The president is always unhappy [Transmigration Book]

Special Assistant Qian's smile froze on his face, and he laughed twice, "Well, what are you going to the police station for... what?"

Song Yuanzhou blinked and replied very naturally: "I lost my money and mobile phone, I will call the police."

what? !!

I lost my phone, should I call the police?

Special assistant Qian couldn't help turning his head to look at the boss behind him.

Madame lost her money, do you actually need to go to the police station to report it?As the president of Jiang Yuan, the boyfriend of Limax, the most promising young successor in the industry, the most valuable diamond king.

Even if you don't say "swipe my card", do you still need to call the police to solve your girlfriend's new mobile phone?

Qian Tezhu desperately hinted with his eyes - Boss, tell me quickly that you will buy one!

It's a pity that their boss is like an uncivilized elm lump, and he didn't respond for a long time.

Qian Tezhu just looked at Song Yuanzhou with suspicion and suddenly turned into sympathy.

Boss, you can't get a girlfriend like this!

After getting in the car, Song Yuanzhou thought he would have to sit so boringly all the way, and he felt a little sad thinking about it.

As an Internet-addicted young man who would die if he didn't surf the Internet in the 21st century, he hadn't used his mobile phone for a whole day!

Fortunately, Jiang Che has such a dull personality, but his personal assistant is very humorous.

Along the way, Tezhu Qian told many jokes non-stop, and even played two roles in order not to make the atmosphere in the car too awkward, and had a cross talk.

Song Yuanzhou:!

As expected of the president's personal assistant, she is really versatile.

When they arrived at the gate of the police station, Special Assistant Qian leaned over from the gap in the back of the co-pilot's seat, "Miss, I won't accompany you inside, there is still something to do at the company, you can add me on the phone, if you encounter any problems when you go out If you have any questions, you can call me anytime."

Song Yuanzhou was a little moved, and he took out the outside of his thigh very smoothly, and his palm slipped along the slippery fabric to the crook of his leg.

Song Yuanzhou: "..."

He almost forgot that these were not the jeans he usually wore, and he didn't have a mobile phone at this time.

Seeing Song Yuanzhou's complexion change, Special Assistant Qian immediately remembered that he came to the police station because he lost his phone.

The right hand touched the back of his head awkwardly: "Sorry, I forgot that you can't save it for the time being."

Song Yuanzhou laughed, revealing a small dimple on his cheek, "It's okay, but thank you anyway."

Song Yuanzhou opened the car door, his feet were already outside the car door, and just about to get out of the car, Tezhu Qian yelled very loudly——

"and many more!"

Song Yuanzhou had to stop, eyes full of doubts.

A moment later, Song Yuanzhou's hand was stuffed with a phone number torn from a corner of the document page.

Special Assistant Qian smiled at him: "This is my mobile phone number. If you have a mobile phone, you can add me on WeChat if it is convenient."

Song Yuanzhou raised his eyebrows.

It's true that someone will give you a pillow when you fall asleep. How can the special assistant be so considerate!

He was worrying about what he would do if he couldn't find the paper man's husband in the future!Isn't this an excuse?

Song Yuanzhou happily put the note away and held it in his palm.

***

Visitor registration was required at the entrance of the police station. Song Yuanzhou followed the instructions of the staff at the entrance and lined up to ring the bell and wait for his number to be called.

After entering the lobby, the staff brought two forms for him to fill out.

[Name, ID number, statement of related issues...]

Song Yuanzhou: "..."

Very good, two sheets of paper are full, and he can't answer a single question...]

Song Yuanzhou sat on a high stool, with his two white and tender legs dangling, biting the pen holder, and didn't write a word for a long time.

He chewed on the pen for a long time, causing the staff who had just walked away to think that he had some difficulty in filling out, and stood up again.

The staff member is a kind aunt: "Oh, little girl, have you filled in everything?"

With a strong local accent.

Song Yuanzhou was so guilty that he could only smile embarrassingly, lowered his head and continued to bite the pen.

The aunt was still looking at his watch and shook her head: "Little girl, you can't do it if you don't fill it in. You can't enter if you don't fill it in. If you don't write it down, you will be asked later."

The aunt thought he was being cautious, so she didn't dare to fill in his personal information, and persuaded, "What are you afraid of in the police station, just fill in whatever you want."

Song Yuanzhou smiled sweetly at her, letting out the dimple around his mouth as usual.

Sure enough, the aunt of a certain age was the most unable to resist the clever attack of the young and lovely "girl".

When Song Yuanzhou entered, he could still hear the small voice of the aunt who walked away: "This little girl is good-looking, she is good-looking, she is stubborn, she is also quite stubborn."

Song Yuanzhou's form has been handed over to the police in the office, and he is frowning at his "blank paper".

The young policeman put down the mouse, picked up the phone and made an internal call, complaining: "What's the matter, Auntie, you put it in without filling in anything?"

When Song Yuanzhou pulled out his chair, the young policeman was pressing the phone button.

The policeman's call was interrupted by the sound of Song Yuanzhou coming to open the chair. He simply put down the phone and asked him, "Why didn't you fill in anything?"

Song Yuanzhou didn't speak, so the young policeman had no choice but to ask him,

"what is it call?"

