My magic stick is going to heaven!

The next morning, Shang Yanzhou was so rare that he saw Wen Changlang in the living room. He was wearing a simple and low-key light gray mandarin jacket, and instead of shorts underneath, he had replaced it with a long jacket. , to the ankle, just the right length, you can vaguely see the toe of the shoe, elegant and casual.

The soft hair was fiddled with casually a few times, and there was a trace of youthful unruliness in the mess.

Shang Yanzhou's brows did not change, the police uniform on his body had been replaced by a green front-end police uniform, and only when he was out on duty would he need to wear a green front-end police uniform. When he came to the living room, he saw the empty dining table and thought to himself After thinking about it, let's arrange for a chef to come over...

Seeing him coming down, Wen Changlang coughed lightly and asked:

"Are you going to work today?"

"Well, I found the place where the deceased in the unnamed dead body case was dumped. I need to go to the scene to have a look."

"I'll go too!"

Wen Changlang stood in front of Shang Yanzhou with a smile, and what he said actually seemed to be joking.

Shang Yanzhou was indifferent, stretched out his hand to brush him away, and bent down a little to put on his long military boots.

After wearing it, he casually said:

"Didn't you say that you are afraid of right and wrong, and you don't want to get involved?"

"That was before! Now this kid is in the hands of the young master, so the result is me. If I don't know the cause, how can I conclude that it is not cause and effect, and send him to hell."

Shang Yanzhou's tone remained unchanged: "That's your business, I only care about death cases and life matters."

After listening, Wen Changlang slapped his thigh, and said: "Isn't that good! You care about your case, and I will tell the truth about my underworld. Isn't it just a good match."

Shang Yanzhou tidied up the folds of his clothes for the last time, glanced at him, and asked quietly:

"Is it a match?"

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for his answer, Shang Yanzhou said again:

"Since you want to go, you must obey my orders, and you are not allowed to spread superstition, sell talismans, pretend to be gods and ghosts, and talk nonsense in the public."

Wen Changlang rolled his eyes, and after a cut, he said:

"Am I that kind of person!"

Shang Yanzhou ignored him, took the military cap and tucked it under his arm and walked out. He had long military boots and a slim military uniform, tall legs and long buttocks!

Wen Changlang looked straight at the past, and his eyes suddenly turned into flowers, and he sighed in his heart, the governor is so beautiful. . .

At this moment, the sound of a car starting came from outside the door, and Wen Changlang was startled. He rushed to the kitchen, picked up a food box and rushed out, shouting as he ran out:

"Wait for me! I'm not in the car yet!"

Wen Changlang ran out of the yard with his things in his arms, and Shang Yanzhou's car came up to him, and Shang Yanzhou's gentle voice came from inside:

"boarding."

Wen Changlang grinned, opened the front door and sat in.

At first glance, Shang Yanzhou's face was pale, and his voice was as gentle as jade, clear and moving, but there was no smile on his face at all, but the corners of his mouth were tense and cold.

Wen Changlang secretly took a look at Shang Yanzhou, and obviously felt that the atmosphere in the car was a bit stiff. He thought to himself, is he afraid of taking himself out and stealing his limelight?

That's right, he is not the focus of the crowd in Wen Long Corridor, the girl's dream lover!

"Sit down."

Shang Yanzhou said something lightly, then started the engine and drove out of the yard.

When the car was on the right road outside, Wen Changlang turned his head to look at the bustling street outside, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind:

There are so many people, it would be great if you bring some talismans, maybe the business will be good!