critical

As a result, the atmosphere became a little weird.

She greeted Bian Peng first, and went forward to whisper to the bodyguard, who leaned slightly to take the flowers and fruits, with a hint of shyness on his muscular face: "Isider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth."

Bian Peng could understand English words and count them with one hand, but that didn't prevent him from standing by the side, and his face became more ugly the more he listened.

Before he could get angry, Yingzhao turned around and walked in front of him: "Bianqian, I have something to report to you."

Both Ying Zhao and Bian Peng are at the academic level.Ying lowered his posture according to his posture, which gave Bian Peng enough face.Bian Peng nodded, turned around and walked towards the other end of the corridor.

When Ying Zhao was first transferred, everyone in the bureau was inquiring, and the men were more gossip than the women.Gradually, rumors spread that Yingzhao was a confidante of a certain person above, some said that that person stood in the wrong position, some said that it was the wife who made trouble, and some said that the father and son were jealous.

Good-looking, unmarried, and not a girl of seventeen or eighteen.

Listen, can there be no story?

Of course, there are people who roll their eyes and say that it's none of your business, but they can't make mainstream voices.

Bian Peng prided himself on being an old man who didn't like gossip, but in private he asked the deputy director who had a good relationship with him. The deputy director pointed upwards and said: keep secret.

Up to now, the only thing Bian Peng knows about the correspondence is: military files.Even though it took a while to transfer to another place, the original file that should be taken has not been transferred.

The famous hall is interesting here.

Bian Peng walked to the end and opened the window, took out a cigarette: "Let's talk."

Ying Zhao was very polite to Bian Peng: "Bian team, can I follow up this case?"

Bian Peng was lighting a cigarette when he heard the words and raised his eyelids: "Director Ying, I heard correctly, right?"

Ying Zhao smiled, with a bit of embarrassment that he hesitated to speak, the kind of smile that is afraid of embarrassing the other party.She paused for a moment before speaking again: "Squad, I would like to say hello to you. I would like to investigate the Qian Hong case, the Yifu sheep farm, and this kidnapping case together."

Bian Peng looked at Ying Zhao like an idiot, Qian Hong's case has been transferred to the procuratorate for review, besides, it doesn't matter if I say it's not merged, what kind of green onion are you!

Bian Peng had a strange expression on his face, and a few thoughts flashed by, and a thought buzzed in his mind--Bao Fajun retracted the confession, and the procuratorate withdrew from the investigation.

The procuratorate also retired to the criminal police team, and it was not the turn of a small suburban police station to intervene...

Bian Peng stared at Ying Zhao, and suddenly realized: Qian Hong's case was a trap handed over by Ying Zhao!I was blind and trusted her, and I didn't suspect that if I ate it in my stomach, it would explode!

Bian Peng lowered his head, took a deep breath of the cigarette, swallowed it, and laughed dryly: "I'm a little anxious this time."

It should be clear, and comforted: "It won't have a big impact."

Her tone was too relaxed and determined, and Bian Peng's back molars were itchy, but there was a concerned expression on her face: "Has the notice of the merged case been issued? The provincial documents or the municipal documents? Internal documents? You should ask Director Zhao for instructions first, the leader also wants to save face."

Ying Zhao never gave people any clues, let alone trivial matters in the process: "I submitted the case information to Deputy Bureau Jiang, and Deputy Bureau Jiang sent it to the major case team to verify that the application report for merging the case had been submitted, and was approved by Zhao Bureau to form a special case team. Xiwushan Police Station assists in the investigation.”

Deputy Director Jiang is Yingzhao's direct superior, and the procedures are in compliance with the regulations. It is not Bian Peng's guess that Yingzhao goes directly to the superior, and the superior directly intervenes in the assignment work at the grassroots level.

Bian Peng's face changed when he heard it, and he felt that he was listening to the announcement "Your estate has been distributed, you can die."

For such a big event, with so many people involved, I haven't heard a single word of it!

