The first top lady

Sheng Kai waited for Guan Qian and Song Yixuan to come out at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau. Just as they were about to get in the car and leave, a sports car stopped next to their car.

Shang Jinyi got out of her sports car, put her sunglasses on, stood beside the car with her arms folded, and shouted to Song Yixuan: "Hey, I forgive you. Next time you come to Guangting, I will take you to the beauty and health club I opened to relax."

Song Yixuan raised his eyebrows and replied with a smile: "Okay."

Shang Jinyi curled her red lips, raised her hand to take off her sunglasses, and drove away in her sports car.

This is a beautiful misunderstanding.

Guan Qian sent Song Yixuan back to Shenhai and received a call from Guan Dengrong on the way.

As expected, he was called back to the capital.

Guan Qian hesitated at the door for a long time, but ultimately did not go in.

"I'll watch you go in." He stared at Song Yixuan and smiled.

Song Yixuan stopped, turned around and asked him, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"

"No." Guan Qian joked, "I'm afraid I won't want to leave once I get in."

The sun is shining brightly at this moment, basking in the lingering tenderness.

But the two were clearly several meters apart.

"How about, I leave the car to you?" Guan Qian said.

"Are you not afraid of something happening to it?"

"The new car is on the way. If it breaks down, we can just drive the new one." He promised Song Yixuan that he would let Shangqin transport one over and he would definitely do what he said.

Song Yixuan smiled and said, "Then I will try my best to open a new one."

"They're all yours." Guan Qian smiled indulgently.

Everything is yours, even me, okay?

Under Guan Qian's gaze, Song Yixuan walked to the center of the yard, paused there, and did not go any further.

Her smile lingered in the sunlight and gradually disappeared.

Guan Qian returned to Dijing, but she never said that she was not going to Dijing.

It’s just that I can’t go with Guan Qian.

Turning around and walking to the door, I happened to meet Song Yishen coming back.

"sister."

"I'm going to Dijing." As she said that, she threw the car keys that Guan Qian left for her to Song Yishen and left without stopping.

Song Yishen was on vacation today, so he came to see if Song Yixuan had returned to Shenhai. Now it seemed that he had returned, but it also seemed that he had not returned.

Not completely back.

However, at least he saw with his own eyes that Song Yixuan was safe and sound.

At the bus stop, Song Yixuan was sitting with his legs crossed, waiting for the bus.

Han Ming happened to pass by, rolled down the car window and shouted to her, "Yi Xian".

Song Yixuan got on the car very consciously and ordered directly: "High-speed railway station."

"Are you going on a long trip?" Han Ming said to himself, "I couldn't get through to you these past two days, and you didn't reply to my messages. I thought something had happened to you?" Now that he saw me, he felt relieved. "By the way, Qin Funing was transferred to the Imperial Capital Criminal Investigation Bureau yesterday. It seems that Guan Tong will not let it go. Alas! I don't know how much suffering he will have to endure..."

Song Yixuan stood by silently, just listening without saying anything.

She is not a god, not a saint, and she doesn't take care of everything.

Han Ming was a little confused. It had only been a few days since they last met, but why did it feel like Song Yixuan had become a different person?

Song Yixuan got off the train and walked towards the high-speed railway station. Suddenly he turned around and asked Han Ming: "Do you think I am cold and heartless?"

"Ah?" Han Ming didn't react.

This was the first sentence Song Yixuan said since he got on the car.

"You guessed it right." She was so cold and heartless.

Song Yixuan pulled the corners of her mouth, smiled bitterly, and turned to walk away. She walked faster and faster, as if she was about to miss the train. But in fact, she hadn't even bought a ticket yet.

Who did she think those eyes looked like? The father and son simply shared the same eyes.

The son follows in his father's footsteps, right?

Song Yixuan lowered her head and walked through the crowded square. So many hurried footsteps slipped past her eyes, making her vision blurry.

She felt a sense of suffocation in her heart, which made her feel uncomfortable.

The master who was willing to sacrifice for his career even dragged his own son down this path.

Is this a hero?

The high-speed train started slowly. Song Song Yixian sat by the window, staring outside in a daze.

What was Guangting's trip? It yielded nothing, and only muddied the waters.

Chen Kuan's identity was about to be exposed, so what about Jia Ming? If Jia Ming's identity was discovered by the Viper's men, he would be tortured beyond recognition.

Could it be that she guessed wrong? Jia Ming was really a drug dealer.

Then what does Wei Yilin’s death matter?

She doesn't even have this much judgement anymore?

Sitting next to them was a young couple holding their baby, who was crying non-stop.

Song Yixuan's ears were filled with the sound of crying and the couple's coaxing. The combination of softness and hardness, tension and relaxation, made her dizzy. So she got up and left.

Bao's father quickly stood up to make it convenient for Song Yixuan to go out. Seeing that she was frowning and was undoubtedly annoyed, he kept apologizing.

The flight attendant was pushing a food cart and selling lunch. Song Yixuan squeezed past and walked forward slowly.

Walk to the previous car and continue walking towards the next car at the same pace until you reach the end, then turn back and continue walking towards the rear of the car.

Some carriages are quiet, some are noisy, some are filled with the smell of food, and some still have fresh air.

However, no matter how strong the smell was, it couldn't cover up what she wanted to smell.

In the penultimate carriage, Song Yixuan had been walking back and forth several times, and when he passed by a seat, he would glance at the man from time to time.

When Song Yixuan looked at the man for the third time, he could no longer sit still. He zipped up his coat, put it around his neck, pulled his hat down, and walked out pretending to be calm.

The train was due to arrive in two minutes, but he couldn't stand the torture any longer. To avoid any accidents, he had to get off at this station in advance.

Just as he walked to the toilet, his eyes under the hat saw a pair of clean white sneakers blocking his way. He looked up and saw white pants, a white shirt, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through him.

His heart trembled, knowing that he was about to be exposed and had to leave immediately. But now he had no choice but to force his way in.

But before he could take half a step, Song Yixuan punched and kicked him and pressed him against the wall of the carriage.

A young man of 1.80 meters felt the pain of breaking tendons and bones in the hands of a woman for the first time, but he could not move.

There was a commotion in the carriage, and everyone, whether getting off the train or not, looked at them.

Song Yixuan grabbed the man's zipper and pulled it down, and dozens of packets of powder fell at his feet. But Song Yixuan was holding his neck down, so he couldn't look down.

The high-speed train police quickly came over, handcuffed the drug dealer, and took him off the train for investigation.

"Where do you work, young comrade?" An old conductor came over to talk to Song Yixuan. The two young conductors finished counting the drug reports and left.

The old policeman has worked as a criminal policeman for many years and can recognize his colleagues at a glance.

Song Yixuan said: "We will go to whichever area needs us."

She was telling the truth that her nominal position did not match the work she actually did.

"Young comrade is a pillar of talent!" Those who can be transferred by their superiors many times are certainly not incompetent. The old police officer couldn't help but admire.

Song Yixuan smiled politely.

It seemed that her superiors and her master were training her to be a pillar.

Those things she didn't want to do became habits unknowingly, just like she had to turn around twice every time she took the train.

She was not bored, but it was a professional habit of a drug enforcement officer.

Her keen sense of smell facilitates her in doing these tasks. She is like a drug-sniffing dog, with her instincts overcoming her heart.

Maybe she has never seen her true heart clearly.