Her Eternal Mr.Right

As soon as the person left, he broke away his colleagues' hands and walked in front of Zhang Bureau.

Tone with a bit of anger, and with a bit of unwilling, she said: "why should I promise to let him go!"

What she couldn't figure out was that she said that she was still investigating, so she couldn't let people go!

Because he is a rich second generation, can he be released on bail!

What should the law do!

As long as there's no money!

There was a huge amount of anger in my chest. I felt that I had no place to release it.

Quiet words, provoked Zhang bureau also not happy, his eyes immediately dyed a layer of not happy, impatient explanation: "you still don't allow others bail?"

"Yes, I can bail, but I haven't yet..."

Before he finished speaking quietly, Zhang Ju went inside and planned to pack up and go home.

Quietly biting his lips, he turned around and followed suit. He kept saying on Zhang Ju, "but I haven't finished my investigation yet. Secretary, how can I say, I should have finished my investigation."

"Don't be, aren't you lack of evidence?" Zhang Bureau stopped helplessly and said justly, "you go home now and have a good rest. Is it useful to say so much? Do you want me to arrest people?"

No, I know there's no reason to do that.

Step suddenly stopped, standing at the door, watching Zhang bureau go in, bang shut the door, leaving her a nose of ash.

"Son of Orson, our bureau director doesn't dare to provoke us. Don't be so stubborn."

Quiet turned to see colleagues Song Chen a face does not agree with looking at her, in this, the heart more uncomfortable.

What's wrong with her doing that.

Also do not want to have too much language entanglement with Song Chen, the more listen to the more angry.

Go straight across Song Chen and go back to his desk to clean up.

Song Chen asked, "what are you doing?"

"Go home." Quiet rolled a white eye, and then lowered his head slowly pack things.

However, I still thought with gnashing teeth in my heart that Bai Jingan must have done something illegal. Relying on his family relationship, did he think that he could cover up the sky?

She didn't believe it. She couldn't dig out anything!

With a click, the A4 paper in quiet's hand suddenly tore a crack, and Song Chen's eyelashes trembled, "that, your paper It's torn

Quiet a Zheng, as expected to see the obvious tear marks, the paper randomly nest into a ball, throw in the garbage can.

"Nothing."

With that, he glanced at the motionless Song Chen standing in the same place and said, "tell those people under my hand to let them go back early."

Step out of the door without looking back.

Song Chen, who was half a beat slow, nodded, "OK."

However, it is found that people have long been gone.

He lowered his head, took a few steps, stopped, frowned and said to himself, "why don't you tell me to go back to rest early?"

Out of the door, a cold wind blowing, quietly gathered his coat, went to the bus side, waiting to get on.

The car was getting farther and farther away. She was sleepy and dizzy. When she heard the news of the station, she held the handle and swayed down.

When the cold wind blows on my face, I feel more sober.

The dilapidated community, the old house, the dim street lamp, vaguely hear the sound of tearing, the walls covered with green vines, more and more moist, there is a share of Yin Qi.

He pushed open the painted iron door. He didn't walk inside for long. He climbed to the fifth floor quietly. He took the clattering key from his bag and opened the door.

Different from the shabby feeling outside, the layout inside is very warm, even though it's just a room with one room and one living room.

And here is the place where I have lived since I graduated from university.

Take off shoes, bag also casually throw on the sofa, barefoot take clothes, go into the bathroom, when she came out, it was nearly 12 o'clock.

Quiet also tired, wipe hair back to the room, is ready to rest, did not expect a burst of bell bag.

She also didn't see who was connected, just, didn't expect inside came a sharp female voice, "quiet, you dead girl, finally answered the phone!"

"Sister, can I help you?" Quietly and powerless brush hair, a face of helplessness.

She really didn't know what Anya was doing when she called.

"Look how many calls I've made to you!" Anya couldn't breathe. Through the phone, she could also hear her breathing.

Listen to her words, quiet, this turned the previous record, there are indeed several, maybe she didn't hear it at work.

In this, good temper explained: "sister, you do not know my work, that I am working."

"I think you just think I'm bored and don't want to talk to me!" Anya snorted coldly and said, "you don't want to see if you can survive without my settling down. Do you have today?""You are ungrateful and quiet. You are really capable of it."

For a moment, the air condensed, and the quiet face was slowly stiff. Her lips opened. After many times, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Then she said, "elder sister, I call you elder sister. Do you want to humiliate me every time?"

This is not the first time. Almost every time she opens it, she will remind her that people's hearts are full of flesh. Is it true that she is such a person these years!

I can't think of it quietly, and I never want to pass it.

"Shame you?" Anya sneered, "you eat my home, use my home, everything you have now is my home, am I wrong?"

"Yes, you're right." Calm down for a while, and then say, "so, can this be a reason to humiliate you?"

"So I don't want to be angry with you Quiet while Anya did not speak, almost roared out.

Fingertips in the tremor, the heart more and more uncomfortable, quiet feel their eyes sour, as if there is a kind of unknown liquid in circulation.

However, she stubbornly blocked back.

"Quiet, are your wings hard? Roll back tomorrow. Don't think I don't know what you're doing. If you don't know how to subsidize some money, your family will know how to float!"

Floating in the water?

What's wrong?

Quiet smile, Mou Guang more and more cold and hard, holding a hot mobile phone, lip a word said: "you roll for me!"

With that, the mobile phone was thrown on the bed in a parabola.

It's like you've been pumping all your strength out of your body.

Tired, really tired!

Quietly lying in bed, holding the quilt curled up in a ball, the heart is suffering to death.

She didn't know what she had to do, why the public welfare she had done had become a mess in her mouth.

The more I think about it, the worse I feel. I frown quietly and put the quilt on my head.

One night, no dream.