Wangxiang Terrace

Song Changan, who was sitting in the office, was eating snacks and drinking coffee, listening to Zhang Dali's report.

"What! Really? Minglou broke into the operation department and killed Liang Zhongchun's brother-in-law!" Song Changan opened his eyes wide and leaned forward, looking like he was gossiping.

"That's right, he died with a single shot, and he still said it when he left." Zhang Dali puffed up his chest and crossed his legs to learn Minglou, "Give him a pension for the death in battle. You write a report, and I will approve the note."

It was also in his own office that Song Chang'an didn't care so much, and laughed out loud when he saw Zhang Dali's funny but imitative imitation, "Shouldn't it? I've already..."

"What? Director, what did you say?"

With a bang, the door of the office was suddenly kicked open, "I didn't know that Director Song of the Torture Division likes to discuss family issues like other women!"

Seeing the man rushing into his office in such a hurry, Song Changan put down the snack in his hand and clapped his hands to stand up, "Is Mr. Ming here to thank me?" Yes, he even kicked down a door of mine, Mr. Ming is really careful, he even helped me figure out the reason for accepting bribes."

Seeing the sweet smile on Song Changan's face, Minglou really had the illusion that he was here to give her a gift.

"Director Song's eloquence has only been learned today." Then he looked at Zhang Dali, "Get out!"

Zhang Dali stood aside and did not dare to say anything. One was an upstart of the new government, and the other was his immediate boss. It was really a disaster for gods and little devils to fight. It would be neither good nor bad for him to leave, or not to leave.

"You go out first, go to the Finance Department, and tell them that the door to the office of the chief of the torture department is broken, and it will be deducted from Mr. Ming's salary."

Hearing Song Chang'an's words, Zhang Dafei fled as if, and he didn't forget to close the door carefully when he went out.

Song Changan went to the coffee table and poured a cup of coffee, "Mr. Ming might as well try mine", and stretched out his hand to Minglou who was sitting on the sofa with a serious expression.She took this opportunity to observe, her eyebrows were lowered and brought together, her brows were furrowed, her eyes were angry, and her lips were tightly shut.

After watching Minglou take a sip, Song Changan said, "What? Killing a person is not enough to calm Mr. Ming's anger. It seems that Miss Ming has played a big role after she got home!"

"Director Song, I don't need you to judge my sister." After Song Chang'an spread his hands aside, Ming Lou cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "This is someone who deliberately framed her. My sister is just a businessman who doesn't understand In this political field, you come and go."

Song Changan looked at Minglou who was opposite, "Mr. Ming, the Japanese will not let anyone who is suspected be let go. They are still presenting the evidence because they want to maintain their gentlemanly demeanor."

"Director Song..."

"Mr. Ming, if you have the ability to stand up everywhere, it's better to go home and educate your sister not to act rashly." Song Changan interrupted Minglou, got up and went to the desk to take a document and handed it to Minglou, "Mr. You don’t think that the trip on the 76th is for nothing, do you?”

Minglou opened the file, and inside was a confession of a military spy, "Tailor shop...juntong...joint", these three words are enough to give Minglou a headache for a while.

"Director Song, what does this mean?" Although Minglou was a little annoyed, it was not enough to interfere with his thinking and judgment, and she probably knew a lot about the woman in front of him who gave him a deep sense of crisis from the very beginning. More than I imagined.

"Mr. Ming is my boss. Is it wrong to submit the report to you for review?" Song Changan's eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs kept rolling, as if it was a matter of course.

Seeing this, Minglou stood up and was about to leave. When he was at the door, he turned around and asked her in a hoarse voice, "What coffee does Director Song drink?"

"Caramel macchiato, my favourite."

"It's not good for girls to eat too much sweet, and they are prone to tooth decay."

Song Changan sat on the sofa and looked at the cup of coffee, thinking about Minglou's endless words, "Is it sweet?"

For Ming Lou, an old fox, you can't tell the whole thing at once, you have to squeeze him bit by bit to guess the story behind it.For him, what he guesses and finds out is often much more effective than what he tells.

...

Unsurprisingly, the arrest of Wang Manchun's tailor's shop ended in failure. In fact, he was just doing things along the way. With the abilities of Mingtai and Wang Tianfeng, it's impossible for the gangsters at No. 76 to do anything.

"Have you finished what you were asked to do?" Song Changan looked at Zhang Dali standing in front of him.

"It's done! Director, don't worry, Chongqing University has prepared your file and there will be no mistakes."

"I see." Song Changan took out a wad of money from the drawer, "It's almost Chinese New Year, buy some food for the child. And find more people to watch Man Chun and her uncle. Not too good, Man Chun is arrogant and I'm afraid something will happen to her."

"Yes! Thank you, director!" Zhang Dali took the money, and when he left, he still slandered, "Although my director is ruthless at work, he is still good to his own people. I don't know what she likes about Wang Manchun. This woman is so vicious that even her brother said that during the interrogation, there are so many tricks, even a big man like him can't stand it, but she is still excited..." Zhang Dali thought of this and beat him. After a cold war, he bowed and left.

Only Song Changan was left thinking about how to tell Yoko Nantian that she wanted her to return to China, and hoped that what he did could prevent or delay Wang Manchun's psychological distortion.