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When Wen Heng arrived at the police station, Xie Yan was sitting cautiously in the lounge with a child in his arms.

Young Mistress Xie was pushed to the ground and beaten just now, her body was covered in muddy water, and she was taken to the bathroom of the police station to wash up. She hesitated before leaving, and finally handed over the child in her arms to him temporarily according to what Xie Yan said.

Xie Yan is not good at taking care of children, so it's inconvenient to make such a suggestion just to see Mrs. Xie, and he is more careful than the rough and tough policemen in the police station.

Xie Yan was already prepared for the child to cry. He quickly recalled the miscellaneous knowledge of his previous life, trying to find some parenting sutras from it, but he couldn't think of anything.

Fortunately, the child didn't feel uncomfortable or cry after leaving the mother's arms. He obediently was held in Xie Yan's arms, blinking the big eyes unique to babies, and seemed to be very close to Xie Yan.

Could it be that he actually has such a thing as a child?Lawyer Xie felt a little funny, looking at the white dumpling in his arms, he was in a good mood, and hummed an out-of-tune tune to tease her.

This is what Wen Heng saw when he hurriedly walked into the lounge in three steps and two steps.

The boy in a dark green coat sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his snow-white cloak hung on the armrest, he smiled and teased the baby in his arms with his fingers, and hummed a really ugly tune. Fortunately, the baby couldn't express his opinion, otherwise he would definitely cover his mouth Ears protest.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like something happened.

Wen Heng breathed a sigh of relief calmly, and his expression relaxed a little, which made the policeman who followed him cautiously finally calm down, and thankfully wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Just now when the young master named Xie Yan mentioned the name of the Wen family, a layer of cold sweat rolled down the backs of the policemen present. Looking at the famous households in Hankou, under the Huguang patrol Fang's family, is the ship king Wen's family.

The Wen family has always been notoriously hard to mess with. They are full of quackery, the seemingly rough but shrewd Wen Jiulou, the exquisite Mrs. Wen with a strong personality, and Wen Dashao who has repeatedly made military exploits in the army... The Wen family Picking out one at random is enough for ordinary people to drink a pot, and twisting it together is unstoppable in Hankou.

Xie Yan said that Wen Ershao, Wen Heng, had just returned from studying abroad. Although he was not as famous as the other members of his family, and the public didn't know about him, the son Mrs. Wen taught himself, could Wen Rui's brother be worse?

Although Xie Yan said that he was not from the Wen family, but that the gun was given by Wen Heng, so he asked Wen Heng to explain the situation, but the police station did not feel at ease.

The policemen of the Hankou Police Station have all received military training and have a certain understanding of firearms. The pistol in Xie Yan's hand is an authentic German product, and even if you have money for hundreds of dollars, you can't buy it.

Would Er Shao Wen give such a valuable and dangerous thing to someone with ordinary relationships?Who would believe it!

The police station didn't expect that the person who had no way to explain the shooting had such a big background, so they didn't dare to be negligent, so they hurriedly sent someone to Wen's house by tram to explain the situation. She went to wash and tidy up.

And Wen Heng's expression when he came to the police station in a hurry proved to the police that their deduction was correct.

The Wen family's car drove all the way to the gate of the police station. Before the driver came down to open the door, Wen Heng pushed the door and walked out. With his calves wrapped in cowhide boots, he strode forward and walked up to the policemen waiting at the gate of the police station. .

"Where is he?" Wen Heng asked non-stop.

"The rest room on the second floor!" The policeman subconsciously replied loudly, and hurriedly followed behind the big Buddha.

The little Wang who went out with Wen Heng once in the Bureau also said that Er Shao Wen was different from the rest of Wen's family, and that he was much more talkative.

The policeman in charge of waiting trotted behind Wen Heng, his palms sweating. Someone from Wen's family came, and Xie Yan's side would definitely not be held accountable for the shooting. Fortunately, nothing happened to that young master Xie, otherwise Seeing Er Shao Wen's posture, the police were really afraid that he would tear down the police station in a fit of anger.

It is said that when Mrs. Wen was young, because the chief soldier of the Qing court disrespected Wen Jiulou in public, she made a big fuss at the general's mansion and broke the heads of several of the opponent's guards.

At that time, the Wen family was not as powerful as it is now, and Mrs. Wen dared to do such a thing. As the son of a heroine in the middle school, Wen Heng really got angry when he started making trouble at the police station. What did the chief say? The police may be the first to suffer.

The policeman who was following Wen Heng felt sorry for him, but he didn't dare to speak to him. He could only carefully observe the other person's expression from the corner of his eye. The more he watched, the more terrified he became.

——The young master Xie Yan Xie has not scratched his whole body, what's the matter with Er Shao Wen's anxious and pleading expression?

No matter how much the police thought about it, they couldn't think that it was the fault of their colleagues who didn't speak clearly. They could only make up their minds silently in their hearts, and the more they thought about it, the more confused they became.

Fortunately, when the door of the lounge was pushed open, and seeing Xie Yan sitting inside, Wen Ershao's expression finally eased, like snow melting instantly under the sun, the police finally let go down heart.

"Wen Heng?" How could Xie Yan know the changing mood of the policeman at the door? He was trying to keep the little tuanzi in his arms from grabbing his fingers when he suddenly felt a burst of sight. When he looked up, he saw Wen Heng who had not completely changed his mood. .