Song Yuanzhou hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "How about giving Song Yuanzhou a try?"

The young policeman raised his head from the computer screen and looked him up and down suspiciously, "Try it? Are you reporting the crime on behalf of someone else?"

Song Yuanzhou shook his head: "It's me."

Policeman: "It's me. I still need to confirm my name?"

I don't even know my own name, did I pass the IQ line?

Whether it is a problem with the IQ line or a problem with the identity, it needs to be tested.

Song Yuanzhou couldn't say anything on his face, and he hesitated for a while, "Brother policeman, to be honest, I didn't remember anything when I woke up this morning. I'm penniless now, and I don't remember the way home. It's so pitiful, woo woo woo..."

Song Yuanzhou also pretended to cry for a while, crying until the little brother had a headache, "Okay, what are you crying for? Come with me and take a fingerprint."

Song Yuanzhou's eyes lit up, oh, I forgot that there is also the function of fingerprint identification!

Song Yuanzhou stood up and followed the younger brother to the next room, where there was a fingerprint reader and a computer. After the younger brother went to the back of the device to operate it, he signaled Song Yuanzhou to go up and press his fingerprint on it.

The population data in the system is very large, and in a moment, Song Yuanzhou's more detailed personal file information appeared on the computer screen.

The little brother looked at the 1-inch photo of the clean and handsome short hair on the computer, and the very obvious one next to the photo - male gender.

I was stunned to reconfirm several times.

If it weren't for the fact that Song Yuanzhou's file was clean, his appearance was pure and harmless, and he had won many awards in his past study career, he really had reason to suspect that the person sitting in front of him was a suspect who had plastic surgery and sex change.

Now it seems that he is a really good person, and he is also really wonderful.

Knowing that his name was still Song Yuanzhou, Song Yuanzhou let out a deep breath.

It's okay, it's okay, although I didn't give him anything when I woke up, but the name is still my own.

After checking the address, as the person who has lost his memory, the police are obliged to escort him back safely.

The police cars were limited, so the younger brother simply drove Song Yuanzhou home in his own car.

There are several blooming roses planted in the flower bed at the door, stretching pink and purple petals.

When Song Yuanzhou passed by, he smelled a faint fragrance, and he was envious.

So when he got in the car, Song Yuanzhou had two more blooming roses in his hand.

He was sitting in the co-pilot, without the humorous and talkative Special Assistant Qian, and he was very bored counting petals.

"Like, don't like, like..."

The little brother turned his head to look at him in the gap between the red lights, and frowned for a long time to confirm, "Why do these two flowers look familiar to you?"

Song Yuanzhou was still counting whether he liked Jiang Che, fearing that the count would be interrupted, so he casually said, "Damn, don't all the flowers grow the same?"

The little brother was choked by him like this, and he thought about it when he looked back.The flowers in the flower bed at the entrance of their police station were not specially marked.

He could only say dryly: "Be careful in the future and protect the environment."

The house that Song Yuanzhou rents is not far from the city center, it will take 25 minutes.

When he arrived at the gate of the community, the police signaled him to get off the car.

Song Yuanzhou held the torn petals in his hands, and his face was full of hope: "Brother, won't you take me home?"

The little policeman was vigilant: "Don't tell me that you are still lost in your own community?"

Song Yuanzhou really wanted to nod, but under the extremely honest eyes of the policeman brother, he could only nod aggrievedly, "I know you, brother, go slowly."

The little police officer expressed his satisfaction.

Song Yuanzhou began to look for his floor one by one according to the house number copied down in his hand.

The apartment he rented was a few years old, and the orange brick walls were mottled.The white interior walls are dry and cracked, and the cement paint is smashed on the wet corridors or eaves.

The anti-theft bars of the windows are stained with rust, and it can be vaguely seen from the withered and yellow traces that some lush creepers once entrenched here in midsummer.

Along the way, every brick and tile in this community reveals their old age.

The unit numbers in the old-fashioned community were relatively simple, and he touched the right place after turning around twice.

He didn't remember until he stood in front of the door!

I go!

Not only does he have no mobile phone, no money, and no keys!

If Song Yuanzhou wasn't wearing a skirt, he really wanted to squat at the door and cry.

God, when will this torture end.

Song Yuanzhou pinched Tezhu Qian's number, thinking of Jiang Che's face that was easy to see fouls, his fighting spirit was rekindled in his heart.

Decadence is just a momentary thing.

Song Yuanzhou collected his mood, walked to the opposite side, and lightly rang the doorbell.

Fortunately, Song Yuanzhou's luck was not too bad. Not long after, the sound of slippers "tapping and tapping" came from inside. After a while, the door lock was opened from the inside, revealing a young and delicate face.

The young man's delicate and gentle face was shy: "Is there something wrong?"

Song Yuanzhou smiled at him politely. He deliberately smiled harmlessly, showing the cute little dimple on his mouth: "Brother, do you have any wire? Lend me one."

The young man didn't nod or shake his head, his face was flushed red, and he suddenly stammered: "I...I...I..."

I listened to him for a long time.

Song Yuanzhou, who hadn't waited until the following, was full of question marks.

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