The first top lady

Chapter 166 Sister Xi - The Soft-Hearted God

The motorcycle’s route was displayed on Hu Yukuo’s mobile phone.

You didn't expect that, car thief, my car is equipped with a positioning system. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I can still catch you.

So before calling the police, he was in the mood to eat some fried chicken first.

"what happened?"

Han Ming walked in a step slower, took a quick look at the situation inside, and couldn't help frowning.

This dilapidated abandoned building is the most likely place for crime to occur.

"Car thief!" Hu Yukuo pointed at the white figure and shouted, "Uncle police, it's her! I will never make a mistake!"

"Hu Yukuo, what are you talking about?" He Yunchu came out of Song Yixuan's arms and asked while wiping her tears.

"He... President He?" Hu Yukuo finally saw clearly that the person crying ungracefully on the shoulder of the car thief was actually President He of Wanhui International. "Why are you here?"

He Yunchu was immersed in sobbing and sadness and didn't want to answer him.

Hu Yukuo seemed to understand something, and rushed forward with great momentum, angrily turning Song Yixuan, who had his back to him, and said, "You car thief! Did you bully President He? I knew it..."

“Hey, hey…” He Yunchu hurriedly tried to stop him, speaking incoherently, “She, I, you, don’t do anything yet…”

"Yixian?" Han Ming was surprised and walked over quickly.

"Hehe, um!" Song Yixuan said perfunctorily. In his heart he was very reluctant to see Han Ming.

It's over now!

Han Ming already knew that she had arrived in Shenhai, so she would not be idle during this period.

"Hmm?" Hu Yukuo was puzzled. "Uncle policeman, do you still know this car thief? Is she a repeat offender? Have you ever caught her?"

"What are you talking about?" Han Ming explained: "She is in the same industry, there must be some misunderstanding here."

"Yes, yes, yes!" He Yunchu nodded very firmly, looked at Han Ming with red eyes, and said: "Comrade police, I want to call the police!"

She pointed at the group of kidnappers at the foot of the wall and continued, "Someone hired those kidnappers to kill me. If Sister Yi Xian hadn't arrived in time, I might have died."

Hu Yukuo was stunned when he heard this. "Kidnap...kidnap? And they want to kill you too?"

He looked at the ferocious faces of the evildoers not far away and suddenly felt his hair stand on end.

Unexpectedly, he encountered such a horrible thing, and was so scared that he hid beside Han Ming.

"You guys go back to the car first, I'll notify the team to send someone over." Han Ming had already taken out his cell phone and looked at Hu Yukuo who suddenly cowered and said, "Take them over."

"Oh, okay." Hu Yukuo forced a smile and said, "President He, this way."

When I passed his motorcycle, I was a little hesitant, "Should I ride it?"

Song Yixuan grabbed him by the back of his collar and carried him out easily, "That's evidence, you can't touch it!"

"Ah?" Hu Yukuo felt very embarrassed and begged, "President He, please help me put in a good word! Isn't she a police officer? Why did she arrest me too? I didn't steal or rob, and I even took a sports car."

He Yunchu burst into laughter and followed Song Yixuan without responding.

Hu Yukuo sat in the middle, with Song Yixuan, who had a cold look on his face, sitting on his left.

He took one look and was afraid.

On the right is the gentle yet broken He Yunchu.

He took a look and couldn't bear to disturb her.

Hu Yukuo sat stiffly with his legs tightly together, feeling very uncomfortable and the days passed like years.

"Where's my fried chicken?" Song Yixuan spoke, breaking the silence in the car.

Hu Yukuo thought about it and realized that Song Yixuan didn't look at him when he threw the fried chicken, so he definitely didn't know that the fried chicken was for him to eat.

He started to say, "What fried chicken? How should I know? I don't know!"

"Isn't that what you eat?"

"Tsk!" Hu Yukuo said with certainty: "I didn't eat it!"

He Yunchu smiled and said, "You should wipe your mouth clean before you deny it."

Hu Yukuo was stunned. He raised the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, and saw a clear oil stain on the back of his hand.

I was so anxious that I forgot to wipe my mouth.

“Ahem!” Hu Yukuo couldn’t help rubbing his hands and said with a smile: “That… I mean, ahem, ah… well, I ate it.”