"Please come over here." Xie Yan stood up holding the child, and suddenly smiled.

"What's wrong?" Wen Heng asked.

"It's nothing, I just felt that you were a bit like Wen Rui just now, you are a real brother after all." Xie Yan shook his head, lamenting the magic of genes.

He thought it was amazing that the two brothers Wen Rui and Wen Heng had completely different personalities before, but now it seems that he just didn't understand it well.

"I'm different from him." Wen Heng was speechless, but seeing that Xie Yan was still able to crack a joke, he was finally completely relieved, and his expression returned to his usual look.

"What's going on with you? Where did the child come from?"

"I..." Xie Yan wanted to tell Wen Heng about today's affairs and ask him to check it out for him, but from the corner of his eye, he saw the policeman who looked like the background board at the door, and hurriedly stopped him.

He just told the police that he was robbed on the road and acted bravely, but now he changed it to murder and silence, which is too disrespectful to other people's work.

Seeing Xie Yan like this, Wen Heng immediately understood the other party's concerns, "I asked the driver to drive over, why don't we talk about it together at home."

"Okay." Xie Yan nodded, "By the way, this child and his mother also need to be brought along."

With the viciousness of that group of minions, Xie Yan dare not leave Young Mistress Xie alone.

Although Wen Heng didn't understand Xie Yan's meaning, he didn't question it, but turned to look at the policeman behind him, "Is there any other formalities that need to be done? If not, we will leave."

"...No, no more." The police just wanted to send this dangerous person away quickly.

"Let's go." Wen Heng walked towards Xie Yan, "I'll give you a hug."

When Xie Yan got up just now, Wen Heng had already noticed the abnormality of the opponent's right shoulder, and deduced that Xie Yan's shoulder muscles were injured by the recoil when Xie Yan shot, so he suggested to help carry the child out.

Xie Yan's right shoulder was really sore, so of course she had no objection to it, and handed the child over naturally.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this obedient child who was lying in Xie Yan's arms eating fingers touched Wen Heng, his attitude immediately turned 180 degrees, waving his little hands and opening his mouth to cry loudly.

"Wow-"

"..."

Wen Heng's hands trembled, and he almost missed the child, so Xie Yan had no choice but to quickly take the swaddle back.

"Second Young Master, tell the truth, don't you have no affinity for children since you were young?" Xie Yan couldn't help teasing, with a hint of complacency in it.

——It turns out that it is so interesting to be better than Wen Heng in a certain way.

"..." Second Young Master Wen's mouth twitched, not knowing how to answer.

"Little Mr. Xie—this is...?" Fortunately, at this moment, Mrs. Xie, who had gone to wash and tidy up, finally returned to the lounge. She looked at Wen Heng in the room, and was stunned.

"Mrs. Xie, this is Wen Heng, the second young master of the Wen family." Xie Yan was about to introduce Wen Heng to Young Mistress Xie, but saw that the other party's expression suddenly became tense, as if he was very wary.

"Mrs. Xie?" Xie Yan was a little puzzled, but she understood immediately after thinking about it.

"Mrs. Xie, you should understand that if I hadn't rescued you today, you and the child would have been decapitated long ago. I don't have any ill intentions for you, but I know a lot about you." Xie Yan hinted, " I'm the only one who can help you now, and I'm going to Wen's house with Wen Ershao soon, do you want to come with me?"

"..." Young Mistress Xie's expression relaxed a little, but she still looked warily at Wen Heng.

Seeing this, Xie Yan sighed, and could only speak more openly, "Wen Heng, what is the relationship between your family and the Li family who came to the teahouse?"

"The Li family?" Wen Heng raised his eyebrows, "They are mainly in the coal business and rely heavily on shipping. They are old customers of the Wen family, but they are just ordinary customers. People like this are in the Wen family's social circle. There are dozens at least, nothing special."

Xie Yan nodded, and continued to look at Mrs. Xie, "You have heard that, if this matter proves to be right for you, the Wen family will never favor others—besides, if we really want to harm you, why bother to make such a big fuss?" circle?"

Others may not understand Xie Yan's riddles, but Mrs. Xie understands them clearly.

The young man in front of him not only knows her grievances with the Li family, but also has a close relationship with the Wen family...

Young Mistress Xie glanced at the grinning child in Xie Yan's arms, finally gritted her teeth and said, "I'll go with you."

Young Mistress Xie came over and took the child back from Xie Yan's hands, and they left the police station without hindrance.

Standing at the gate of the police station and looking at the familiar car that he rode in yesterday, Xie Yan suddenly realized something.

"Wen Heng?"

"how?"

"Why didn't you ride a horse today?" Xie Yan was very surprised. He had seen Wen Heng's preference for horse riding before. Almost every time he met each other outside, he rode on a horse.

Xie Yan admitted with a bit of sourness that Wen Heng's temperament really matched the sport of horse riding, the windbreaker and big cloak, the young man with handsome eyebrows and starry eyes galloping on the maroon horse, it was almost a beautiful sight.

Because of this, when Xie Yan saw that Wen Heng took the initiative to change the car today, he would feel so surprised, and even felt a little bit of regret.

"You don't like riding horses."

"What?" Xie Yan was taken aback.

"It's nothing." The young man in a gray wool coat shook his head, walked straight to the car door, and opened it with one hand, "Get in the car."