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It was still dark, and there was no extra hand to hold the phone to illuminate the ground, so Yan Junge walked very carefully.

After walking for more than ten minutes, there seemed to be no movement in the person in his arms. Yan Junge was a little worried and said, "Yiyan, please talk to me."

Zhang Yiyan's voice was very low, as if he had just been woken up, with a hint of hoarseness, "I'm fine, I'm just resting."

"Yiyan, please talk to me. This road is too dark and too far."

He took two hard breaths and said, "Okay, tell me."

Through the faint moonlight, he lowered his head to see clearly the person in his arms. He covered his eyes with a handkerchief, only the lower half of his delicate face was exposed, and his arms were gently lifted.

"The man in black just now, do you have any clues?"

After a few minutes of pause, Zhang Yiyan said, "I don't know him."

"Next time I see you, run away if you can."

",,,"

Yan Junge said a little nervously, "In a word, if I weren't here today, could you crush him and beat him?"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Yiyan's mouth, he raised his left hand, slowly touched Yan Junge's face, and pinched it gently, "I'm not too thick-skinned, and I still have self-awareness."

"Boom~"

Yan Junge felt his face burning, his hands trembling, and his heart beating faster.

I must have been teased just now. He was obviously too weak to walk, but he was still teasing himself.

ah ah ah ah ah

After trying hard for a long time, I finally calmed down. My eyes looked down unconsciously, and when I met his raised lips, I turned my head forcefully.

"It's just about average thickness."

The two of them finally walked to the village without having a ride together. At this time, many people had gathered in the village, including Huang Yong, Le Sheng, Chen Hao, Song Qing, Shen Ran, Wang Tao, Ding Kun and the village chief. Village cadres and so on.

Yan Junge saw several people clearly, stayed on Song Qing's face for a moment, tightened his arms, lowered his head and softly described the current situation.

Zhang Yiyan nodded lightly, and then asked, "Find me a room, don't let anyone come in, and don't let them touch me."

"Okay, don't worry."

Le Sheng watched the person approach, and he thought, Damn it, Captain Yan was holding Zhang Ke, and he was still holding Zhang Ke, so he immediately took a photo for his record.

"What happened to Brother Yan? Is Zhang Ke injured?"

Song Qing reacted immediately and stepped forward quickly, "I'll check him out."

Feeling someone approaching, Zhang Yiyan immediately turned his head and shrank into his arms. Yan Junge reacted and took a quick step back, "Don't come over."

He lowered his head to check the condition of the person in his arms. There was no big reaction, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't come over, and don't touch him."

Then he walked directly around Song Qing and went to the empty room at the village headquarters, kicked everyone out, closed the door, and did not allow anyone to enter.

Song Qing was stunned on the spot, frozen by his distant and indifferent tone. In his eyes, was she a scourge that would hurt Zhang Yiyan?

Could it be that he discovered that he had deliberately led everyone to target Zhang Yiyan?

But there are only two times when I want to save people. Why?

He walked to the side somewhat dejectedly, looked up and saw Yan Junge's car. He pulled the door open but it was unlocked.

After getting into the passenger seat, the seat was indeed passive, and the faint fragrance in the air had not dissipated. Using the light of the mobile phone to search, I found a broken rubber band and two long black hairs.

It only takes 4 hours to get from city A to town, but it took him 6 hours. It is self-evident what he did in the middle.

I am here tonight because I have to come because there is progress in the case.

Take a deep breath and realize that you are right to break up.

("゜ロ゜)"

As for Yan Junge, he was moved for a moment when he saw the injured look on Song Qing's face, but thinking of Zhang Yiyan's injury, he went straight to the room.

"Yan Junge, get a basin of cold water. There is medicine in my box."

"Okay, I'll come right away."

He quickly went to the car to take out his suitcase, glanced at Song Qing who was still standing there, paused, and didn't lock the car. He could go up and rest when she was tired.

Back in the house, Zhang Yiyan directed Yan Junge to open the box and find the medicine bag.

"Put the red pill in the water and I'll soak your eyes."

Thinking of Song Qing outside the house, he responded, "Okay, you soak first, then call me and I'll go out for a while."

"it is good."

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Yan Junge came out of the house and saw Song Qing sitting in the car. He took a deep breath and sat in.

Without saying anything, he started the car and drove out for five minutes. He made sure he was some distance away from the village before stopping.

He took out the cigarette case from the mezzanine, took out one, lit it, took a strong puff, and slowly exhaled, "I want to know the reason for breaking up?"

Song Qing squeezed the rubber band in his hand, his eyes cold, "Yan Junge, we are not suitable. It is best for both of us to separate in time."

"What's inappropriate?" He lowered the window and blew out a smoke ring.

"In terms of living habits, diet, family situation, attitude towards relationships, and even three views, they are all inappropriate."