The smile on Ying Zhao's face was appropriate: "The handover of evidence materials and fragmentary files will trouble the side team. Is half a day enough?"

"Enough, of course enough."

"Then trouble the side team, I will go to work first."

Bian Peng looked at the back of Yingzhao going away, brought the cigarette to his mouth and took a deep puff, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with the sole of his shoe.

Before Ying Zhao walked back to the ward, Jing Xing was already waiting outside the door, and raised his hand as a salute: "Director Ying, you are too polite. I wonder if you are free?"

Ying Zhao nodded: "It's been a long time since I saw such a handsome gentleman like you."

Orientals are reserved. Even if they are not a people's policeman, they are a little frivolous when they say it, but they are very appropriate. The tone, expression, movement, eyes, and even the ups and downs of each word are like a scale. Measured.

No matter Jing Xing or the people next to him, they only smiled slightly when they heard it, and felt that this was a pleasant and pleasant remark.

Yan Deng sat on the sofa, raised his eyes to look at Ying Zhao, and Ying Zhao followed him.Neither of them opened their mouths, waiting for Jing Xing to introduce the two parties according to social etiquette.

The host and the guest meet and take their seats.

Ying Zhao said with a smile: "The first time I saw Mr. Yan, I thought it was unusual, but I didn't expect Mr. Yan to be the president of Cornwall Group at such a young age."

Yan Deng said indifferently: "It's just a leather bag company."

Jing Xing was startled, where did he learn these words?

Ying Zhao was very supportive: "Mr. Yan is really good at joking, the Cornwall Group is just too low-key, and there are countless companies, farms, and mining companies that hold shares."

Yan Deng glanced at Jing Xing after listening: "Really? I don't understand very well."

Jing Xing's temples twitched twice, feeling that he really couldn't understand Yan Deng, not at all!

Jing Xing hesitated to speak, wondering if he should answer.If there were a reporter in front of me, tomorrow's headline would definitely be——

The prospects for a century of Cornwall are slim,

The head of the last generation was young and ignorant.

Horizontal comment: The evil servant deceives the master.

An angel passed by in the living room, lost in silence.

Yan Deng picked up the leather folder, got up and left: "You two talk."

Ying Zhao laughed, what a wayward little princess.

Jing Xing stepped forward and opened the inner door for Yan Deng.

Yan Ji was immersed in a half-dream and half-awake psychedelic dream, and suddenly woke up, seeing the light by the door flickering and then disappearing, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Yan Deng?"

Yan Deng walked to the bedside and put his hand on Yan Ji's forehead.Her fingertips were slightly cool, making Yan Ji's forehead look hot.President Yan frowned, looked at the wall, and was about to ring the call bell.

Yan Ji grabbed her hand and said with a smile: "My lord, the age is different. I have a thermometer ring on my hand, and I will call the police."

In the dark, Yan Ji couldn't see Yan Deng's expression clearly, so he heard Mr. Yan's indifferent tone: "Oh, I don't know much."

Yan Ji couldn't hold it back, let out a chuckle, grabbed Yan Deng's hand and pressed it on his forehead: "President Yan, if you touch it again, I might burn out my brain..."

Yan Deng withdrew his hand and patted the back of Yan Ji's head: "Lie down and don't move, it's time to change the medicine."

Yan Ji survived the catastrophe, and he was in a good mood: "Do you want to change? Don't make a mistake."

Yan Deng picked up the plaster box and carefully looked at the instructions on the side again: "No, exactly three hours."

Yan Ji lay on the pillow, involuntarily raised the corners of his mouth: "Then excuse me."

Yan Deng washed his hands and dried them, lifted the hem of Yan Ji's clothes and pushed them to his shoulders, dipped a cotton swab with ointment, and carefully applied Yan Ji's wound.

She can see in the dark, so she didn't turn on the light.Yan Ji is an ordinary person, he can't see clearly in the dark, but the feeling on his back is very clear.

