Sister, you miss me

He Shaotang stopped Poussin at the door of the City Yeguiren. The two did not communicate along the way. At this time, He Shaotang spoke: "Here, go in."

Jiang Zengyue did not move for a long time, turned to look at He Shaotang's profile, and said, "Brother He, why are you doing so much for me?"

"I'm fraternity, can't it?" He Shaotang was wrong.

Jiang Bengyue shook her head: "I owe you too much, but don't worry, I won't fall back, and I will definitely try to pay you back as soon as possible."

"You don't need to pay it back." He Shaotang frowned coldly.

"I only have this body now. It belongs to you from now on. If you don't mind, you can take it anytime."

"I don't need it!" He Shaotang felt very heartbroken. He did so much by himself. Is it just a picture of her flat body.

"Brother He, what do you need?" Jiang Bengyue said excitedly.

"You really don't understand?" He Shaotang turned his head, painful and tangled eyes cast into Jiang Zengyue's clear eyes.

"You... Xiaoyue is a humble status, I don't deserve you!"

"Births are created equal, there is no distinction between high and low. Satsuki, do you have any ambitions?"

"I..." In an instant, Jiang Jiyue's temperament changed, and her eyes were shining brightly, full of longing: "I want to cure my mother's disease, and then take the college entrance examination, and walk into the university campus.

"I can help you achieve your ideals."

"Brother He..." Tears flowed in Jiang Bengyue's eyes: "I don't deserve you to treat me like this."

He Shaotang smiled and waved his hand: "Go in."

"Yeah." Jiang Zengyue responded softly, opened the door, and the moment he got out of the car, he quickly printed a bite on He Shaotang's face.

He Shaotang stiffened, watching Jiang Zengyue's pretty figure flutter away, feeling that his whole heart was filled with happiness for the first time in his life.

...

When He Shaotang arrived at the Shuihui in the imperial capital, Gao Xiaobao had already been settled. Yang Feng went to Poussin and found that He Shaotang was obviously wrong. This guy always couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Where are you going? Brother."

"Of course it's going home."

"Oh, hehe, okay."

Yang Feng shook his head and said to his heart that although his younger brother is a second-generation official and a second-generation rich, he still seems very simple!

"Shaotang, do you know that your problem is very serious." Yang Feng started the topic like this.

"Oh, haha, what's the problem with me?"

"As soon as this spring comes, you are in heat."

"Fuck you! How can a big brother say that to his brother."

Yang Feng shook his head: "It seems that you are a little bit interested in Jiang Zengyue."

He Shaotang shrugged: "Actually, I am not very clear."

"Then what are you stupid about?"

"When I got out of the car, she gave me a kiss."

"and then?"

"Then my heart was filled with happiness. This is the first time I feel this way when I grow up so much."

"My poor brother, you don't even have a first love?"

"This is my first love."

Yang Feng sighed for a long time: "Shaotang, first love is often young, and there will be no results."

He Shaotang shook his head: "I never thought about that much."

"You have to think that if you want to communicate, there will be huge resistance. I'm afraid that you will not be able to get through your parents. At the same time, you have to bear the eyes and criticisms of the world."

"So what? I'm not afraid."

Yang Feng sighed, "Shaotang, is it possible for you to misunderstand that she kissed you just to express gratitude, and it has nothing to do with love."

"At least she doesn't reject me."

"You really are a young boy with a new love! I regret it a little bit, that Jiang Zangyue flattened his back, your vision is really problematic."

"I admit."

"You..." Yang Feng was speechless, and he said for a long time: "Shaotang, can you do good things to the end and send the Buddha to the west? Since you help others, you can help more thoroughly. Once you have a bad idea, The nature changes."

"Hehe, whatever you say."

"It's in vain, I won't say it." Yang Feng surrendered.

Then, Yang Feng changed the subject, and he told He Shaotang what he had photographed.

"It seems that we have not worked in vain. With this video, one hundred thousand yuan is estimated to be saved." He Shaotang smiled as he said, but his smile quickly froze on his face: "Brother, yours What happened to the broken car?"

"What's wrong?"

"I stomped on the accelerator, and the car is still getting slower and slower."

Yang Feng leaped forward to take a look, and then found a reference object from the side window to confirm it, and then shook his head: "Then I need to ask, it's out of oil!"

"Then why doesn't the alarm light come on?"

"You would also say that this is a broken car. The fuel gauge and alarm system have gone on strike."

"What should I do?" He Shaotang watched the car's speed return to zero. He didn't step on the brakes and the car stopped.

Yang Feng shrugged: "What else can I do? Go and get some oil. People always get soy sauce. Let's get some gasoline."

He Shaotang said, "Fortunately, in my impression, there is a gas station about fifty meters ahead. Let's go together."

"What do you use for oil?" Yang Feng asked a seemingly tricky question.

He Shaotang smiled: "Go to the gas station and buy a bottle to drink, you won't have it."

"Smart." Yang Feng gave a thumbs up.

The two got out of the car and couldn't help but wrap their winter clothes tightly.

At midnight, the sky is cold and the ground is freezing, the wind is like a knife, and the dripping water turns into ice.

