The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

in the police station.

The police comrades glanced at the thin white boy standing on the left, and at the one, two, three, four, five, six, seven... big men with flowery arms standing on the right.

"You mean," he pointed to the weak, pitiful and helpless pretty boy in the corner, "he beat you like this?"

The flower arms with bruised noses and swollen faces followed the gaze of the police comrades, looked at the young man in fear, recalled the tragic situation when he was beaten, and subconsciously trembled twice.

Everyone cuddled together tightly and nodded in panic: "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

"Just him?"

"Mmmmmmm!"

The police comrade was silent for a moment: "Hehe."

Flower arms: "?"

What does hehe mean?

The policeman turned his head after he finished, and asked Song Yan softly, "What's your name?"

"Song Yan."

"How old are you?"

"19."

"Same age as my daughter." The police comrade smiled, "Don't be afraid, this is the police station, no one dares to do anything to you."

What?

What do you mean no one dares to do anything to him? ?

The big, middle and small flower arms were stunned for two seconds, and suddenly became anxious: "No, comrade police, we are the ones who reported the crime! No, we didn't lie, he really beat us like this!"

"Really, really, it's terrible!"

"Look at my eyes, they're as swollen as steamed buns. Did you see...that was beaten by him, hey, hey~"

"And my little arm..."

As soon as the policeman looked up, he saw the thick and strong arm raised by the flower arm...

He frowned, with a stern face: "Why are you arguing? Be quiet!"

Facing the boy, he softened his tone, "Tell me, did you hit them?"

Song Yan coughed dryly: "I hit them, but I just hit them so lightly... twice."

The flower arms were stunned, and they all pointed to their injuries: "Gently? Are you so light?"

"...Yes." Song Yanli said confidently, "That's why I suspect that you are touching porcelain."

He really didn't use much effort!

In just a few moments, this group of big guys turned into this ghostly look...

What is it if it’s not Porcelain?

In order to strengthen his persuasion, Song Yan cautiously stretched out a little finger, "I promise, I only used such a little bit of strength."

As he spoke, he stretched out his little finger under the table next to him, poked the table with his fingertips, and exerted a little force, "Like this, lightly touch—"

For the rest, stop abruptly.

So what, he, he raised this table?

No, it's jacked up!

The table... is there such a light one?

The flower arms looked at the table whose legs were lifted off the ground by Song Yan's little finger, and took a breath together: "Damn!!!"

Song Yan was also taken aback, and quickly withdrew her fragile (?) little finger, pretending nothing happened.

The policeman was taking notes, when he heard the movement, he raised his head and said fiercely, "Who are you going to rape? Ah!"

The flower arms are one by one, scrambling to be the first, speaking incoherently:

"Ah, no, comrade policeman! The table! The table was lifted by him!"

"Only one little finger was used!!"

"Mom, I want to go home woo woo woo..."

The police comrade followed their line of sight, looked at the huge motionless desk, and sneered: "You said that this desk was pushed up by one of his little fingers?"

The flower arms nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, yes!"

The policeman couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily: "Don't make a draft if you are lying? Do you know where this is? The police station! I look so easy to deceive? I can't even make it up. Do you know how heavy this table is? I just have to pay for it." It takes a little effort to lift it up..."

"You say him?"

"A little finger?"

"Are you kidding me?" He raised his voice: "Be honest with me!"

Flower Arms: "..."

Wronged Baba.JPG

The policeman asked a few more questions about the situation, and then said, "Let me ask again, do you accept private mediation?"

The flower arms covered their wounds, shook their heads resolutely, and said viciously: "I don't accept it! We must sue him! Make him lose money and go to jail!"

The policeman waved his hand: "Okay, okay...Xiao Zhang, take them out first, and I'll ask this kid alone."

……

Outside the police station, big men squatted together in twos and threes.

"Brother Hua, are you okay?"

"Fart question! The third one recorded the video, this time we have all the witnesses and material evidence, we promise to kill him!" Dahuabi said arrogantly: "The superiors have spoken, let us follow the plan, now we have such a big Are you afraid that the old woman won't sign it?"

