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Later they found the brick factory where Zhou Jicai's son worked.There are many people in this place, so in order not to attract attention, I only brought a voice recorder this time.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun broke through the clouds, and the golden sunlight shone on the four people standing on the dirt. Behind them were several brick kilns, and trucks drove by, emitting an unpleasant exhaust fume.

Lao Yang: "Young man, you have not inherited any inheritance, so you have no obligation to repay the debt left by your father. If it is because of uneasy conscience, according to the law, you already do not owe Fu Chunrong any money."

Xia Yao stood aside: "According to the calculation of the annual interest rate of 24% that should be supported by the people's court, the total interest of equal principal and interest is 726077.95 in five years, and the total interest of equal principal is 610000. You have already repaid 230 million, far away beyond what the law supports."

A trace of anger flashed across the young man's face, he gritted his teeth and held back.

Song Xinci: "Is someone threatening you?" Most people would choose to call the police.

"Wang Xiangyong." The young man gritted his teeth.

At this time the foreman came over: "Enough talking."

The reason why the foreman agreed with him to come out was also due to Old Emperor Yang.

"Thank you." Lao Yang said.

The young man seemed to be very afraid of the foreman, so he went back with his head down.

The foreman waved his hand and said goodbye to the three of them.

Lao Yang touched his chin: "You said why didn't he go to Southeast Asia with his mother."

Xia Yao looked in the direction of the brick kiln: "Maybe he has no choice."

Song Xinci: "When we were chatting just now, someone has been looking at this side."

"Let's go." Lao Yang patted the dust off his body, turned around, "It's time to get to know Wang Xiangyong."

In the following weeks, they have been interviewing the parties involved, and they have traveled all over Liuxia County and the towns below. Of course, the name Wang Xiangyong is no longer unfamiliar, and many people have mentioned him.

Wang Xiangyong, male, 46 years old, deputy director of Liuxia County Public Security Bureau, marital status unknown, children unknown.

Although they have been keeping a low profile, there is no impenetrable wall in the world.

On December 12th, there was heavy rain and the temperature was 4-11 degrees Celsius.

It was colder than expected. Song Xinci came out of the hotel, and the car had already been driven out by the waiter.

Xia Yao followed behind Song Xinci. I don't know if it was because of the weather. Her face looked a little pale. There were still a few dark clouds floating in her eyes in the last second. In the next second, Song Xinci turned around and looked at her. At that time, a faint smile appeared on his face, and the gray woolen coat looked particularly intellectual.

"Thank you." Xia Yao said.

Song Xinci was wearing a flat military cap, his hands were tucked into his black vest, his right leg was slightly bent and his toes were pointing to the ground, his soft long hair was casually draped behind him, his body slowly leaned forward, and he shouted: "I'm going to fall!" It's about to fall."

Xia Yao pursed her lips and smiled, stepped forward a bit, supported Song Xinci's arm with both hands, and scolded: "So you should eat more food, you can't stand on flat ground, what should you do in the future?"

"Anyway, someone is helping me." Song Xinci squinted his eyes, "Sister Yao, do you think so?"

Xia Yao let go of Song Xinci, took a step back, and commented: "The vest is very beautiful."

Song Xinci looked at Xia Yao with sparks in his eyes: "All my beautiful clothes are for you to wear, look."

"Thank you." Xia Yao nodded, rubbing her chin with one hand, "I just always feel that there is something missing."

"No way." Song Xinci said and looked at himself, "I have consulted professionals on clothing matching..."

"I see." Xia Yao snapped her fingers.

Song Xinci thought it was funny, and tilted his head: "What do you know?"

"If you add another pair—" Xia Yao said while reaching into the coat pocket, "cashmere knitted warm double-layer thick gloves, it will be perfect."

"Pfft." Song Xinci walked over and poked Xia Yao's face, "Just wait for me here."

Xia Yao regained her calm expression: "Stretch out your hand."

Song Xinci stretched out his hand: "Sister Yao, you don't even know how attractive you are like this."

