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After the gangsters retreated, He Qingyi's eyes when looking at Ye Zhiyu changed from contempt at the beginning to disgust and cold murderous intent.

"I thought you were just trying to seduce my dad, but I didn't expect you to have two tricks up your sleeve and make Yu Zhiqin fall head over heels in love with you."

He Qingyi's words were like a bomb thrown into the crowd.

No matter what time it is, people are the most gossipy and melon-loving animals.

So everyone immediately quieted down and wanted to see how Ye Zhiyu would answer.

"That's right. Only a bitch like you would be willing to seduce a hateful woman like Yu Zhiqin." Without waiting for Ye Zhiyu to answer, He Qingyi spoke again.

Originally, Ye Zhiyu had no idea about He Qingyi's attack on Yu Zhiqin.

But He Qingyi actually attacked her?

Ye Zhiyu was very unhappy.

‘Boom——’

The familiar sound of thunder appeared in the clear sky, causing people around to look up frequently.

The huge thunder made He Qingyi frown. He always felt that something was staring at him.

"These people are all your brothers?" Ye Zhiyu looked at He Qingyi with a smile, without any sign of being angry at his verbal abuse.

He Qingyi sneered, "Are you scared now?"

I'm afraid it's too late!

A look of pity appeared on Ye Zhiyu's face. "Tell me, why did you have to be reincarnated as He Tian's son when you could be anyone else's son? Tsk..."

She had just used the "Words Come True" technique on He Tian some time ago.

Even if he leaves the police station, it will be common for him to go to the palace (or the police station) in the future.

The people under him are not much better.

"How dare you call my daddy by his first name!"

In Ye Zhiyu's eyes, He Qingyi's behavior is no different from that of a mentally retarded person.

Ye Zhiyu: “…” Idiots are contagious. She refused to communicate too much with idiots. Anyway, the police would arrive at the battlefield in two minutes.

If you have any nonsense to say, leave it to the police.

Ye Zhiyu didn't say anything, and He Qingyi thought that Ye Zhiyu was afraid. He grinned and was about to step forward to pinch Ye Zhiyu's chin.

Ye Zhiyu slapped it open.

"You are so young, don't be so greasy." He is obviously a middle school boy who is a gangster, but he has to act like a domineering boss.

Ye Zhiyu frowned, looking disdainful.

There is no harm if there is no comparison.

"From this perspective, Yu Zhiqin is much more straightforward than you." Ye Zhiyu was murderous.

She didn't know why He Qingyi hated Yu Zhiqin so much, but she knew that if she said that, He Qingyi would definitely be furious.

For a moment, Ye Zhiyu felt that she was not actually a master, but a master of talking.

Output depends entirely on mouth.

When Ye Zhiyu was distracted and complaining about herself, He Qingyi gave her a chance to prove herself.

He threw a punch, aiming for Ye Zhiyu's face.

Ye Zhiyu raised his hand leisurely to block, and kicked towards He Qingyi's second son, "What a sin, what a sin..." I wonder if this kick will make him childless.

However, Ye Zhiyu felt that since the male protagonist’s aura was so strong, it shouldn’t be that easy for him to fail to stand up.

He Qingyi clamped her legs together and fell to the ground, "You vicious woman! I'm going to kill you!"

Ye Zhiyu wanted to lift her foot, but when she looked up, she saw a line of green.

She immediately covered her chest in an exaggerated gesture, "Ah... Help... Someone wants to kill me..."

People around: "..."

Even if she was telling the truth, her acting was too exaggerated.

"Don't move! Police!"

The noisy crowd quieted down, and the gangsters who were ready to beat Ye Zhiyu with knives became quiet. Only Ye Zhiyu, who was holding his heart in his hands, fell to the ground with a cry of "ouch", "Uncle police, these people want to kill me, I'm so scared!"

Those who were called uncle and those who were not called uncle were all silent.

The policeman coughed lightly, walked up to Ye Zhiyu, helped her up, and whispered to her, "Don't pretend, I know you. I've been a police officer for eight days and you've been to the police station seven times."

Ye Zhiyu: “…” This is a misunderstanding!

"Are they the ones you're talking about?"

The local police officer felt that Ye Zhiyu was most likely an informant placed under the overpass by the police station.

So when he said this, he was considerately taking off his clothes and giving them to Ye Zhiyu, using the action of taking off his clothes to cover up his lip movements.

Ye Zhiyu looked at the police officer in silence, thinking: Brother, you are just an unknown police officer, can you please stop making such a fuss?

"I understand."

"?"

What? He understood!

In the end, because Ye Zhiyu refused to cooperate and insisted that he was not involved, two police officers, each holding one of his arms, took him into the police car.

Seeing Ye Zhiyu going to the police station again, A Shan shouted from behind, "Zhiyu! Don't worry! I will sell the sweet potatoes well!"

Ye Zhiyu lay straight at his side in the police car.

Is it the sweet potatoes that she cares about?

What she cares about is that she hasn’t opened her store today!

When Ye Zhiyu entered the police station with a sour face, the familiar Madam joked with Ye Zhiyu, "Miss Ye is now an external staff member of our police station?"

"I guess so." If he doesn't come, he will be carried here by others. How annoying.

Ye Zhiyu sat in the corner with his arms folded, feeling indignant.

Madam looked at Ye Zhiyu with amusement, "Tell me, Ms. Ye, what did you report today?"

"A secret." Ye Zhiyu pretended to be profound.

However, just as she finished her words, the narcotics police next door came over and asked for the person.

Madam suddenly realized, and then gave Ye Zhiyu a thumbs up, trying not to laugh, "Secret."

Ye Zhiyu lay straight on the rest chair like a straight hammer. Life was so boring.

Madam was joking with Ye Zhiyu, but her eyes showed admiration for Ye Zhiyu.

She didn't know from what channel Ye Zhiyu got the information, but what she was sure of was that Ye Zhiyu was suitable to be a non-staff member of their police station.

"Hello, I'm Inspector Xie Jiaxin of the Criminal Division of Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station."

Madam extended her left hand to Ye Zhiyu.

Ye Zhiyu, who had just been as cold as a frozen salted fish, suddenly sat up and shook Madam's hand, "Hello, Ye Zhiyu."

While Ye Zhiyu was speaking, he also glanced at Xie Jiaxin's epaulettes.

Xie Jiaxin did not miss Ye Zhiyu's little move. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you know our police ranks?"

"No, I was just curious and wanted to observe it closely." Ye Zhiyu denied.

Xie Jiaxin stood up and went to pour Ye Zhiyu a glass of water. With a friendly smile on her face, she chatted with Ye Zhiyu about family matters.

As they chatted, Ye Zhiyu felt something was wrong.

She looked at Xie Jiaxin, and then sighed inwardly.

It turns out that not everyone can be an inspector.

For example, Xie Jiaxin in front of Ye Zhiyu.

He chatted with Ye Zhiyu as if she was just chatting with her family, and then quietly asked for Ye Zhiyu's information, catching people off guard.

After realizing it, I couldn't get angry.

"Miss Ye, are you interested in joining the police station?"

Ye Zhiyu was puzzled.

"We need special talents like Miss Ye."