Chief, Love for you is wrong

Next to Wen Rongyan, standing with him, was a handsome boy about a head and a half taller than him.

In the photo, Xiao Qi is holding Wen Rongyan's small hand. He doesn't know which direction to look at. His eyes are slightly picked up. His black hair is close to his forehead. Looking at the photo only gives people a cold, even chilling feeling.

At first glance, he is a very vigilant person, like a little leopard.

But it's such a person. I heard that he was broken by three ribs, his right leg was broken, his hand was injured to varying degrees, and there were all kinds of scars on his body. Fortunately, he was saved by someone with a heart. Otherwise, he would have been

In this comparison, Wen Rongyan's scars exposed in front of the curtain of the happy family are nothing.

After turning over a few more pages of photos, Qin Jing finally saw the name of Xiao Qi. Wen Rongqi and Xiao Qi turned out to be the homonym of Xiao Qi.

"When Yanyan was a child, Qiqi was always with Yanyan. The kindergarten went with Yanyan, and finally she could go to school... Do evil..." the old lady said to herself, "the nanny who killed thousands of dollars gave such a cruel hand to both children..."

Qin Jing patted the old lady on the back again and sighed gently. Last night, she tried to call Wen Rongyan's mobile phone. The prompt tone is off. It should be that the mobile phone is out of power.

The old man should be the same as Wen Jili. In order to hear about Rong Yan, he went to consult with his old friends, but if the old lady is allowed to bend in this house, he must think about it again.

Qin Jing suggested to the old lady that when she went down, the old lady shook her head and said no. later, Qin Jing said some more until she said, "it's good to take the road the swallow has taken and see what the community he grew up in is like."

Speaking of this, the old lady nodded, reluctantly put the album away, hugged Qin Jing and went to the community.

*****

City B, municipal administration office.

In the clean office, two men sat with their backs to the writing glass.

After listening to the man opposite, Wen Jili was always silent. When a cigarette was about to burn out, he put the cigarette butts in his hands on the glass crystal ashtray to extinguish, folded his legs and leaned his body behind the leather sofa.

"Really not?" he once again threw the problem to the man opposite. His handsome face tightened and looked grim. After this trip in the morning, the matter was much more serious than he thought.

The man sitting opposite him did not hurry to pick up the cigarette box on the glass tea table, took out a cigarette, lit it, slowly lit a cigarette, smoked a few mouthfuls, filled with smoke.

After a while, the man put the burning cigarette on the ashtray in front of him. He sighed and smiled bitterly.

"Ji Li, we came out from the Department and team together. We all know what friendship we had. If we can help, I will help without saying a word and frowning. If the mayor is the boss in other places, no one dares to breathe! But in the political and political center of city B, what does the mayor count? There is also the central government pressing on it."

Wen Jili pinched his forehead with his long fingers and was a little agitated. "I know this time it's very difficult. My eldest brother's son is OK. The most important thing is the adopted child..."

Being beaten like that is similar to killing. It is the crime of conspiracy, murder or intentional injury. No matter which one, coupled with abuse, it is enough to smell the home!