Dear Mr. Shi

This is not the first time Song Qinghuan has entered the police station, nor is it the first time he has entered the interrogation room.

Although it was inexplicable twice to go in, but this time is obviously more depressing than last time.

The police officer who gave her the transcript was a middle-aged man with a serious expression and unsmiling expression. When asking her questions, he always gave her the illusion of talking to the director of the teaching department when she was in school.

Song Qinghuan described what Han Qianqian was talking to her today, talking in the coffee shop, and driving her to the seaside road later, all in the original.

The middle-aged police officer used the computer while listening, typing the contents of her narration on the document word by word.

Finally, print it out and put it in front of Song Qinghuan.

But before that, he carried a copy of the shell and sent a copy directly by mail.

According to the rules, Song Qinghuan signed her name on her interrogation statement, and after getting permission from the police officer, she stepped out of the interrogation room.

But as soon as she left the house, she suddenly softened and almost fell down. Fortunately, the police officer who came out helped her: "Are you okay?"

Song Qinghuan shook his head and smiled: "I'm fine, thank you!"

She took the police officer's hand and sat down on the bench outside. The serious middle-aged police officer poured a cup of hot water to her: "You are pregnant and your blood sugar is a little low, so you are dizzy. Drink some sugar water to add sugar. Right."

"Thank you! Thank you!" Song Qinghuan hurriedly thanked him, and drank half of the water in one breath.

She held the cup, sat quietly, and suddenly thought, how could this middle-aged police officer know that she was pregnant? Her belly is not very big, she mentioned pregnancy when she recorded her confession.

Uh, I don't remember.

Li Chengyu walked along the long corridor, and at a glance he saw Song Qinghuan sitting upright on the chair, her slender body, a little erratic and haggard.

Subconsciously slowing down, Li Chengyu walked while thinking about the conversation he had with Shi Yuhan before he came to the police station.

In the afternoon, Shi Yuhan asked him to go out, but he didn't say anything to him. With deep eyes, he looked at the tall buildings outside through the spotless floor-to-ceiling windows, and then stretched far and far away, not knowing where he landed.

In the room, plunged into a strange silence, the air gradually condensed into a thin layer of ice, and the chill was pressing.

The waiter who makes coffee can clearly feel that the room is at two temperatures from the outside, one is like the South Pole and the other is like the North Pole.

Li Chengyu, in a white casual suit, leaned lazily on the sofa, and gracefully changed one leg to stand up: "If I don't say anything, I've been hesitant to look very different from you."

"I hope you will bring Qinghuan and live in Q City for a few months." Shi Yuhan said lightly, still looking at the scenery outside the window.

Li Chengyu squinted his eyes: "Give her to me, you are not afraid that I will chew your woman away."

Shi Yuhan turned around and looked at him: "You are her brother, I know."

Li Chengyu hooked his lips: "It looks like she told you, I thought she wouldn't be able to."

Shi Yuhan said: "She didn't say it, but I know that originally, I was planning to take her to live abroad for a period of time, but she refused to go."

Mocking his lips mockingly, Li Chengmei pointed out: "You owe all the credit to you last time for letting go of the pigeons."

Shi Yuhan didn't care about his cynicism, and said: "On the day of Han Wen's death, at the hospital, he wrote four words on the palm of my hand,'Grandpa, be careful'!"