do not speak

We all live in the gutter, but there are still people who look up to the stars.

-Wilde

"Take it back?" He Yan confirmed it again, and Wei Huaiming had no choice but to nod again.

"The case belongs to us, and it involves a lot of things. The suspects must be brought back."

Bureau Lu had already said hello in advance, and they were responsible for taking the person away. Telling He Yan now is just a routine.

He Yan was silent for a while, then sighed: "It's really hard work."

Yes ah, really hard.

Wei Huaiming took out a cigarette and handed it to He Yan, and lit one himself. The two of them sat side by side without talking.

As soon as Qin Yan opened the door, he was choked by the smell of smoke all over the room.Hearing the sound, Wei Huaiming turned his head to look at him, saw something shiny on Qin Yan's head, and asked, "Is it snowing?"

"Yeah." Qin Yan closed the door, blocked the cold wind with snowflakes outside, rubbed his frozen hands, walked up to Wei Huaiming and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.

Wei Huaiming slumped on the back of the chair and rubbed his temples for a while, but he didn't resist.

Qin Yan looked at him and then at He Yan: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Wei Huaiming sighed, "Lao Lu asked us to take Su Yao and his father back."

Qin Yan looked at the already dark sky outside the window and frowned: "Now?"

Wei Huaiming answered the wrong question: "Is it snowing heavily?"

"Not small."

The residence that He Yan arranged for Deng Lili was only 10 minutes away from the police station.It was only cloudy when Qin Yan went there, but on the way back, he was covered in snow. The temperature in the room was high, and the snowflakes quickly turned into water, dripping a few drops down the ends of his hair.

Wei Huaiming had been immersed in his emotions just now, and didn't pay much attention to Qin Yan, but now he realized that his hair was wet, and water seemed to seep in his shoes, so he hurriedly asked He Yan for a towel to help him wipe his hair.

He was ordered to take off his shoes after wiping his hair.

Qin Yan glanced at He Yan: "This is not good."

"What's wrong?" Wei Huaiming glared at He Yan, "Don't look at it."

He Yan rolled his eyes, and quickly turned around: "What's so good about the feet of the elders?"

Qin Yan's feet are really pretty.

He was already fairer than ordinary people, and his feet that had not been exposed all year round seemed more transparent, with blue blood vessels looming inside, like blue flowers on white porcelain.

Seeing that he didn't move after taking off his socks, Qin Yan asked tentatively, "How about I wipe it myself?"

Only then did Wei Huaiming come to his senses, he grabbed the towel and wiped it on his feet twice.

He Yan, who had been looking at this side with his peripheral vision, couldn't help scolding his mother: "Wei Huaiming! Then it's the towel I used to wipe my face!"

Wei Huaiming threw the towel to He Yan and sighed with regret: "I really envy your towel."

He Yan: "..."

He is sick.

There were still a lot of places that the towel didn't reach. Qin Yan swung his legs to dry the remaining drops of water, but Wei Huaiming held him down before he swung twice.

"I seem to have a disease."

Qin Yan looked up at him.

Wei Huaiming swallowed, and glanced at Qin Yan's beautiful calves and ankles from the corner of his eye, and added uncertainly: "Maybe it's called...foot fetish?"

Qin Yan froze for a moment, then laughed out loud.

"Brother, it's not foot fetish." Qin Yan laughed enough, and immediately changed his serious face and explained to Wei Huaiming who didn't know why, "It's me."

"What are you in love with?"

Qin Yan pointed to himself: "Me."

It took Wei Huaiming a long time to react, and he also smiled: "Qin Xiaoyan, you are really getting more and more..."

"Ok?"

"It's getting cuter."

He Yan: "I beg you to hurry up, can you please, the snow is disgusted by you and stopped."

The snow came and went quickly, and the ground was covered in a layer that was neither deep nor shallow, but it did not hinder the movement of vehicles.

Wei Huaiming went out and gestured at the height of the snow, then turned around and asked Qin Yan, "It's neither deep nor shallow...how about leaving tomorrow?"

Qin Yan went to the door and took a look: "Just today. The longer the delay, the more accidents will happen, and we still have a lot of things to solve."

"Okay, you can rest in the house for a while, and I'll go drive."

He Yan brought the "Golden Triangle" and Su Yao to the hall.

Both of them looked sleepy, especially Su Yao, who gritted his teeth and stared at Qin Yan, wishing he could rush up and tear him up—he was picked up after a good sleep, and he had to ride a car overnight. Think about it and get angrier.

"Don't stare at me, you asked for it." Qin Yan looked at Su Yao with a half-smile, "If you want to be comfortable, don't commit crimes."

Su Yao didn't answer his words, and moved towards the man next to him.

From the moment he entered the hall, the man's eyes never left Qin Yan. The latter kept pretending not to see him, and now he had no choice but to say hello to him.

Both are very polite.

"Golden Triangle" shook his handcuffed hands and made a joke helplessly: "According to international etiquette, I should shake hands with you, but unfortunately I can't."