On the ink-colored sky, a crescent moon hides behind the neon clouds from time to time.

The two talked and laughed and went to the gas station, and soon, a modified special police patrol car came into view.

There was no one in the car, and the two couldn't help turning their eyes to the gas station. In the supermarket, there were several special police officers in uniforms.

He Shaotang muttered to himself: "My dad won't be with them, right?"

"How come?" Yang Feng said with a smile: "Your father is the secretary of the Political and Legal Committee, how could he participate in patrols on the front line."

"My dad leads the class today. He is a criminal police officer and he often does this."

Yang Feng nodded: "Uncle He is really amazing, such a big leader, and still working so hard to protect the environment and the people."

"Dad has always been my pride."

"Isn't Aunt Feng?"

"Yes, hehe."

"You are so happy." Yang Feng shook his head and smiled: "You find a way to get gasoline, I'll get the water."

"Okay!"

...

He Jianglong was also hit by his son. On a whim, he followed this car on patrols. At this moment, he was also releasing water in the toilet.

Standing in front of the urinal, He Jianglong closed his eyes comfortably, feeling a little tired for a while, saying that time is really unforgiving!

In fact, he is only forty-six years old.

Suddenly, the old detective's eyes opened violently and he found that a little thief had run out, still holding his wallet in his hand.

Unreasonable!

He Jianglong swallowed this breath. If he succeeded, wouldn't it be a big joke, so he immediately chased it.

The little thief seemed to try his best, but he didn't run fast, the direction was behind the public toilet.

He Jianglong didn't doubt that he had him, and quickly caught up, and grabbed the little thief by the back collar.

"If you don't learn well, the police dare to steal!"

Before He Jianglong finished his lesson, the little thief turned his head and showed a sly smile.

He Jianglong frowned, and then, he felt a cold in his abdomen, and a split-like pain followed. He looked at his abdomen in surprise and found that there was a small dagger inserted there, which was held by a small hand.

"you……"

"Tiaozi, go to hell!" The little hairy thief showed a hideous disproportionate age on his face. In a few breaths, the dagger went in and out dozens of times on the secretary of the dignified political and legal committee.

He Jianglong felt that his life was flowing rapidly, and his wife's gentle smile appeared before his eyes, his son's young face, and a scene similar to that of twenty years ago.

"Help--" He Jianglong cried weakly, clutching his wound.

The little thief took a bite and went all the way.

Yang Feng just stood in front of the urinal when he heard a very low and low cry for help. Even though he had excellent ears, he still thought he had auditory hallucinations.

The water didn't care about letting it go, Yang Feng calmed down, listened carefully, finally identified the position, and then ran over quickly.

The light behind the public toilet is very dim, but I can barely argue.

But Yang Feng first smelled a strong smell of blood, and when he looked closely, there was a person lying tens of meters in front of him.

Yang Feng hurriedly walked over, trying to turn the man on his stomach over, but he didn't expect to start with a sticky warmth.

No need to look, Yang Feng also knew that it was gurgling blood.

Turning the wounded over with light hands and feet, Yang Feng was stunned for a while when he saw a familiar face, and then lost his face in shock, yelling: "Uncle He!"

Yang Feng never expected that it was He Jianglong who was injured. Isn't he the secretary of the dignified political and legal committee?Two hours ago, everyone was happily talking and laughing together, but now he has been stabbed with holes in his body and his life is hanging by a thread.

In an instant, Yang Feng's tears blurred his eyes. He shook his head and said: "Uncle He, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

Although he couldn't accept it, Yang Feng didn't idle his hands, and quickly gave He Jianglong a pulse, and basically grasped He Jianglong's physical condition. He Jianglong's current state can be described in four words-precarious.

"Come on, help!" Yang Feng yelled again. He needs someone to call an ambulance and needs help. The most urgent thing is to stop the bleeding. If he delays for a while, He Jianglong is bound to die because of excessive blood loss.

Yang Feng's voice alarmed the special police and also attracted He Shaotang.

Several special police officers took a photo with a tactical flashlight, and saw Secretary He who was covered in blood, and someone suddenly rushed over.

"Secretary He, what's wrong with you!" a special policeman shouted.

The other one wanted to control Yang Feng, half of an anti-joint movement was done but Yang Feng bounced off.

The special police became angry and quickly pulled out the 92-style, with a crash, the bullet was loaded, and the gun was aimed at Yang Feng.

"Stop it!" He Shaotang arrived in time, and when he saw the blood man on the ground, he shouted "Dad" and rushed over.

Yang Feng turned his head and stared coldly at the armed police, wiped away his tears, and gasped: "The murderer has disappeared long ago. Call an ambulance quickly, Uncle He is dead!"

The armed police remained unmoved until he heard what He Shaotang said.

He Shaotang cried, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Yang Feng's voice was heavy: "As soon as I walked into the toilet, I vaguely heard someone calling for help. When I came over, Uncle He was seriously injured and the murderer was missing."

He Shaotang shouted excitedly at the special police: "What are you still doing, call the police, call an ambulance!"

At this time, several special police officers moved.