Dirt

After this meeting ended, the case of Han Qing's jumping from a building was officially considered to be over, and it was handed over to the court for further processing along with the case of sexually assaulting a female student at Century High School.

First, the police took bribes and then several high school students were sexually assaulted and molested by the faculty and staff. The social sensation in the next few days was comparable to the World Cup. The Municipal Public Security Bureau was even more busy, including the civilian staff, who were so busy that they never touched the ground.

The official Weibo of the Municipal Bureau is even more occupied by angry keyboard warriors. All kinds of generous speeches are lined up in the comment area. When they acted, they were given a red card warning by the Internet police uncle.

When all the police officers were busy scalping, one person was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and holding a purple sand cup, leisurely scrolling through Weibo, and took screenshots from time to time to send to the criminal investigation team leader.

Miao Miao's sitting posture and behavior of the old man at the door are simply a beautiful scenery in the criminal investigation office. He drank a sip of the black tea in the cup, suddenly raised his eyebrows, chewed the tea in his mouth a few times, and then Slowly, he took a sip of tea and swallowed it, and continued to browse Weibo.

"Kacha" is another Weibo screenshot, which Miao Miao cut to the WeChat interface with a swipe of his finger and sent it to He Yuan.

He Yuan, who was being interviewed by the reporter, vibrated his phone in his pocket. With a smile on his face, he took out his phone in front of many reporters, and then smiled. The screenshot on the screen was from when he was chasing Kong Taihe in the night market earlier. The video, depending on the situation, should have been dug out by the general public again.

A few seconds later, another screenshot was sent. He Yuan clicked on it and saw that it was the comment saying that he was posing for a photo. Below the comment should be the replies from a group of young ladies:

"Smart dog, have you read the recent news? Our detective brother is often on camera, that's the one you said posing~ Have you seen that, he is so handsome, much handsomer than someone like you who can only speak up Already!"

"Don't talk about the one upstairs, there aren't enough cracks in his house for him to drill through."

"How can it be possible to drill the cracks in the ground? If he is so good at lifting the bar, he must have been invited by the construction site to lift the beam."

"I'm relieved to see someone scolding you."

……

If there were no reporters still interviewing, He Yuan should be able to lie on his thighs and laugh like a pig. When he was about to reply to Miao Miao, the dialog box suddenly displayed "The other party is typing..." After waiting for a few seconds, a message appeared:

"Star II, you have a little fan girl."

He Yuan quickly typed back: "Then when will you become my little fan?"

Before Miao Miao could reply, a message from Wei Sheng popped up suddenly: "Stop flirting, the reporter is still waiting."

When He Yuan saw the news, he looked up and saw Wei Sheng standing outside the reception room. The latter shook his phone at him and gestured to the anxious reporters waiting next to him. Pointing at him with a middle finger, he quickly typed: "I think you are sour!"

Then he kicked the phone into his pocket, immediately put on an official smile and continued to accept the reporter's interview.

The reporter's interview lasted until the afternoon when he got off work. After the interview, He Yuan was exhausted physically and mentally. Cigarette butts are too lazy to smoke.

Miao Miao, who had been sitting quietly in the office waiting for him, was standing behind him at this moment, rubbing He Yuan's shoulders with the appearance of a good wife and loving mother, and babbling from time to time:

"Your shoulders are too tight, don't sleep on the table in the future."

"If you have time, go find a blind man for a massage. I'll give you a good massage."

He Yuan lay on the desk with his eyes slightly closed, his face full of enjoyment, even the corners of his mouth uncontrollably raised upwards, and after a long time he said slowly: "If my baby massages me every day in the future, don't say I have interviewed, and I am happy to go to the construction site to move bricks."

Hearing this, Miao Miao's subordinates suddenly exerted force, and quickly retracted his hand at random: "Don't be poor, I'm hungry."

He Yuan's figure lying on the desk immediately moved together, took a sharp puff of the smoke that was about to burn, turned back and hugged Miao Miao who was standing behind him, and rubbed his chest hard: "Forgot Let me tell you, my parents' plane arrives in Lingang at 09:30 tonight, I have already asked Director Zhang for instructions, come an hour late tomorrow, and accompany me to pick up the plane tonight."

Only then did Miao Miao recall the previous promise:

"I don't have parents anymore. As long as your parents don't object, I can drink milk tea with you for the rest of my life."

He wished he could give himself a slap, and after a while he calmed down and said softly: "Okay."

The simple word "good" gave He Yuan infinite strength, like ten bottles of Red Bull in his belly, he stood up, grabbed the down jacket on the hanger, wrapped it around himself, led Miao Miao, and walked out of the criminal investigation building.

At 09:30 at night, Lingang Airport was very lively. Many senior movie fans of He Yuan’s parents were standing in the pick-up area with light signs looking forward to it. The airport’s ground staff and security guards were also mixed among the crowd. They all want to see the real life of these two on-screen couples.

Miao Miao sat beside He Yuan far away from the crowd, tilted his head towards He Yuan and asked softly, "How do these fans know that your parents are coming back tonight?"

"Let's gossip, I don't know the way of it. You should be glad that my parents are not some popular niche, otherwise we don't even have a seat now." He Yuan looked up at the crowd and said with a smile.

He Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked at Miao Miao, whose face was as ice-cold as water. When he lowered his head, he saw his fingers interlaced and constantly rubbing against each other. The big tendons on his wrists were constantly rising and falling due to a little force. Putting his palm on Miao Miao's hand, he said softly:

"nervous?"

