I make a living solving crimes.

The coldness of winter is like the deepest breath of nature, solidifying every trace of water vapor in the air and covering the whole world with a layer of silence.

The sky was high and clear. Although the sunlight was bright, it had lost its former warmth and became thin and distant, as if it was separated by countless layers of cold veils.

The bare branches stretch toward the gray-blue sky. Occasionally a few dead leaves tremble in the wind and eventually fall down unwillingly.

This bleak scene is just like Hao Xiaohong's mood.

He found that the leader of the Dragon Team in front of him was very young, and it was a bit awkward for him to speak in an official tone...but, it seemed that he could really afford it.

After all, he is a serious deputy division-level cadre, and I heard that he will be promoted to a full-time position soon.

In the capital, department-level cadres are everywhere on the streets.

But this is a powerful department-level official, and he knows the power of the two words "Dragon Group".

Also an international student, wasn't Wodahan kidnapped by this guy, although it was because of stealing rocket information.

His Adam's apple slid dryly, and he held Chang Wei's hand, forcing himself to keep smiling, "Director Chang, thank you for the compliment. I still have many shortcomings that I need to learn from my comrades."

Chang Wei patted the back of his hand and encouraged him: "Learn from each other and make progress together."

Fan Tuan'er looked around, and found the boy's sudden seriousness inexplicably amusing.

Jiang Hongxia winked at Chang Wei, then looked at Hao Xiaohong and asked, "Comrade Hao, what did you study abroad?"

"I studied psychology, which is an emerging discipline that is highly respected abroad." When talking about his major, Hao Xiaohong regained some confidence and said, "My teacher is Professor Bobby, a famous British psychology expert. The attachment theory he proposed is very popular abroad..."

Jiang Hongxia had no interest in listening to this. She winked at Wu Jimao and showed great interest in learning.

Wu Jimao scratched his head, looked at Fan Tuan'er and said, "Political Commissar, what's the point of learning this?"

"Psychology mainly studies the relationship between people's personality and behavior. Well... I don't really understand it."

"What's the point of studying this stuff? Isn't the fortune teller at the entrance of our village studying this stuff? Now he can't even afford to eat."

After hearing this, Fan Tuaner was stunned for a moment, and tried hard to suppress her smile without saying anything.

At this time, Hao Xiaohong happened to talk to Jiang Hongxia about the characteristics of the people-pleasing personality, which is to adapt to others and cater to others.

Wu Jimao curled his lips and muttered, "What the hell is adapting to this? Isn't this just because he is your nemesis? Just beat him up and that's it."

Hao Xiaohong paused, glanced at Wu Jimao's sturdy physique, took a breath, and decided not to bother with this rough man. He continued to talk about another kind of personality, who was not good at getting along with others and always offended people around him.

Wu Jimao muttered, "This is just a villain in power. Just beat him up."

After that, he turned and walked towards the office, saying, "It seems that this psychology is nothing."

He sincerely felt so.

After hearing these confusing words, he might as well go back to the fortune teller for advice. At least the fortune teller gave him the advice to "be humble".

Hao Xiaohong stared blankly at Wu Jimao's departing back. He wanted to catch up with him and have a good debate with him, but he gave up when he remembered that he had threatened to beat him up twice.

This guy is a fool, a reckless guy, and a fool. If he goes up to debate, he might really get beaten up.

Even if you don't get beaten, it's not glorious to debate by yourself, regardless of whether you win or lose.

Winning over a fool is nothing to be proud of.

I lost to a fool. I'm even worse than a fool.

In the end, he could only comfort himself with this sentence: Thoughts are like underwear, you need to have them, but you can't prove that you have them to everyone.

Chang Wei and Fan Tuan'er watched Hao Xiaohong leave dejectedly at the gate of the courtyard and asked curiously, "Why did he come to our place today?"

"I don't know." Fan Tuaner shook his head.

Actually, she knew.

After meeting each other through a blind date, Hao Xiaohong often went to the Fan family. Although Fan Tuaner was lukewarm and Fan's father's attitude was also cold, Fan's mother was always enthusiastic every time he came before.

As a result, in the past few days, Fan's mother's attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees. She directly turned him away and bluntly said that after the New Year, Tuan'er would go to Sichuan Province to work. She did not want to waste Hao Xiaohong's youth, so she asked him to find a better girl.

Damn, although Beijing is a city of talented people, how many deputy directors are there who are 22 or 23 years old, good-looking, and have prominent family backgrounds?

So he plucked up the courage to go directly to Fan Tuaner's unit to find out what was going on.

In the end, he was beaten to a pulp by a fool.

It was already noon when they returned to the courtyard. Just when Wu Changkun had finished cooking, the phone in Chang Wei's office rang.

After he finished the call, he saw the lunch box brought by Fan Tuan'er and shook his head, "I can't eat anymore. I have to go to school. Xiaoliu, something happened to Chang Long at school."

Fan Tuan'er was startled and quickly covered the lunch box. She then took Chang Wei's coat from the hanger and put it on him. She asked with concern, "Did someone bully her?"

"No, it seems like a little girl is fighting for justice at school. I'll go to the school and take a look."

"I'll go with you."

Fan Tuan'er blurted out, and seeing that Chang Wei did not refuse, she was delighted, and forced herself to find an excuse: "Chang Long likes me very much, and calls me sister. I can't let her be bullied."

"Okay, wear something thicker."

The two men greeted each other in the yard and drove quickly along the way.

In the principal's office of Gulou No. 2 Primary School, Chang Wei just arrived at the door when he heard the little girl yelling inside, "No need to call my big brother, I can win by myself."

The principal and the dean of studies both had bitter faces, and half-persuaded and half-begged: "Chang Long, you've already hit him once, you can't hit him again."

"That's what they deserve. Who told them to bully Momo?"

"Yes, they bullied the female classmates. We must deal with it seriously. However, you can't hit them. Hitting people is not a good thing."

"Is it not okay to beat up a bad child?"

Just at this moment, Chang Wei pushed open the office door.

Standing inside were the principal, the dean of studies, the grade director, and the class teacher. Opposite them, on a chair sat a crying little girl. In front of her stood Chang Long, who refused to give in at all, with his arms open, protecting the little girl behind him.

Before Chang Wei could say anything, Fan Tuan'er had already squeezed past him eagerly, took a few quick steps, hugged Chang Long in her arms, and carefully checked him up and down, and asked softly, "Xiao Long, did anyone bully you?"

Hearing this, the faces of the leaders standing opposite became even uglier.

Chang Long had someone to lean on. He tilted his head back and wiped his nose vigorously. "Sister Tuantuan, no one bullied me. They bullied Momo. I had a fight with them."

The little girl's face was a little blue, but it was not serious.

Chang Wei felt relieved, walked a few steps into the house, squatted down, and patted Xiong Chumo's hand, "Mo Mo, who bullied you?"

"Big pot." Xiong Chumo's speech was even more unclear today. He shouted and then sobbed softly in grievance.

"Mo Mo can't talk anymore." Chang Long turned around and hugged Xiong Chumo, mumbling, "It was Liu Xuebing, the bad guy. They lied to Mo Mo that the iron railings were sweet and asked Mo Mo to lick them. When Mo Mo's tongue got stuck, they clapped their hands and laughed at me. I scolded them, and they said they would take off their pants and pee to save Mo Mo."

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I have said three chapters, and I still keep my word.

Can you guys also urge for more updates and generate some power?

After all, Chang Laoliu was wronged!