Everyone's footsteps are different, tall, short, fat and thin, leg lifting posture, leg frequency, different people have different habits, which also leads to differences in sound.

This is also the conclusion that Zhou You usually observes, of course, with Zhou You's lazy temperament, he has not had time to summarize this into a systematic experience for the time being.

Song Guyan's footsteps are very crisp, which is quite in line with her character. It's just that Zhou You heard a mess, it seems that Song Guyan is not very happy with this long phone call.

Zhou You secretly glanced at Song Guyan's face, and he was indeed very entangled.

It's just her old bean's phone, right?

I have known Song Guyan for seven or eight months, but I have never met the deputy director of the legendary Hucheng Public Security Bureau. Even when Song Guyan celebrated his birthday, Song Changhe did not come back, and the relationship between father and daughter was obviously not beautiful.

Fortunately, Song Guyan's self-regulation ability is good, and he calmed down his emotions a little before holding back the unhappiness on his face.

Zhou You still doesn't understand Song Guyan's temperament, and wants to force her, maybe when he wants to make you look good.

"You're almost asleep, aren't you?" asked Song Guyan, squatting down.

Zhou You immediately stood up, this girl was in a bad mood, he didn't want to touch her moldy head.

Song Guyan had to have a place to vent his anger, and the villains in the subway station were unlucky.

"Ahh

"It hurts~it hurts~ let go! I want to complain!" a middle-aged uncle cried out miserably.

Next to her was a little girl in a panic.

"Would you like to make a record?" Song Guyan asked the little girl.

The girl is also in her early twenties, and it is probably the first time she has encountered this kind of thing. Thinking about what this disgusting man had just done to himself, he couldn't help but be angry.

"I do!"

Song Guyan nodded. Since the girl is willing to go to the police station to give evidence, this man will not get out so easily.

"Let's go!" Song Guyan pressed the middle-aged man out of the subway station.

Zhou You covered his eyes, this man also hit the muzzle of the gun, so you have to stretch out your salty pig hand to the little girl.

"Loosen up, or you'll dislocate your shoulder. Zhang Beihai couldn't help but remind.

Zhang Beihai felt that Song Guyan seemed to have eaten gunpowder, and he was ruthless and fast.

When I chased a thief just now, the thief was chased out of breath, and in the end he lay on the ground and shouted that the eldest sister should let me go. In fact, the thief was stopped by Song Guyan as soon as he started, which may be a few words of education criticism, and he went to the sub-bureau to go to the sub-bureau.

But he was chased by Song Guyan and lay on the ground, coupled with the wrong muscles, but he couldn't recover for half a month.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, let it go!" the uncle hurriedly shouted.

"Scum!" said the little girl, glaring from the side, her eyes filled with flames.

A little girl in her early twenties was touched by others, and her natural weakness made her nowhere to turn for help. The subway station was full of people, but no one was willing to stand up. She tried to escape, but the middle-aged man followed. She wanted to call people, but she was afraid that middle-aged people would be poor.

Until Song Guyan descended from the sky like a god, and controlled this man at once. In the eyes of the little girl, the resolute Song Guyan is simply her idol.

"Yes, yes, I'm a scumbag, let me go. "Uncle is in so much pain that he even admits to being a scumbag.

Song Guyan happened to be angry, and he couldn't help but use a little force, and the middle-aged man with a fat belly really couldn't stand it.

Zhang Beihai's persuasion can be regarded as finding a way out for Song Guyan, and it really dislocates people, maybe the leaders of the sub-bureau will have to talk to Song Guyan.

By the time the police from the substation came to handle the handover, the middle-aged man was already sweating profusely in pain, and if it weren't for the police, he might have collapsed and fallen to the ground.

This is already the fourth time that Song Guyan has sent over in one night, and the police who handed over can't help but look at Song Guyan.

The four people, almost all of them were restrained with one blow, the light ones were arm, and the heavy ones were directly pressed down, which is hard not to be impressive.

"Xiao Song, are you ...... You're a little more laid-back, too. Zhang Beihai knew that Song Guyan was holding his breath in his heart, but he couldn't be angry at people who broke the law and committed crimes.

Anyway, these people still have human rights.

"Okay, got it. Song Guyan nodded calmly.

Zhou You looked at Song Guyan's expression, and knew that this woman was probably not angry enough.

was caught by Song Guyan four villains in a row, and the atmosphere of the entire subway station was instantly wiped out, even if Song Guyan stared at it, he didn't find the villains.

There is such a cold-faced patrol officer standing at the door, and if he is a little timid, he may run around, who would dare to come over and cause trouble.

played soy sauce throughout the tour, and even chased the thief in person, Song Guyan went into battle in person, and he didn't call him over to help.

It's okay, it's good to eat pork chops very much, and it's good to go around and eliminate food, so don't do any strenuous exercise.

After leaving work on time at nine o'clock, the Hucheng Station detachment arranged a minibus to send back a few people who had been seconded from the base.

After all, it's just a secondment, and you have to arrange a round-trip trip, and the base has some authority to manage the detachment.

Before entering the dormitory, Zhou You heard the sound of chatting in the room.

But it shouldn't be Zhang Xiangling's boyfriend, it's an indifferent female voice.

Song Guyan's face sank and he unscrewed the door lock.

"Sister Song, you're back!" Zhang Xiangling shouted while sitting on the sofa in her pajamas.

Song Guyan's gaze fell on the other woman.

To say that it is a woman is a bit abrupt. It looks like a thirty-year-old, and the dress is very casual, but the texture is definitely not cheap. If it weren't for the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes revealing her age, she would really not be in the range of middle-aged women.

"Aunt~" Song Guyan said hello.

Zhang Xiangling gestured several times in the back, pointed to the mobile phone on the coffee table, and signaled that he had not had time to send a WeChat message to notify her.

Of course, Song Guyan knows his aunt, and he wants to control a little girl like Zhang Xiangling, which is a matter of being caught.

Shanghai's long-sleeved fraud is not called for nothing.

The term long sleeves, on the one hand, is because she is called Song Long Sleeves, and on the other hand, because she is really good at interpersonal communication. Although the backstage is only the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, the demeanor of the shopping mall is definitely the spokesperson for other bigwigs.

Fraud is a joking name for Song Changshou. Song Changhe himself is very disgusted with all kinds of small actions, but Song Changshou is good at this, so as not to break the law and commit crimes, but the company that supports her husband inevitably needs some means.

"Xiaoyan is back, sit down for a while?" Song Changshou said with a smile.

Zhang Xiangling thought that Song Changshou and Song Guyan had a good relationship, so she entertained her so attentively, but now it seems that the next thing may be a clear gun and a hidden arrow.

Zhang Xiangling has big breasts, but she still has some brains.

Holding Michelle, he made an excuse and quickly slipped into the room.

In the living room, Song Guyan sat on the sofa and watched TV without squinting. Song Chang Sleeve hugged Milan, Milan was super super reluctant, but his small arms couldn't twist his thighs.