Chapter 1: The imposing little auxiliary police

Z New District, which is a well-known chaotic area in the country, has a huge disparity between the rich and the poor, and the management is chaotic, especially the rich street in the new district, which is simply a mixture of fish and dragons, and a family of police and bandits.

Today is Fang Xiaoye's first day of work, and the upper body of an auxiliary police uniform is majestic and heroic. She drove her motorcycle all the way through the city, so unexpected.

"Third uncle, is business good? Don't worry, I'll cover you in the future. ”

"Po Li, I'm an auxiliary policeman... That's a must, whoever bullies you in the future will report my name."

Passing by the small supermarket, the proprietress was watching the news, and a few official words drifted into Fang Xiaoye's ears.

"President Huo specifically proposed at the inaugural meeting that he should focus on the new political area and vowed to build the new area into a world-class economic and commercial center, and he will visit the new area in the near future..."

What the? Repair? What kidding, I'm only on my first day on the job.

Fang Xiaoye is a black household living here, if it is rectified, her hard-won auxiliary police job will definitely not be her turn.

But she didn't take it to heart, she has been talking about rectification since she was sensible, and now her sons are running all over the ground, and she hasn't done anything.

And in the new district, there are thousands of people like her who do not have a hukou, countless. The words of the new president, that is, the three fires of the new official taking office, scare and scare people, she just listened to it.

In the back alley of No. 138 Fugui Street, a slender and narrow road, there are many cars parked densely, and even the road outside has suffered.

Late at night, Fang Xiaoye passed by here, twisted the accelerator twice, and swaggered to start patrolling. This place is the hardest hit area of illegal parking, and if you turn around this point, you can always copy a lot of tickets.

No. 138 Fugui Street is a notoriously fragrant place, and men flock to this place.

There was a whole row of cars parked next to the road, occupying the motorway, making the already not wide road more and more crowded.

Fang Xiaoye got off the motorcycle, held a notebook in his hand, held the cap of the pen in his mouth, and neatly copied the license plate of the illegal vehicle, wrote one, and pasted one, which can not only practice calligraphy, but also improve the level of shooting, killing multiple birds with one stone.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the quiet alleyway, and she looked up to see a lemon-yellow Bentley vibrating slightly.

Among the black and gray vehicles, the lemon yellow is particularly eye-catching, even under the street lights.

Damn, the car is shaking! Fang Xiaoye reacted immediately.

Through the windshield, the hot men and women inside are staging a restrictive scene.

Fang Xiaoye had no intention of appreciating it, and in line with the belief of impartial law enforcement, he wrote down the ticket, and then pasted it on the windshield without hesitation, and kindly knocked on the car window, reminding: "Beauty, there is a high-definition probe in front of you, which can see the mole on your chest." ”

After finishing speaking, the window of the back seat fell halfway, and a middle-aged man with a red nose poked his head out and scolded, "Get out of your dead friend..." The police word "Get out of your dead friend..."

His expression suddenly changed from anger to sluggishness, and then he pulled the corners of his mouth, and the old face twitched blankly.

Fang Xiaoye was also taken aback, although this man had only met him once before, she was impressed.

At this moment, she just wants to kneel and kowtow three times to the sky, and thank God for letting her find out that he was shaking with someone else before marrying him.

Looking at Fang Xiaoye's departing back, the man exhaled ashamedly, "Xiao Yezi, Xiao Yezi, do you listen to my explanation..."

Listen to your sister!

The next day, Fang Xiaoye finished the night shift and did not go home, but went directly to the matchmaker Aunt Jing's roast duck shop.

After some negotiations, Aunt Jing was annoyed, "Don't you know what to do, if you miss this village, there won't be that store, I took so much effort to help you find a marriage, don't mess with it." ”

Fang Xiaoye was not to be outdone, and said: "He is still going out to prostitute when he is forty, just prostitute, he is still reluctant to open a house, he is old, ugly and stingy, so I won't agree." ”

Who knows, Aunt Jing said: "What's this, he doesn't dislike you for having an oil bottle, what do you care about this trivial matter, the old king drives a Bentley, if it weren't for the fact that you are young and beautiful, he would not be willing to marry you." ”

"It's just right if you're not happy, anyway, I don't agree, you can return it to me."

"I can warn you Fang Xiaoye, offending Lao Wang doesn't have a good fruit to eat."

"The old lady is not afraid, just let the horse come."

"You... don't look for me in the future."

"I'll find your sister later!"

The two scolded when they didn't agree, they were both impatient and impatient, Aunt Jing scolded Fang Xiaoye for being picky and troublesome, and Fang Xiaoye scolded Aunt Jing for introducing unreliable people to her.

At this time, an ordinary black car was passing by, and the man turned his head to look at it, his face was displeased, this street was really chaotic.

"Your Excellency, there is a lot of confusion ahead, do you want to take a detour?" Jian Feng, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was highly vigilant and asked worriedly.

"Not necessarily."

The man's eyes were like a reckoning, passing through the layers of crowds, and his eyes fell on the delicate little face with flying eyebrows, and suddenly, his extremely good-looking face became distorted, "Stop!" ”

It's her, Huo Jue can conclude that the woman who quarreled with others in front of her was the woman who spent the night with him in the hotel suite more than three years ago.

He had been looking for her for more than three years, three years, nine months and ten days to be exact.

"Jian Feng, check the details of this woman, the eighteenth generation of ancestors, you have to check."

Looking at the gloomy face of His Excellency the President, Jian Feng probably guessed something, and did not dare to slack off, "Yes." ”

Fang Xiaoye went home angrily, scolding as he walked, "My Xiaoye, I am also a flower on Fugui Street, I am only 22 years old, his old king is 40 years old, and he is so lustful, even if all the men in the world die, I will not marry him!" ”

Before entering the house, she was still scolding and scolding Lao Wang and Aunt Jing, as soon as she entered the house, she saw the clever little head, she instantly changed her face, "My good son, come and ask my mother to hug me." ”

Xiao Shi, who had just turned three years old, immediately rushed over when he saw his mother, and sang a song in his mouth: "I drip good mother, I came home from work, how hard it was to work all day..."

Hey, Fang Xiaoye's careful liver, all of a sudden there is no gas.

Her son is her whole world, and in order to register her son, she had no choice but to find a man to marry.

She herself is a black household, she has no hukou, she can't go to school, she can't go to work outside, she can't enjoy any social benefits, not to mention, she has to be called by people from the Family Planning Bureau at any time to collect debts.

She herself is the best example of this, and she doesn't want her son to follow his own path.

Fang Lan came out of the kitchen, the phone in her hand had just hung up, and she complained: "Messed up the marriage again?" ”

"Mom, don't listen to Aunt Jing, she won't be at ease, so she will introduce me to some unreliable people."