The end of the year is approaching, a street is full of colorful lights, and colorful ribbons are decorated in front of each store.

The cold of winter seems to be fading away on this street.

Scholar flower field.

The book kite came down from the second floor,

The flower shop will start a holiday tomorrow, after all, she is reluctant to spend money to go in, so come over today to take a look and explain some things by the way.

The flower shop is also very busy, and during this period of time near the end of the year, it is an old custom, and the red flowers are sold very quickly, and the goods are out of stock several times.

Youyou is introducing to customers.

Wen Ya sorted out the flowers in front of the door and greeted her: "Sister Kite, are you going back?" ”

"Hmm." She handed the key in her hand: "When you come back to open the door in the new year, you know more about the flower shop than I do." ”

In previous years, the flowers had not been closed, but they were all on a normal holiday, and the book kite would cross from one side of the year to the other side of the year by himself.

Wen Ya's eyes bent, and she smiled like an eldest lady from Jiangnan Water Town, clean and smart: "Sister Kite, it's all handed over to me, you can have a good New Year with your boyfriend." ”

"So are you." She meant something: "Mu Shen is good, don't let it go." ”

Wen Ya's little face flushed.

It was dark outside, and the book kite didn't touch the phone in the pocket of her coat, so it should have fallen upstairs, and she went up to get it.

Down the stairs of a family of three, she retreated to the side, the man glanced at the face of the book kite, the woman caught it, and slapped the man on the back: "Look at everything, your eyes are straight." ”

Men like to save face outside: "What are you crazy about!" ”

The two of you are stunned by one sentence and one sentence by one.

Book Kite: "......"

She didn't have the kind heart to persuade her, she smiled at the little boys, and walked past them up the stairs.

The little boy suddenly hid behind the adult, and his little hand tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes: "Mom, Mom, this sister is a murderer." ”

The boy's voice was childish, and his words were like knives.

The book kite froze and slowly turned back.

The people in the flower shop looked at each other.

"Really? Why doesn't it look like the one in the video? ”

"Why not." The woman in the red dress turned on her phone: "Isn't this it!" ”

"She looks very beautiful, but she has such a vicious heart."

"She seems to be the owner of this flower shop, and that's it, I'm embarrassed to open a flower shop!"

The little boy had something in his hand, and he threw it at the book kite: "Bad guy, you're a big bad guy." ”

After throwing it, he began to cry.

The customer introduced by Youyou was holding an unthorned rose in his hand, he had been paying attention to the news recently, and he hated the people in it.

He stood far away, and when the roses were thrown over, the book kite didn't pay attention and couldn't hide.

"Just this character still opens a shop, I don't think your flower is dirty."

The thorns of the rose scratched the forehead and melted into a bloodshot strip.

The book kite froze in place, her footsteps seemed to be nailed, and the most painful wound was torn out, and she felt like the sky had fallen at that moment.

Wen Ya came up: "What are you doing!" Do you know the truth of the matter? ”

In fact, she didn't know, but after getting along for so long, she just knew that the boss who had always been gentle would not be like that.

Customers only believe their own eyes, not other people's words: "The truth!" The truth is what we see! ”

The man who threw the flower hadn't left yet, and followed him to add fuel and vinegar.

"The truth is that you are a murderer."

Shukite pulled Wen Ya aside, she walked up to the man, and the words were powerful: "Whether I am a murderer or not, it is not your turn to judge." ”

Nor was her usual meekness.

The man was not afraid of her eyes at all, and his tone was frivolous: "Yo, this is annoyed and angry." He looked left and right: "Why, do you do it, are you still afraid of what others will say!" ”

She bit her band and tied her hair up, a sneer outlined in her eyebrows.

The man was crazy: "You want to fight with me!" He was disdainful: "It's a pity that I don't hit women." ”

"But I hit men." The broken wind blew in indiscriminately, blowing her remaining hair away, and teasing it at the corners of her eyes, and if you look closely, the gloom in her eyes is more piercing than the tip of a sword: "And it will not be merciful." ”

The book kite took two steps back and stopped in front of the rose, she picked one up and threw it at the man's forehead, and it was so accurate that a drop of blood instantly dripped from his forehead.

Crowd whispering.

The man covered his forehead, angry, and his mouth was cheap: "Don't mess with me, it's not my inevitable principle not to beat women." ”

"That's for the best." She pulled the edge of her sleeve up a little: "Others in the province say I bullied you." ”

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her leg and pulled her hand on his collar, and with a hard strain on her leg, the man fell to the ground.

The book kite didn't give him a chance to relax, and smashed two punches on his head in a row, she controlled the strength, and the attack was neither heavy nor light.

The man couldn't hold it anymore, and after less than a minute, he fainted.

The book kite stood up.

The crowd retreated and dispersed, fearful and intimidating,...... But no one dared to talk about it anymore.

She asked Wen Ya to call the police, and then said to the crowd, the tone of advice, the words of warning: "If you kill someone, you kill someone, if you don't kill you, you don't kill, I don't recognize it as my business, you are not qualified to point fingers." ”

Onlookers always think they know best, but in fact they are the most blind and ignorant.

The crowd was silent.

The police came quickly, and there were ambulances.

All the police officers in this area were covered by Mu Shen.

The book kite went upstairs to get his mobile phone, and sent another message to hand in the phone.

Mu Shen sighed, very helpless, he walked over and handcuffed her: "Yun Mo will come here in a while, remember to say good things for me." ”

tortured her, Yun Mo must be anxious with him.

After so many years as a police officer, I don't know how many people I have tortured, and for the first time, I tortured people with fear.

"Oh no, I might not be able to protect myself."

The handcuffs were a little icy, touching the skin, cold and biting, she shrank twice, pursed her lips and looked away.

She saw that all the people watching the excitement were staring at her, and there was no pity or sympathy in their eyes, but a face that the wicked finally deserved.

The book kite retracted her gaze, her eyebrows were lowered, and the darkness in her eyes was broken, and she said, "Mr. Policeman, let's go." ”

"Hmm."

"Mu Shen."

Behind her, Wen Ya suddenly screamed.

Mu Shen turned his head, and an endless smile flashed in his eyes: "What's wrong?" ”

Although she was a friend, Wen Ya looked at him and talked to him, she still blushed, and she walked in a little: "The boss is a good person, he did it first." ”

She just believed it.

Mu Shen took a step back, bent down slightly, and a soft voice sounded next to her temples: "Don't worry, she'll be fine." ”

Yun Mo's dog that protects his wife won't let her have anything to do.

Hearing this, Wen Ya smiled and her face turned red.

Mu Shen led the book kite out, and was suddenly stopped at the door.

The man's clothes were wrinkled, his breathing was very short, his whole face was terrified, and his habitually clean hair was messy, and he was in a mess on his eyebrow bone.