"You don't need to go through so many formalities." Qin Yan replied coldly, "If you have too much contact with perverts, you will be infected."

The man fought back without giving an inch: "So Professor Qin feels that he is not a pervert now?"

"You are more polite, but you are better."

The man looked at Qin Yan calmly for a while, and finally sighed: "It's a pity."

Qin Laoguai's son is indeed a good seedling.

Qin Yan understood what he said and ignored him.

Wei Huaiming, who pushed the door in, broke the embarrassment in time.

After snowing, the weather was extremely cold, and Wei Huaiming came in to call for someone after the car had warmed up for a while. "Golden Triangle" greeted Wei Huaiming with a smile, but was also ignored.

"Then let's go first." Wei Huaiming was busy stuffing the two suspects into the car, not in the mood to say goodbye to He Yan, Qin Yan directly said everything they had said.

He Yan waved his hand: "Bon voyage."

"Well, it's smooth sailing."

A very common sentence sounds like the most appropriate blessing at this moment.

Their journey may not be smooth sailing.

Sun Kaichen had just reported the situation there in the group a few hours ago - Zheng Yuan had already been released, but he was picked up.

The man who took Zhou Wan away also came to the police station to report his disappearance, and I don't know what happened.

Qin Yan was still sorting out the case in his mind, and he seemed a little dazed, and he didn't even know when he would get in the co-pilot.

Of course—he didn't hear He Yan's shout behind him either.

"Wait! You're still wearing my slippers!" He Yan took Qin Yan's shoe and patted on the co-pilot's door. Seeing that the people inside didn't respond, and the car door couldn't be opened, he simply got into the back seat and prepared to take pictures of Qin Yan. Yan's shoulder.

Wei Huaiming just pulled off the handbrake, stepped on the accelerator and flew a long way.

He Yan: "..."

Before the door of the back seat was closed, the bitter cold wind blew on his face, turning him into an ice sculpture.

Su Yao sneezed and glanced at him impatiently: "Can you close the door?"

Wei Huaiming thought she was talking to him, and replied angrily: "I closed it a long time ago."

"I didn't mention you!" Su Yao stomped her feet, her voice shrill with anger, "The person who came in just now opened the door again!"

Wei Huaiming was annoyed by her shouting, and looked back with a headache: "When will you come in..."

He Yan met his gaze and greeted him awkwardly.

"Why the hell are you in the car?"

"Good question." He Yan resignedly closed the car door and raised the shoe in his hand, "I also want to know why the hell I am in the car."

Wei Huaiming's car was driving so fast that he couldn't even see the outline of the police station in such a short time.He Yan asked in a low voice: "Can I apply to send me back?"

Wei Huaiming snorted coldly: "What do you think?"

He Yan sighed and closed his mouth.

Qin Yan has been immersed in his own thoughts, moved his arms and feet from time to time, and kicked off the slippers without paying attention, then he reacted and poked Wei Huaiming: "I forgot to return the slippers to He Yan."

Wei Huaiming shook his hand holding the steering wheel with a smile: "It's okay, the master is here."

Qin Yan glanced at the back row without knowing why, and He Yan had no choice but to raise the shoe in his hand again.

"Is the treatment in your industry really bad?" Qin Yan frowned, "You actually chased him to another city for a pair of slippers?"

He Yan raised his shoe halfway and put down his hand again.

"Yes, too poor."

The man sitting next to He Yan laughed.

He Yan glared at him angrily: "Why are you laughing, we don't make a lot of money, but we still make clean money."

The man has been ridiculed since he entered the game, and he is used to it. He smiled and replied: "The money in our business is not so easy to earn. You don't think that everyone can be like me." Break someone's neck with your bare hands?"

He Yan touched his neck and moved towards the car door.

This car is all mentally ill, and he wants to go home.

The street was deserted, but the noise from the car overshadowed the sound of the wheels rolling on the fresh snow, and also filtered out some noises by the way.

The toll booth in City H was getting closer and closer, and several cars turned out from some small road and followed behind them.

"They are about to enter the toll booth." The man in the car reported to the person on the other end through a Bluetooth headset, "When will we act?"

"Don't act." The voice on the other end was light and slow, "Your mission is to escort them to arrive safely."

"Escort?" The man in the car was stunned for a moment, and the speed of speaking became urgent, "Are you crazy? That's the 'Golden Triangle'! He can kill us!"

"Zheng Yuan, pay attention to your identity." There was a hint of warning in the voice of the other party, "We have agreed that you must do whatever you are asked to do."

Hearing the busy tone of the phone being hung up, Zheng Yuan slammed the steering wheel hard.

Through the rearview mirror, Wei Huaiming noticed the cars that had been following them not too far away, turned his head and whispered to Qin Yan: "Someone is following us."

"Never mind." Qin Yan noticed them immediately, but the other party didn't seem to want to make a move, so he turned around and stared at the "Golden Triangle" with great interest.

"They seem to have sent someone to protect you."

The man raised his lips.

"I got it."