Miao Miao thought for a few seconds, then turned his hand and squeezed He Yuan's fingers, and said, "It's a little bit, after all, it's the first time I've seen a big star, and it's still at the level of a movie king."

He Yuan laughed: "As long as you are willing, you can see big stars every day in the future. If you are happy, I can hang my parents' autographs all over our room."

Miao Miao withdrew his gaze from the back of He Yuan's hand. He didn't know what he was thinking about. After a long time, he said slowly: "If possible, can you hang up the autographed photo, it will be more ceremonial."

"I'm going--Master, are you crazy? In the future, when we sleep together on the bed and turn over, we can see my parents staring at us on the wall. Don't you think it's creepy? If you scare me in the middle of the night someday Whatever happens, what if you can't get hard in the future, and the happy life for the rest of your life will be ruined."

He Yuan's words silenced Miao Miao for an instant, and the laughter and chattering voices around him became very clear for a moment. The ferocious beast in his mind seemed to have regained its appearance. It took a long time for Miao Miao to hold He Yuan's fingertips even tighter. Point:

"Your parents haven't agreed yet, it's too early to discuss this now."

Suddenly He Yuan turned sideways, retracted his fingertips, then grabbed Miao Miao's shoulders, and said goodbye to him suddenly: "Are you thinking about another man again? If I'm still here, you dare to think about it blatantly." No, I have to discuss it with my parents, and I will give you half of the engagement gift!"

It took a long time for Miao Miao to exhale a hot breath from his chest, and said slowly: "I didn't deliberately think about it, if this still deducts my bride price, then I will disappear."

The arm around Miao Miao's shoulder tightened immediately, and it took a while before it slowly loosened: "Don't be silly, I've already said that I'm covering you, even if that wild man comes a hundred times, I won't be afraid. He and I are grandsons, as for the bride price - of course it will not be less, I will marry you as a daughter-in-law in my whole life, how can I lose you, right?"

Miao Miao's ears had started to feel hot from what He Yuan said. He twisted his shoulders under He Yuan's arms uncomfortably, raised his head and looked at He Yuan, and didn't know what to say for a while, so he was a little dazed. nodded.

At this time, a cold female voice came out from the radio, the plane that He Yuan's parents were on had already landed and was sliding towards the ground, which made Miao Miao's already tense muscles even stiffer, and his whole body mechanically followed He Yuan step by step. Approach the crowd.

The fans of He Yuan's parents were also more excited because of the broadcast tone. He Yuan stood at the end of the crowd and frowned. He looked back at Miao Miao behind him, pondered for a moment and took out his phone:

"Hey mom... I brought your daughter-in-law to pick you up from the plane, but what should I do if I can't squeeze in..."

After saying a few words over there quickly, He Yuan glanced over the heads of the group of people, smiled into the distance, and shouted: "Okay, I'll go right away."

Fans around cast curious glances at him, and even Miao Miao looked at him suspiciously. After He Yuan hung up the phone, Miao Miao grabbed the corner of his clothes and pulled his hand down. He Yuan looked down. Looking at the hand holding the corner of the clothes, he turned his head towards Miao Miao and put his ear between his lips, only to hear Miao Miao ask in a low voice:

"What did your mother just say?"

He Yuan straightened his body, brushed his warm palms over the hem of his clothes and caught his fingers accurately, and smiled at Miao Miao, saying: "My mother said——"

His momentary pause made Miao Miao completely nervous, and the nails held by He Yuan trembled slightly, and he hurriedly said, "What did you say?"

"She said let us go forward and walk along the exit to see if we can find a place to go in. If we can't go in, we can go back to the old house." After He Yuan finished speaking, he looked up and looked around. Continued: "I think my mother may be stupid for flying, and she must not be able to get in if she goes around. Why don't you just wait here."

As soon as He Yuan finished speaking, the surrounding crowd became more agitated, and the low-pitched screams covered their heads and spread towards the exit. Seeing this, He Yuan hurriedly led Miao Miao to forcefully squeeze forward relying on his height advantage , squeezed to the front in a short while.

Soon He Yuan's parents came out wearing the same white down jacket and masks, and walked quickly under the support of their managers and bodyguards. Suddenly, He Yuan's mother locked her eyes on her son in the crowd and waved at He Yuan. It made the low-pitched screams around He Yuan more obvious.

He Yuan loosened Miao Miao's hand slightly, held onto the railing and looked up at Miao Miao, with a presumptuous smile on the corner of his mouth that seemed to say, "Turn in?"

Before Miao Miao could react, He Yuan put his arms on the railing at the waist and stepped on the railing with his right foot. Amidst the dumbfounded expressions of everyone, he raised his leg and rolled over. The bodyguard rushed in front of He Yuan's parents to stop him, and then heard a gentle female voice:

"It's okay, this is my son."

Immediately afterwards, the female voice shouted at He Yuan: "Yuan Yuan, come here quickly, why are you climbing over the railing, didn't you tell you to go home and wait for me?"

He Yuan turned his head and smiled at He's mother, turned around without saying a word and stretched out his right hand to Miao Miao: "Come on, let me carry you here?"

Standing in the crowd, Miao Miao's face was full of embarrassment and restraint. He seemed to be in deliberation and thinking. It seemed that centuries had passed in just a few seconds. It took him a long time to put his hands on the railing. He said softly, "I can flip."

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