The other flower arms responded one after another: "Yes, yes, Brother Hua is wise!"

"But we've all been beaten into pig's heads, so let's just forget about it?"

"Good idea! After the old woman signs it, we'll settle the score with him!"

Dahuayi listened to the conversation of the brothers, looked at the injuries on his body, showed a sinister expression, and clenched his fists.

Hehe, it doesn't matter if you can fight again, the way to deal with people is not just fighting...

Just thinking about it, the phone rang suddenly.

He glanced at it, stood up immediately, made a booing gesture to the younger brothers, and answered the phone respectfully: "Hey, boss...you said you said...what?!"

The younger brothers looked at the inconceivable expression on the big face of the big flower arm, and they froze for a long time, and then silently took back the phone.

The younger brothers gathered around one after another: "What's the matter, Brother Hua?"

"Damn, what's the background of this kid..." Dahuabi muttered to himself, swallowing his saliva: "Come on, let's go in."

The younger brothers were at a loss: "Why do you go in? Could it be..."

His eyes lit up, "Are we going to settle accounts with that kid now?"

As soon as the words finished, a mobile phone slammed on his forehead, followed by Da Huayi's voice of embarrassment and anger: "Fuck the fart!"

The younger brother covered his head: "Then this is to..."

Dahuabi gritted his teeth, his face changed again and again, and finally squeezed out two words: "Apology!"

Brothers: "..."

The police comrade sat opposite Song Yan and listened to him narrate the whole process. At the end, he said in a serious tone, "So, those injuries on their bodies were really caused by you?"

Although they haven't been identified by the hospital yet, those injuries don't look like minor injuries. If the boy really did it, and the other party insists on pursuing it, I'm afraid there will be consequences...

Song Yan hung his head, struggled for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to nod: "Yes, it is..."

Before finishing the last word, he was eagerly interrupted by a rough voice at the door: "It's not him!"

Song Yan: "???"

When he looked up, he saw the big flower arms going back and forth, rushing in from the door quickly, followed by Wu Lala, a group of flower arms.

The ferocious expression of the big flower arm disappeared, replaced by a nervous face: "Comrade policeman, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, he didn't hit him!"

The policeman frowned again: "Why is it sometimes not? Is it right!"

This time, not only the big flower arm shook his head again and again, but the younger brothers also waved their hands.

Almost broke my hand.

"no no……"

"It's really not..."

"That's right, how could such a gentle and handsome little brother beat someone!"

The gentle and handsome Song Yan: "..."

Police Comrade: "..."

That's not what you just said.

Police: "So, what happened to your injuries?"

The flower arms started their own performance:

"I accidentally fell down."

"Guo Lu was hit on the head by a vase."

"Left foot mixed with right foot..."

police:"……"

The two parties signed a mediation agreement, and Song Yan had just left the police station when he saw this group of flower arms rushing out and standing in front of him.

His face was very...serious.

Song Yan looked around, a little nervous: "What are you doing?"

The flower arms did not speak, but quickly lined up and looked at Song Yan.

then……

They bowed at ninety degrees in unison.

The voice was deafening: "Sorry!!!"

Song Yan: "QAQ"

……

Under the eager and flattering gaze of all kinds of flower arms, Song Yan walked away in a daze...

He was still thinking about the orphanage in his heart, and he didn't have time to take care of these messy little things. He thought that it would be serious to go back quickly, so he decisively quickened his pace.

After walking a few steps, I heard a short beep of a car on the side of the road.

Song Yan turned around.

The rear window of the black car parked on the side of the road slowly lowered, revealing a thin, cold and handsome face.

The man in the car turned his head to look at him, his eyes dark and distant.

After staring at it for less than a second, the man said lightly, "Get in the car."

At the end, add two words, "For you."

"Master, go straight at this intersection, then turn right. Thank you, master!" Song Yan grabbed the back of the front row, leaned forward, and carefully directed the driver.

