Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

How is Qin Ran with an old man this big night?

Opened Mercedes...

There was a sense of familiarity in the back of the man.

Qin Yu pursed his lips.

not far away.

"Ah," Qin Ran stood leaning against the door of the car. The whole person was hiding in the shadow of the wall falling, his head lying sideways, and it was a headache. "It doesn't need such trouble."

"I asked, what to eat and what to eat," Feng Loucheng put the insulation bucket on her left hand and persuaded with a long heart, "beauty and beauty."

"Okay, just this time." Qin Ran had a headache and she said sincerely.

Feng Loucheng just looked at her with an old father's face, and did not agree or refuse.

Qin Ran took the insulated barrel and returned to the bedroom.

"What is this?" Lin Siran opened it for her and took the bowl.

Wu Yan takes a shower in the bathroom, Qin Ran sits on the stool, his eyes down, his feet lazy on the table, and leans back: "I don't know."

Lin Siran unscrewed the lid and looked inside: "..."

Pig's foot soup, wolfberry, and a hint of Chinese medicine.

Lin Siran sat on another chair, lying on the table and watching her drink soup, "Ran Ran."

Qin Ran's head was turned sideways, and a pair of squinted eyes looked over, with a diffuse meaning, and his voice was very low, "You said."

"As for our self-study to discuss the class speech contest in the evening, our third year is the only activity, are you together?" Lin Siran held his chin in his hand and blinked.

"I'm counting people?" Qin Ran glanced at her, frowning.

"No, don't you know, you are now the facade of our class!" Lin Siran's eyes were shining. "You just have to stand up and read the speech we have written. The guaranteed score is five points more than other classes." "

As a school flower, Qin Ran is indeed the facade of Class Nine.

It turned out to be selling a face. Qin Ran finished the soup and thought a little, then nodded, very happy: "OK."

The next day, the Lins welcomed another guest.

"Deputy Director Shen?" Lin Qi thought for a moment. The Lin family had never been involved in the political world. It was intricate and complicated, and those in politics loved feathers and did not go easily.

In other words, Lin Jinxuan knew the speech, but that was only the knowledge.

Deputy Director Shen came in, Lin Qi and Lin Wan were very cautious.

Lin Qi personally poured tea to Deputy Director Shen.

"The vice bureau came to me because of my stepdaughter?" Lin Qi and Shen bureau had almost no intersection. Now I thought for a moment, I knew why Shen bureau came from.

Shen Vice Bureau held the water, his face was rather poor, and the tone was sincere, "I can't help it anymore, I can only find you here. The things the night before yesterday were misunderstood, as long as Miss Qin can promise to be private, Shen Tao owes you A favor."

Lin Qi was still running for Qin Ran's affairs yesterday, but he didn't know that one day before he happened.

He and Lin Wan looked at each other and knew that things were not easy.

Lin Qi said nothing, he put down the teacup and laughed, "Ran Ran can't live in Lin's house, this thing..."

"To tell the truth, the director stared at this matter," Vice-Shen Shen smiled bitterly. "Miss Qin's investigation of this matter does have an inside story. As long as you are willing to help me, what will happen to the Lin family in the future, despite looking for me. "

As a businessman, this business is indeed worthwhile.

Deputy Secretary Shen is not easy to take care of.

But Lin Qi did not agree, ambiguous, "This matter depends on Ran Ran himself."

After Shen's vice bureau left, Lin Wan pressed his eyebrows, "Brother, why didn't you agree?"

"We can speak for him," Lin Qi shook his head, looking elegant and gentle, "but we can't agree with Ran Ran on this matter."

Ning Qing looked at the two and thought deeply while holding the phone.

One door is not far away.

The black car drove casually.

Lu Zhaoying was sleepy on the co-pilot, "Yuan Jun, then Xu Shen was caught in the detention center. I asked Qin Xiaoran and the file of Pan Mingyue in Ninghai, but I didn't find everything."

Lu Zhaoying is quite strange.

It stands to reason that this kind of file, as long as the Secretary speaks, it is easy to transfer a file.

Yu Guang saw that Cheng Jun didn't move, and Lu Zhaoying raised his eyebrows. Cheng Jun was the most active before.

Cheng Jun sat back, leaning halfway against the car window, his head slightly on his side, looking casually outside the window, his expression lazy, quiet and focused.

Lu Zhaoying looked strange.

Suddenly smiled:

"Hey-isn't that Qin Xiaoran? Why is she coming out?"

Cheng Mu, driving, looked at Cheng Jun's dark eyes in the rearview mirror and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

Seeing that Grandpa Juan pulled away, they got out of the car.

Cheng Mu could not help but glance at Qin Ran not far away.

He murmured in his heart that he hadn't seen it yet, what good this high school student is.

Qin Ran was called by Mu Ying.

She didn't answer Ning Qing's call. Ning Qing could only find the school and call Mu Ying to go to Class 9 to find Qin Ran.

There is a coffee shop in front of the school, which is quite quiet and has no private rooms.

Ning Qing and Lin Wan sat by the window.

"What's the matter with me?" Qin Ran opened the chair at will, sitting with a knife.

No manners.

She hasn't slept well recently, her eyes are always bloody, and her face is cold and dry.

His figure was lazy, his head half lowered, and he didn't have the cruelty he saw at the police station the other day.

A rogue bandit.

Lin Wan looked at her, frowning subconsciously.

The people who can sit in the position of the Director of the Public Security Bureau have some background in the family. Can they know the flow of the city?

She took the coffee, drank her head down, and looked back.

Ning Qing's eyes turned to Qin Ran's left hand, she held the phone in her left hand, and her fingertips were long and slender.

The right hand is slightly exposed outside, you can see the white thread gauze.

Ning Qing remembers that her writing was left-handed and left-handed.

The left hand was fine, she was relieved.

"Your hands... are you okay?" Ning Qing grabbed her purse strap uncomfortably and said.

"It's okay, it's impossible." Qin Ran kicked the trash can beside the kick.

Ning Qing didn't know how to talk, opened her mouth.

Qin Ran was impatient and frivolous, quite dry, "Is there anything else? It's okay I'm gone."

Ning Qing looked at Qin Ran, holding the wallet tighter, "Your injury doesn't seem to be a big problem, Xu Shen..."

Qin Ran leaned back and squinted at her, seemingly smiling, wild and decadent.

Ning Qing remained silent for a while.

Lin Wan placed the cup on the table. She looked at Qin Ran, and some of her condescending slowly opened her mouth. "Qin Ran, Xu Shen, I don't want to go to court."

Digression

Good morning everyone, see you in the evening, I don’t set up fg, it’s about ten o’clock...

You love me again...