Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

When Xing Chen came out of the police station after signing, it was the handsome young police officer who escorted him out.

He walked and laughed: "I didn't realize before that Boss Xia was such a good talker."

Xing Chen felt a little embarrassed.

"Officer Xiao Song, I'm sorry to trouble you so late at night."

"What are you talking about? Bar Street is my jurisdiction. I happen to be on night shift today. I'm glad you can come to me directly."

"Thank you."

"We've known each other for quite some time, don't be so polite to me."

"When Officer Song is free, I'll treat you to a meal."

"You can have dinner, but we're just getting together as friends. Don't say thank you to me or anything like that."

Xing Chen laughed, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

"Boss Xia, can I just call you by your name in private from now on?"

"Of course, whatever you like."

"Xingchen." Song Zhian tried to shout.

Xing Chen smiled and replied, "I'm here, Officer Xiao Song."

"Although I like the name Officer Xiao Song, Xing Chen, you have to promise me that you won't call me that in private in the future, otherwise it will feel like I'm never off work. Even if you like this job, you can't work so hard!"

Xing Chen laughed so hard that his shoulders shook: "Okay, I'll remember it next time."

Standing at the door of the police station, Song Zhian scratched the back of his head and looked at Xing Chen's expression carefully.

"Xingchen, don't take what that alpha said seriously. Not all alphas are like that. Normal alphas would also want to beat them up if they saw someone like that. If I wasn't wearing a police uniform and there were so many people watching, I would have kicked him twice to make him swallow his words."

Xing Chen nodded: "I know, he is a psychopath, ignore him."

"That's right."

Xing Chen picked up his phone and checked the time: "It's almost three in the morning, I'll go home first."

As soon as he said this, Song Zhian's smiling face suddenly changed color and turned pale in an instant.

"What time did you say?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Three o'clock." Xing Chen answered hesitantly. Why did this kid act like he had seen a ghost all of a sudden?

"It's over, it's over!"

Song Zhian stamped his feet in panic, then quickly jumped down the stairs three steps at a time and rushed towards the intersection in front of the police station, running as fast as if a mad dog was chasing him.

Xing Chen asked him loudly: "What's so urgent in the middle of the night? Do you need my help?"

"No, no, it's urgent. There's no time to explain!"

After he finished speaking, he disappeared in a flash.

Seeing that the direction he was running was the same as the route he was taking back home, Xing Chen also quickened his pace and walked forward.

After walking for a while, he saw a completely black car parked at the intersection ahead. Song Zhian was leaning against the rear window and saying something cautiously.

Then a small box was handed out from the car. He took the box respectfully with both hands and took a step aside dejectedly.

There was no light on in the car. When he stepped back, the light from the street lamp above his head poured down, illuminating the profile of the man in the car at the moment the car window was closed.

Xing Chen stopped suddenly.

The car started as the window was closed, and disappeared from Xingchen's sight the next moment.

But that profile face, as cold and solemn as a sculpture, with firm and tough lines, seemed to still be in front of Xing Chen.

Xing Chen seemed to be really suppressed and bewitched by some powerful pheromone, and only after a long time did he let out a heavy gasp.

"Qi Luo."

He cried softly against his lips.

Dahuang was happily spinning in circles in his sea of ​​consciousness.

[The fate between you and the Lord God is always so wonderful. 】

Xing Chen was a little annoyed: "I should have shouted and rushed over to let him see me."

[It's okay, sir. He is related to Officer Song. You will definitely meet soon.]

Xingchen glanced at Song Zhian, who was standing in military posture with his head held high under the street light.

He shook his head: "It feels a bit difficult."

[If there is no opportunity, create one. Our masters are the best. There is no difficulty in this world that can stop our Master Yashin from finding a man! ]

Xing Chen: “…”

[Sir, just tell me, do I understand you the best? ]

You really understand it well. I'd better not understand it next time.

Xing Chen walked towards Song Zhian, not quite sure how to address him.

I don’t know whether this time is considered private or Officer Song’s working hours.

Seeing him standing so straight in military posture, it must be time to go to work.

"Well, Officer Song, I didn't follow you on purpose. I was just passing by here on my way home. Are you standing in the corner as a punishment?" Xing Chen walked to Song Zhian, stretched his head and asked carefully.

Song Zhian remained motionless and answered in a deep voice, "Yes!"

It looked like he was being questioned by an instructor.

Xing Chen thought about it, and deliberately blamed himself and said, "I'm sorry, is it because I wasted your time dealing with my affairs, and made you forget to do something and get punished by the leader?"

"No, no, don't think like that. Your matter is my job. During working hours, you should be my priority. Don't blame yourself. This is my personal matter now. Blame me for forgetting the time."

Xingchen's eyes moved.

Song Zhian said it was a personal matter, so Qi Luo was probably not his leader or anything like that.

Coming here to deliver something so late at night must be a detour. Are they relatives?

Xing Chen continued to ask worriedly: "I just saw a car passing by. Was it really not your leader in it? Then why did he punish you?"

Song Zhian still held his head high and chest out, his posture motionless.

"Don't think too much. My uncle was in the car. He got off a plane here in the middle of the night and agreed with me to meet him at the intersection at 2:. I forgot the time and was half an hour late, so my uncle made me stand for an hour as punishment."

My uncle...

No wonder even though they don’t have the same surname, Qi Luo still had to make the trip in person.

Song Zhian must have hidden his parents' identities when he was a police officer here.

"Is your uncle that strict with you? Will you be punished for being late for work?"

"These are two different things. My uncle hates being late the most. I deserve to be punished for the way I behaved today." Song Zhian said seriously.

Xing Chen looked at him standing still in a standard military posture and sighed, "You seem to be very afraid of your uncle."

"Afraid... just a little bit."

"Is he fierce?"

"No, no, no, how could that be possible? You can't say bad things about my uncle behind his back. He's not mean at all. He's gentle and kind, and he loves me so much."

Xing Chen was so amused by his insincerity that he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. He could only hold it back, and his lower abdomen ached.

"Is that so? Then don't stand. Your uncle has already left. He doesn't know whether you stood for a full hour, so just lie to him and say you did."

Song Zhian raised his head with a look of horror on his face.

"Xingchen, how could you have such a dangerous idea?"