There was another moment of silence.

Hu Yukuo was unconvinced and said, "But, weren't you the one who robbed my car first? You are a good policeman, but you robbed my car without revealing your identity. How can I not be angry?" His tone was extremely aggrieved.

"...Forget it." Song Yixuan seemed to be giving up something with great reluctance.

For his young age, please forgive him this time.

Fried chicken, my fried chicken——

Song Yixian leaned back dejectedly, a hint of cunning suddenly flashed in the corner of her eyes, and she began to think about how to get Han Ming to compensate her with a portion of fried chicken.

After all, she gave Han Ming a third-class merit today.

Shenhai Criminal Investigation Bureau.

He Yunchu was still taking notes in the interrogation room.

Song Yixuan came out early and found a seat in the corridor and sat there casually. He happened to meet two criminal police officers, Xu Chang and Ding Bo, who came with a kidnapper.

"Miss Song."

Almost all the criminal police officers in Shenhai Criminal Investigation Bureau know Song Yixuan.

"Yeah." Song Yixuan raised her eyes and took a look. The kidnapper was Ma Cong, who had helped her kidnap other kidnappers before.

"Wait a moment!"

"Ms. Song, is there anything wrong?" The two criminal police officers stopped and Xu Chang turned around and asked.

Song Yixuan stood up, walked to the kidnapper, raised his finger and pointed for a long time without saying a word.

Seeing this, Ding Bo was the first to speak up: "He has a good attitude in admitting his mistakes and has made meritorious contributions. If he reforms well in there, he should be able to get out in a year or so."

"After I get out, I'll go to Pingjiang and look for a man named Yanzhe."

Ma Cong was slow to react, and it took him a long time to realize that Song Yixuan's words were directed at him.

"Comrade police officer, was she just... talking to me?" Ma Cong had already gotten into the car.

Xu Chang and Ding Bo stood on the left and right, both with speechless faces.

"Yes, yes, yes. Your future path has already been pointed out by Miss Song." Xu Chang said.

"Oh." Ma Cong was silent for two seconds, then asked, "Pingjiang Xiaoyaoyou...who are you looking for?"

Ding Bo looked at him like a fool, "...Xu Chang, who is it?"

Xu Chang looked at the two fools and said word by word: "Yan, Zhe."

Ma Cong immediately stretched out his arm, "Quick, quick, quick! Write it down for me. Do you have a pen? Otherwise I will definitely forget it when I come out."

Song Yixuan went to the office and sat at Han Ming's workstation, spinning a pen. Hu Yukuo sat in front of her, grinning foolishly.

"Why don't you leave? It's none of your business."

Hu Yukuo smiled foolishly and said, "Didn't you say that my motorcycle was evidence?"

"Oh, I was just kidding."

"...It's okay." Hu Yukuo stood up, leaned on the table, and asked with a smile: "You rode my bike to save the person, right? Then does it count as my contribution?"

Song Yixuan said: "...Just barely enough."

Hu Yukuo's eyes lit up immediately. "Can I have a banner? To praise me. Just an ordinary banner. I have never received one. This is what I want."

Why are there people who actively ask for a silk banner?

However, Song Yixuan saw that those sincere eyes were full of expectation and desire.

Okay, okay, it’s just a banner.

But the problem is, it's too late for her to order it now.

Just as she was worrying, she accidentally glanced under the desk.

Hmm? Is this one?

Song Yixuan bent down, reached out and lifted the yellow dragon whisker at the end of the banner, and the originally rolled-up banner gradually unfolded.

It was facing her, but upside down.

She took a look and saw that the banner did not indicate to whom it was presented or the signature.

That's perfect for use.

Song Yixuan grabbed the banner, threw it on the table, and gave him a word of praise: "Well done!"

"Wow!"

Hu Yukuo picked up the banner in front of him, opened it and saw a big three-dimensional gold-plated "6" that blinded his eyes.

"Too cool!"

How simple and crude! Not even a single extra word.

“This is just so, so cool!”

"Isn't it 9?" Song Yixuan kept spinning his pen, "Oh!"

Then I realized that she was holding it the wrong way around.

Hu Yukuo ran out holding the banner, "I'll go back first, thank you——"