The moistness of the ointment is cool and slightly tingling.

Yan Deng's strength was extremely light, Yan Ji never felt the pain of touching the wound, and asked curiously: "Are you good at applying medicine to me?"

Yan Deng felt puzzled when he heard this, raised his little finger and stroked gently along Yan Ji's spine.

This is what it feels like to touch.

Yan Ji was caught off guard, and felt a tiny electric spark rushing through, reaching up to the scalp and down to the tailbone, crackling and making goose bumps all over his body, and his ears were burning hot.

Yan Deng noticed that Yan Ji's whole body was tense, thinking that touching her hurt her, so he leaned forward and looked at her carefully.

Before Yan Ji could recover, he felt a slight itching on his back.

Yan Deng's hair fell down, and his tail brushed across Yan Ji's back like a breeze blowing willows.The wounds on Yan Ji's back were concentrated near the shoulder blades, and the skin on the lower waist was intact, and no trauma could be seen.

Yan Deng was worried that there might be thorns or something, so he carefully rubbed the spot with his fingertips lightly: "Does it hurt?"

In the darkness, Yan Ji's head boomed, his fingers clasped the edge of the bed suddenly, and he subconsciously held his breath.

"...It doesn't hurt."

Yan Deng rubbed it inch by inch, and his movements became slower and slower.

Yan Ji's skin is delicate, soft and warm to the touch, and his fingertips feel slippery when pressed against it.Yan Deng involuntarily pressed his hands together, following the arc of Yan Ji's spine, he touched the vertebrae.

Yan Ji coughed hoarsely: "Cough."

Yan Deng curled up his fingertips and took a step back in disbelief.

Yan Ji's cheeks were hot, and his head was covered with paste. He stammered and said, "It's been painted, it's finished, please cover it for me, I'm afraid of catching a cold. Also, is there any medicine to apply?"

Yan Deng stood for a while with a blank expression on his face, not knowing why he was angry, and said in a stiff tone, "Can't you move?"

Yan Ji was too nervous just now, he couldn't remember what happened when he came back to his senses, and felt that he reacted too much.She has never liked to be bothered by others, but instead of being angry, she felt embarrassed when she heard the words, and twisted her hands to pull her clothes.

She was lying on the bed, with one hand hanging on the water, the only movable arm was wrapped in bandages, she twisted her body twice before touching the corner of her clothes, but was slapped away by Yan Deng.

Yan Deng pinched the left and right corners of Yan Ji's clothes, lifted and straightened the clothes, and slowly covered Yan Ji's back.

After finishing, Yan Deng pursed the corners of his lips, went to the bed and sat down on the armchair. Seeing that Yan Ji was silent, he snorted softly, "You're so stupid."

Yan Ji was inexplicably scolded, but instead smiled: "Thank you Mr. Yan, it's the first time I live in such a good ward. My mother used to say that it doesn't hurt to be scolded, and it only hurts to suffer."

She originally wanted to ease the atmosphere, but immediately worried that Zhao Yunhe would be anxious if she couldn't get through the phone if she had something to ask her.But Zhao Yunhe changed to a new number after she stopped buying groceries, and Yan Ji didn't pay attention to write it down in the phone.

Yan Deng sat on the chair and sulked: "The director of the police station is outside."

Yan Ji frowned when he heard the words, he was kidnapped for no reason, it was so strange no matter how he thought.The most frightening thing is that the man in the pink shirt cannot be the motorcycle rider who took Wang Xiaoping from the dangerous building.

The real mastermind of kidnapping himself is still hiding in the dark.

Yan Ji had a strong premonition that Ying Zhao's arrival would connect all the mysteries together.

She propped herself up and knelt on the bed, buttoned up the buttons one by one, turned around and sat down, and pulled the quilt down on her abdomen: "I want to chat with Director Ying."

Yan Deng got up and walked towards the living room.