Xia Yao hummed: "Really." Helping Song Xinci put on the gloves, she bent down and squeezed Song Xinci's calf.

Song Xinci immediately ran away, took out the car key, unlocked it, and opened the door, as fast as if he was filming an action movie, urging: "Sister Yao, let's go quickly."

Xia Yao stood where she was: "The warm clothes I bought for you."

Song Xinci: "..." I really appreciate your kindness.

"Oh, it's almost nine o'clock."

"Where did you hide it?"

"Is work more important than clothes?"

"Why didn't I find it this morning." I thought you were wearing it.

"Sister Yao, what about your ideals, what about your beliefs, we still have interviews, do you remember?"

"You threw it away?"

"You bought it, how can I be willing?"

"Then why don't you wear them?"

"That's a long story."

"I specially bought the thin model, it doesn't affect anything."

Song Xinci: "Okay then, you wait for me at home, and I'll be back after the interview."

"Song Xinci." Xia Yao took a step forward, "If you catch a cold, I will, I will..."

What are you doing, Song Xinci surrendered: "I will start wearing it tomorrow."

Xia Yao walked over and pressed Song Xinci's hat: "Do you think I'm a bit wordy..."

Then she said it herself:

"But it's really cold, don't you think..."

"We have long passed the age of demeanor rather than temperature, right..."

"Besides, the one I chose for you is really thin and won't look bulging..."

"Is it a bit annoying for me to be like this, but I'm really afraid that you're cold. I just helped you put on gloves, and your hands are cold..."

Ouch, my God, if this is in the room, sister Yao, you will have a hard time today. Song Xinci takes a deep breath, the heart is like water boiling on a warm fire, the soft bubbles popping one by one, you can almost hear it The heartbeat was rolling gently.

Then Song Xinci looked into Xia Yao's clear eyes, and said in his heart, I am not a saint either, everyone has the seven emotions and six desires...

Xia Yao still said there: "I have been interviewing with me for the past few weeks. It is really hard for you. I don't know how to thank you..." Xia Yao stopped here because Song Xinci hugged her her.

"I will always be with you in the future." Song Xinci said softly.

Love is such a wonderful thing, she wants to say I can give everything for you, time is nothing, even life is no problem, damn, this thing is really hard to prove, words are too pale, words are empty, hey, really It's annoying, it seems that no one in the world can understand her.

Because... Sister Yao...

I really……

Very very, love you.

Song Xinci let go of Xia Yao, unable to bear the boredom of himself, tilted his head, and smirked there sullenly.

"Dangdangdangdang..." Xia Yao took out a toffee from her pocket and waved it in front of Song Xinci's eyes.

Song Xin turned his head to the other side again, covered his face with one hand, and said in a tone that seemed to be angry with someone: "I don't want to eat."

"Why." Xia Yao was at a loss, "Are you really angry?"

"No." Song Xinci covered his face with his hands and cried, "You don't understand." He acted like a child.

"Did I do something wrong?" Xia Yao coaxed, "Can I fix it?"

Oh, what, what, Song Xinci took a step back and smiled helplessly: "I'm talking nonsense now, don't worry about me."

"Ha..." Xia Yao opened her mouth halfway, with a half-understanding expression, but she didn't know what happened to Song Xinci's sudden suddenness.

"In short—" Song Xinci searched for words in his mind, "How should I put it, it's that you are too bright now, shining in my eyes."

Xia Yao: "..."

Ask in a low voice: "Did you not sleep well last night?"

Song Xinci: "..." I can't say that I love you and I can't bear it.

"Sister Yao." Song Xinci yelled, pointed to the left, and turned his gaze, "Look, the plane."

Xia Yao followed and looked over, outside was the continuous torrential rain, the sky was gloomy, the world was swept away by the rain, this may be the reason why the Mid-Levels Hotel was far away from the hustle and bustle, the road outside and the green behind the road showed a Clean and fresh colors, foggy rain, if you calm down and watch it, you will have a different mood.

Xia Yao doesn't hate rainy days, she smiled: "Why not aliens?"

"This is not important."

"Yeah."

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