mature and steady look.

She is confident, has a beautiful resume, and has always been excellent in study and work. This is the foundation of her confidence.

She never believed that a person needed to be restricted by appearance, especially someone like herself.

Until Zhang Yiyan's first day at the Explosion Ban Bureau, she heard Yan Junge and Huang Yong and Le Sheng discussing his appearance outside the door.

For the first time, Song Qing knew that these usually rough men could be so talented in literature.

It is said that his eyebrows are like willow leaves, his eyes are like autumn water, his lips are red and his teeth are white, just like stars.

It is said that he has black hair like a waterfall, skin like white jade, and a slender waist that can be grasped.

At that time, she wanted to take care of Yan Junge's leg injury. After hearing this, she resisted the urge to rush in and question him, and moved away abruptly. At that moment, she suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

She had been thinking wildly in the office for a long time. It wasn't until Zhang Yiyan appeared in front of her and introduced herself that she realized he was a boy, a beautiful boy.

Song Qing suddenly felt a little happy, but also a little unwilling.

Unexplainable emotions were at work, so he would later lead everyone to say that he had gone through the back door, leading Yan Junge to discuss Zhang Yiyan, without stopping him from posting in the group.

Their relationship really got worse. She felt bad about herself, but the effect was remarkable.

But she was still shocked when she heard Yan Junge call Zhang Yiyan's name while drunk.

After saying this, Song Qing took a sip of wine and looked at Zhu Yujun with a wry smile, "Junjun, do you also think I'm despicable? It's clear that Zhang Yiyan didn't do anything."

Zhu Yujun patted her back comfortingly, "Qingqing, I think you are thinking a little too much. Yan Junge always has you in his heart no matter what."

"This Zhang Yiyan is a boy no matter what. You and Yan Junge have been together for so long, it's impossible that you haven't done anything."

"A person like him can't be straighter at first glance."

"Don't set up imaginary enemies for yourself, it's so tiring, and that Zhang Yiyan is quite innocent."

"Isolated, ridiculed, and even told that he had taken advantage of the back door, your Yan Junge feels guilty, which shows that he is a conscientious person."

"Promise me, stop thinking so wildly, this is not like you anymore."

Song Qing was suddenly startled. It was really not like her to worry so much about gains and losses.

He nodded, "Okay, I promise you, it will be fine."

"That's right."

What the two said again, Song Qing couldn't remember clearly, so he fell asleep in a daze, and he overslept the next day.

Zhu Yujun left a message, "I'm on a business trip, please remember to miss me."

"Your boyfriend called this morning and I answered it. He said he asked for leave for you today, so have a good rest."

"Love you, alright."

Song Qing looked at the messages on his phone, held his head and sat up. When he looked again, he saw that there were indeed many missed calls.

After thinking about it, I still didn't call back. I got up and made myself a cup of coffee, sat on the sofa, and started thinking about what I should do in the future.

She is reluctant to break up, at least not yet. After talking yesterday, she has figured out a lot of things and will consider him more in the future.

The next morning, the atmosphere in the meeting room of the Municipal Bureau was serious.

Yan Junge wore gloves and unfolded a letter. It was a report letter, and the recipient was Yan Junge.

Project the content of the letter onto the screen and read it carefully.

"The letter mentioned that a murder occurred 13 years ago, and the victim's body was dumped in a mountain forest in Shilin Town."

Then a few key points were circled on the screen, "Victim's name Zhang Chengjun, suspects, Wang Mei, Ye Hai, motive for murder, killing for love."

"The letter pointed out that Wang and Ye had an improper relationship between men and women. Zhang Chengjun went out to work all year round. He came home and discovered the incident and was killed."

Huang Yong looked at the information above and raised doubts, "Captain Yan, since this is a matter in Shilin Town, why is the report letter sent here, and it is specially for you."

Yan Junge shook the envelope, which had the name of a prison printed on it, "This is a report letter from an inmate. It must be sent to me."

"I just called the Wang Office of the Shilin Town Forbidden City. They have organized manpower to search. We will contact you as soon as there are results."

"According to the people mentioned in the letter, Lesheng will follow up and arrange an investigation."

"Dayong, come with me to meet this whistleblower."

Huang Yong nodded in agreement.

Two hours later, Yan Junge and Huang Yong successfully met the whistleblower Li Hang at the suburban prison.

Yan Junge had no impression of this person. He probably didn't catch it himself. Why was it sent to him?

"Li Hang, tell me about the report letter? How did you know there was a murder?"

Li Hang rubbed his hands nervously, "Boss, I was eating in that town last year, and I accidentally heard someone from the table next to me mention it, so I made a note of it."

"I am doing a good deed by reporting and seeking justice."

Yan Junge kept looking at him and smiled, "I think he was thinking of having his sentence reduced as soon as possible for his meritorious service."

"Hehe, it would be great if the sentence could be reduced." Li Hang laughed awkwardly.

He lowered his head and flipped through the file in front of him. Li Hang, 27 years old, had robbed and injured people many times.

"How do you know my name? I shouldn't have caught you here."

Li Hang twisted his fingers and said anxiously, "I also heard from people in the same cell that the leader is a master in this field. If the report is reported to other places, it may not be done. I am also worried that it will be a useless effort."

Yan Junge's sharp eyes glanced at him, and the person opposite him rubbed his hands nervously, lowered his head, and peeked from time to time.

Report it to other places and it will not be taken seriously? Or for yourself?

Although he appeared a little timid, he was very sure about the report letter.

He also called several people in his cell to ask, and two of them admitted that they had mentioned Yan Junge's name, and that they had indeed been arrested by themselves.

On the way back, Huang Yong drove the car and glanced at Yan Junge, "Brother Yan, I always feel that you have been preoccupied these past two days."

"Director Song didn't come to work yesterday. Wasn't there a quarrel?"

Yan Junge kept staring at the phone, and looked back at him after hearing this, "Don't talk nonsense, we are fine. Her best friend came yesterday. Good friends haven't seen each other for a long time, and they are not allowed to communicate with each other."

"Then what are you doing with your frown?" Huang Yong slammed the accelerator, already wanting to drive Brother Yan's car.

"I asked Yiyan when he would return to City A, but he never got back to me." His phone was rummaged through, and there was no reply from Zhang Yiyan in the latest messages.

"Ah, I'll go, I thought it was nothing. Isn't it about the exchange meeting? I guess my cell phone has been confiscated."

"Maybe."

Huang Yong was driving the car with a happy expression. He suddenly trembled and stuttered, "Brother Yan, what did you just say???"

"It's just a word, that's what you call it. Are you on such a good relationship?"

Yan Junge rolled his eyes and said, "You are very lenient. Be polite to him in the future, otherwise you will be taught a lesson and don't cry to me."

Thinking of Zhang Yiyan's skills, Huang Yong swallowed quietly, "Of course, haha, I just didn't expect your relationship to be so good."

"After getting along with each other, I found that he was quite nice. Before, we were blamed for being too narrow-minded. It made the relationship tense."

After thinking about it carefully, Huang Yong nodded, "It's true to say that when people come in with their true abilities, we make first impressions and judge people by their appearance."

"Then let me call him Yiyan. He can call me Brother Huang."

Yan Junge lay down on the seat and wanted to roll his eyes again, "You want something good."