Mr.president, you are too gentle

The newspaper is just an understatement that it respects my wishes.

Those reporters should still have some skills. I don't know how to put pressure on the police station. Finally, the picture of the gangster was taken and reported in the newspaper.

Originally, this kind of thing should be condemned by everyone, not to mention the exposure of photos of suspects. This time, maybe it's for the heat of the news, maybe it's because Yu Haihai was originally a lonely rotten man. The photos were exposed without even basic mosaics.

He sat in the middle with a sad face, but his face was still a little angry and ferocious, but his eyes were a little safe and sad.

How many people point to this face and think they are standing at the highest level of morality, condemning the sea in all kinds of ways, talking excitedly and even dancing to publicize this matter to others.

As if he had witnessed this man's heinous criminal process, everyone has the right to condemn such scum.

Xia Guowei just came back from an interview last night. Because such a thing happened to his son, he couldn't let go of his worries. He still flew back overnight.

Perhaps the only son was not raised by his side when he was a child, so Xia Guowei and his feelings have never been particularly close. Especially after his mother died, sometimes Xia Guowei can feel the obvious hatred in summer's eyes.

Xia Guowei actually has a lot to say about his son. But he couldn't find any good time, or maybe it was because the summer's eyes were always unwilling with some insight, which made Xia Guowei unavoidably guilty when facing it, and finally delayed.

Although he didn't even get back from jet lag last night, Xia Guowei insisted on getting up early for breakfast for decades.

Although summer is already a senior three, he never has to go to early reading. Naturally, you can go to class after breakfast at home, instead of having two dark circles under your eyes before dawn like other hard pressed senior three students.

When I saw Xia Guowei, a trace of surprise flashed in summer's eyes. I didn't expect Xia Guowei to come back at this time. But soon, his eyes recovered a piece of frost, and he didn't intend to say hello to the so-called father at all.

In summer, he sat on his accustomed position, poured a glass of milk, picked up a knife and fork and gracefully cut the fried egg in front of him. Since childhood, his mother's posture and other education are particularly good, and the straight posture in summer can't pick out any mistakes.

Xia Guowei looked at his son, who was almost half a head taller than himself. He was more or less relieved. Because of his work, he is not usually at home. Coupled with his son's deliberate hiding, father and son can't see each other all year round.

In this way, it is even less to sit quietly and have breakfast together. Perhaps when people are old, they will pay special attention to the warmth between some relatives.

Xia Guowei wanted to say something, but he stopped his desire when he came into contact with summer's cold face.