Sitting next to him, Lu Zhen leaned against the back of the chair, her eyes unconsciously swept down her slender waistline, she turned her eyes away, and said in a calm voice as always, "There is navigation."

Song Yan leaned back a little, and bent his eyes: "It's a small alley, there are many forks, and the navigation may not be accurate. By the way, do you live near here?"

This area belongs to the old city, and there are not many foreigners on weekdays. Apart from living nearby, there should be no reason to meet them twice.

Lu Zhen was silent for a moment: "Yes."

The driver was originally looking at his heart, but he was startled when he heard this answer. He subconsciously looked in the rearview mirror and met the boss's eyes.

Cold, but inexplicably intimidating.

His heart tightened, and he quickly looked away.

Song Yan suddenly became interested: "You really live here? Which neighborhood do you live in?"

Lu Zhen shut her mouth: "..."

Fortunately, he doesn't like to talk much at ordinary times, Song Yan didn't take it seriously, and thought for a while: "Is it Gangwangcheng?"

Harbor View City is the most luxurious neighborhood nearby.

Lu Zhen spends a lot of money, that watch seems to be very valuable, wears a suit and drives a good car, and still works in Rongguang Building!

After Song Yan thought about it, only this neighborhood was the most suitable for his temperament.

Lu Zhen paused, and said again, "Yes."

He didn't change his expression, "What about you, where do you live?"

The topic changed without a trace, Song Yan didn't notice it at all, and just smiled brightly: "I used to live in an orphanage, which is the grand orphanage in front, and now I'm working, and the company provides food and lodging."

"Turn right ahead, master." Song Yan felt uncomfortable sitting there, dawdled for a while, and just wanted to stretch out his hand to scratch, but saw a familiar building, hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, this is here."

Lu Zhen turned his head and looked at Song Yan.

The boy next to him didn't look at him, but anxiously looked out the window, "It's here."

The vehicle stopped slowly.

The boy turned his head, pulled off his seat belt, and smiled at him, "Thank you!"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to open the door.

When opening the door, the body subconsciously leaned to the side.

Lu Zhen's eyes inevitably swept down, and then suddenly stopped.

At some point, the hem of the boy's clothes climbed up a little and got stuck in the waistband of his trousers in a messy way, revealing a bunch of short tail tips.

So, wear it every day?

If it is seen by others...

Lu Zhen's indifferent eyes instantly became dark.

Song Yan opened the door and was about to lift his foot to get out of the car, but his wrist was grabbed by a big hand.

A strong force pulled him into the car, and he lost his balance in an instant, and his whole body was unsteadily tilted on the seat.

The back of his head hit a strong chest unexpectedly and bounced twice.

He raised his head in astonishment, and met Shang Lu Zhen's dark eyes.

"you……"

Lu Zhen didn't say a word, she clasped one hand on her fragile and slender wrist, and supported the back of the front seat with the other hand, lowering her eyelids.

Unaware that the tip of the snow-white and lovely tail had been exposed to the man's sight, it instinctively trembled slightly, and slanted lazily on the boy's waist.

It was like an unspeakable scene in a dream.

Lu Zhen's throat tightened.

A few strands of summer wind blow in through the slowly opened car door.

Wrapped in hot air, like a hot hand, pressed against his burning throat.

Song Yan felt that the atmosphere seemed a little weird, and the phone rang, and he glanced at it: "Ah, the dean's grandma called, I'll get out of the car first!"

Standing up, he was pulled back again by great force.

Lu Zhen reached out, closed the car door, and pressed the button by the way, and the privacy glass instantly blocked the front and rear seats completely.

In a confined space.

He tightened his fingers little by little, turned his body sideways, tightly covered the small thing around Song Yan's waist, raised his eyes, and moved his eyes upwards.

Inch by inch, it swept across the boy's collarbone, Adam's apple, and lips.

Finally, it rested on the tip of the pink ear.

Pause for two seconds and lean down.

The man's oppressive breath enveloped Song Yan's ears with his warm breath.

Song Yan tensed his body subconsciously.

With a slightly hoarse voice, Lu Zhen whispered in his ear, "Your tail..."