Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Why was Qin Ran with an old man this evening?

drive a Benz...

There was a familiarity to the man's back.

Qin Yu pursed his lips.

not far away.

"Ah," Qin Ran stood leaning against the car door, hiding her whole body in the shadow falling from the wall, with her head slightly sideways, causing a headache, "There's no need to be so troublesome."

"I asked, what to eat to make up for it," Feng Loucheng put the insulation bucket on her left hand and persuaded earnestly, "beauty and beauty."

"Okay, just this time." Qin Ran had a headache, and she said sincerely.

Feng Loucheng just looked at her like an old father, neither agreeing nor rejecting.

Qin Ran returned to the dormitory with the heat preservation bucket.

"What is this?" Lin Siran helped her open it and brought a bowl over.

Wu Yan was taking a shower in the bathroom, Qin Ran was sitting on the stool, her eyes were lowered, her feet were resting on the table lazily, and she leaned back: "I don't know."

Lin Siran unscrewed the lid and looked inside: "..."

Pig's foot soup, with wolfberry floating, and a faint Chinese medicine flavor.

Lin Siran sat on another chair, lying on the table watching her drink the soup, "Ran Ran."

Qin Ran turned her head to the side and looked at her with a pair of slightly squinted eyes, with a sloppy meaning, and her voice was quite low, "You say it."

"As for our evening self-study to discuss the class speech contest, the only event for our third year in high school, are you going together?" Lin Siran held his chin in his hand and blinked.

"Am I counting the heads?" Qin Ran glanced at her and raised her brows.

"No, do you know that you are the face of our class now!" Lin Siran's eyes sparkled, "As long as you go to the next stop and read the speech we wrote, the guaranteed minimum score will be five points higher than other classes. "

As the school flower, Qin Ran was indeed the face of Class 9.

It turned out to be selling her face. After drinking the soup, Qin Ran thought for a while, then nodded and said happily, "Okay."

**

The next day, the Lin family welcomed another guest.

"Deputy Director Shen?" Lin Qi thought for a moment. The Lin family has always had nothing to do with the political world. It's complicated and complicated. People in politics cherish their feathers and don't communicate easily.

It was Lin Jinxuan who knew Feng Ci, but that was just acquaintance.

Deputy Director Shen came to him, Lin Qi and Lin Wan were both very cautious.

Lin Qi poured tea for Deputy Director Shen himself.

"Deputy Bureau came to me because of my stepdaughter?" Lin Qi and Deputy Bureau Shen had almost no interaction. After thinking about it for a moment, he knew what Deputy Bureau Shen was here for.

Deputy Bureau Shen was holding the water, his face was very bad, and his tone was sincere, "I have no choice but to find you here. What happened the night before yesterday was a misunderstanding. As long as Miss Qin can agree to be private, I owe you Shen Tao. A favor."

Lin Qi was still running around for Qin Ran's affairs yesterday, but he didn't know that something would happen before he arrived.

He looked at Lin Wan and knew that things were not easy.

Lin Qi remained calm, he put down the teacup and smiled, "Ran Ran can't stand the Lin family, this matter..."

"Let's be honest, the director is staring at this matter," Deputy Bureau Shen smiled bitterly, "Miss Qin does have an inside story in this matter, as long as you are willing to help me, if there is anything wrong with the Lin family in the future, feel free to contact me. "

As a businessman, this business really pays off.

Deputy Director Shen is not easy to take a favor.

However, Lin Qi didn't agree. He was ambiguous, "This matter depends on Ran Ran herself."

When Deputy Bureau Shen left, Lin Wan frowned, "Brother, why didn't you agree?"

"We can pass the word for him," Lin Qi shook his head, with a refined face, and said warmly, "But we can't agree on Ran Ran's behalf."

Ning Qing looked at the two of them, holding her phone in thought.

**

Not far from a middle door.

The black car drove carelessly.

Lu Zhaoying was in the co-pilot, drowsy, "Master Jun, Xu Shen was arrested in the detention center. I asked Qin Xiaoran and Pan Mingyue's files in Ninghai, but I couldn't find them all."

Lu Zhaoying was very strange.

It stands to reason that this kind of file, as long as the director speaks, it is easy to transfer a file.

Yu Guang saw that Cheng Jun didn't move, Lu Zhaoying raised his eyebrows, Cheng Jun was the most active before.

Cheng Juan sat in the back, leaning halfway against the car window, with his head slightly sideways, casually looking out the window, with a lazy expression, quiet and focused.

Lu Zhaoying was surprised and looked over.

Suddenly he smiled:

"Hey - isn't that Qin Xiaoran? Why did she come out?"

Cheng Mu, who was driving, met Cheng Jun's dark eyes in the rearview mirror, and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

After seeing that Lord Jun really pulled away, they got out of the car.

Cheng Mu couldn't help but glance at Qin Ran who was not far away.

He murmured in his heart, he hadn't seen it yet, what was so good about this high school student.

Qin Ran was called by Mu Ying.

She didn't answer Ning Qing's call. Ning Qing could only find the school and call Mu Ying to go to Class 9 to find Qin Ran.

There is a coffee shop in front of the school, which is very quiet and has no private rooms.

Ning Qing and Lin Wan sat by the window.

"What's the matter with me?" Qin Ran pulled out the chair at will, and sat with a golden knife.

No manners.

She hasn't slept well recently, her eyes are always full of blood, and her face is bright and cold and dry.

The figure is sluggish, with his head half lowered, and he does not have the ruthless energy that he saw at the police station a few days ago.

A hooligan spirit.

Lin Wan looked at her and frowned subconsciously.

Those who can sit in the position of the director of the Public Security Bureau have some background in their families, and can they know the market?

She took the coffee, drank it with her head down, and looked away.

Ning Qing's eyes turned to Qin Ran's left hand. She was holding a mobile phone in her left hand, and her fingertips were slender and moist.

The right hand is slightly exposed, and the white gauze can be seen.

Ning Qing remembered that she wrote with her left hand and was left-handed.

The left hand was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your hand... are you okay?" Ning Qing grabbed the strap of her wallet uncomfortably and said.

"It's okay, I can't do it." Qin Ran kicked the trash can beside her feet.

Ning Qing didn't know how to talk, so she opened her mouth.

Qin Ran was impatient, her eyebrows were frivolous, and she was rather dry, "Is there anything else? I'll go now."

Ning Qing looked at Qin Ran, her hand tightening her grip on the wallet, "Your injury doesn't seem to be a big problem, about Xu Shen..."

Qin Ran leaned back and squinted at her with a half-smile, wild and dejected.

Ning Qing was silent for a while.

Lin Wan put the cup on the table, she looked at Qin Ran, and said slowly, somewhat condescendingly, "Qin Ran, I don't want to make trouble with Xu Shen in court."