Yan Junge turned to look at him, his eyes full of hurt and anger, "What did I do wrong? To make you feel that we are so inappropriate, so inappropriate that we can talk for half a year."

"You said you'd live in your place, which is close to your work. That's fine."

"You said stir-fried vegetables and stews that are high in oil and salt are unhealthy. OK, let's eat lightly."

"You said that I keep my things around and don't share the housework. I've changed that. I also share the housework."

"We have such similar interests and are happy every day. Why do you say it's not suitable now?"

He took another puff of cigarette to calm down.

"I treat this relationship very seriously and never take a perfunctory or playful attitude."

"As for the three views, I can withstand the test."

Song Qing's expression softened slightly, but it immediately returned to his cold expression.

"Yan Junge, do you think I don't know anything?"

"I didn't make it clear because I wanted to leave each other the last bit of dignity."

Yan Junge crushed the cigarette butt with all his strength and said in a deep voice, "Then you must be clear about it."

Song Qing straightened his body and held his head high, as if he were at the negotiating table.

"Okay, let's make it clear."

"On the surface you agree with my eating habits, but you secretly go to a roadside stall in the middle of the night and complain about me to the shop owner."

I was satisfied to see his expression of embarrassment, anxiety, and wanting to explain.

Continue to speak out, "You said you shared the housework, but you always messed up. After you finished it, I had to do it again every night."

"Do you know why it's night? I'm afraid of hurting your self-esteem."

He sneered slightly mockingly,

"To be fair, Yan Junge, do you really like me and care about me?"

"Don't rush to defend, just listen to me."

"I like platycodon, not roses."

"I hate the smell of cigarettes, but you smoke in front of me every time."

"Also, the only time you made me brown sugar water was when I didn't get my period. I lied to you, and you didn't even suspect it because you didn't remember the date at all."

Yan Junge's face was very ugly, as if he had met her for the first time, but he still reached out to grab her hand and prayed,

"I can explain all these, and I will correct the things I did not do well, and I will definitely change them."

"I ate because I was hungry at night and had a midnight snack. I won't go there again."

"The flower is because the first time I gave you was a rose. If you said you liked it, I would buy it."

"As for menstruation, it's because,,,"

"Yan Junge!!!"

Song Qing's voice suddenly rose and she abruptly interrupted his explanation, "These are indeed trivial matters, but you have committed a matter of principle."

Seeing that he was still confused and innocent, he said angrily,

"Do you have to force me to tear off your last fig leaf? Are you already so shameless?"

Yan Junge was a little panicked. Could it be that his family had done something behind his back?

Throw money at her and force her to break up? If that's the case, make sure they apologize.

Song Qing raised his right hand and slowly spread it out, revealing the two long hairs and hair rope inside. He smiled sarcastically, "Don't you still admit it?"

"This was found in your car and you still don't admit it?"

Yan Junge suddenly laughed and wrote this for a long time, "I can explain, you misunderstood."

Song Qing smashed the headband into his face, and then quickly retrieved the evidence on his phone.

"Last night, you said you had work, but you went to the airport to pick him up and took him to Tianshui Mingdu."

"Are you afraid that things will be exposed, so you remembered the bouquet of roses you bought? You came home with the smell of that mistress's perfume. Now thinking about it makes me sick."

"The passenger seat was moved. This is probably where the mistress was sitting last night."

"Just sent home? Nothing else?"

He sneered and continued,

"The first step was to tell me that I was on a business trip, and the second step was to go to the mistress's house."

As he spoke, he pulled out the secretly taken photos of Zhu Yujun and slapped them in his face, "You lie to me while holding your mistress in your arms. It feels good."

"Yan Junge, I gave you a chance and asked you to come back immediately to explain, but you refused."

"You and your mistress parked the car on the side of the road for nearly an hour. Do you need me to tell you what disgusting things you did?"

Yan Junge looked at his "evidences" one by one. If he wasn't sure that he was aboveboard, he would really believe it.

I just feel chilled by her distrust, "Suspicion, supervision, tracking, investigation, evidence, trial, conviction. It's complete. I am guilty of a capital crime and there is no hope of recovery."

Song Qing just looked at him coldly and acquiesced to his words.

Yan Junge smiled self-deprecatingly, "What I am saying now is that everything is your conjecture and wrong judgment. I was wronged."

"You won't believe it, will you?"

"In your eyes, I'm just such a dirty, bottomless beast, right?"

Song Qing nodded firmly, "Yes."

"Garbage, it should be in the trash can."

"I just regret that I didn't see it clearly and wasted half a year."

Yan Junge rubbed his face vigorously, turned his head and stared at her, and said word by word, "Okay, I'm trash."

"You are noble, I won't stand in your way."

"Song Qing, move out as soon as you get back."

"When you know the truth in the future, I hope you won't regret it."

"I, Yan Junge, will never look back."

Song Qing clenched his hands and said, "Absolutely not."

"Okay, remember what you say now."

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