Chapter Eighty-Eight: Visitation

In the detention center, Yuhan sat on a chair, sipped good tea, and quietly waited for someone to come over.

"Miss Shangguan, don't worry, people will be there soon." Director Wang had a beer belly and a flattering face.

Originally, she planned to come over to visit in the morning, but she didn't expect to sleep too late last night, and when she woke up, it was eleven o'clock, so she could only come over in the afternoon.

There are many ways to see Xiao Cry, and the lawyer can let her see it, but she still chooses the most troublesome way, because rights can give people infinite convenience.

She found the man.

She knew that as long as that person made a phone call, the director of the S City Public Security Bureau would definitely give this face.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet this man, Director Wang, who wanted to arrest her at the airport.

Is it really a narrow road?

Obviously, Director Wang also recognized her, she already had a beer belly and oily face, but at the moment, beads of sweat were oozing from her forehead, trying to please her.

Where did he think that this woman actually had a relationship with that person, this, he couldn't complain about him at the beginning, on one side was Mr. Mo, and on the other side was her, unless he, the director, didn't want to do it, he would offend Mr. Mo.

In a sense, he is an official, and Mo is always a businessman, but everyone knows that the economic base determines the superstructure.

What's more, Mo is not an ordinary businessman.

"Is it hot or not, do you want to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner again?"

Yuhan's slender fingers slid across the rim of the cup, slender and graceful, and the hand of the Buddha was born to play the piano and paint, and the ten fingers did not touch the spring water.

The long eyelashes moved slightly, a pair of longing eyes swept around, and the corners of his lips hooked a hint of a ridiculous smile: "I'm afraid it's the king's game, it's not that the weather is hot, but the heart is hot, and the heart is calm and naturally cool." ”

Director Wang stiffened, naturally heard what she said, and hurriedly laughed: "Miss Shangguan is right, her heart is calm and naturally cold." ”

Yuhan stroked the curly hair in front of his forehead, and his slender fingers moved slightly, wrapping the curly hair around his fingertips, flicking it slightly, and placing it behind his ears, lazy and casual.

Leaning back in the boss's chair and tilting your head, you can see the flowers outside the window.

Whether it is the decoration layout in the house or the flowers outside the window, there is no feeling of the public security bureau.

It is like an elegant teahouse, sipping a pot of tea and enjoying a view.

Yuhan's heart moved, and he took out his mobile phone and played a piano song, which added a touch of fun to the beautiful scenery and music.

"Here we are."

Yuhan turned his gaze back, just in time for the big eyes of Xiao Crying.

To her surprise, Xiao Cry not only did not cry, but also did not have a trace of excitement.

Yuhan frowned, such a little cry made people very uncomfortable, as if she was not a living person, but a doll.

"Wang Ju, please go out with the staff for a while." Yuhan's fingers on the table tapped the table rhythmically, looking at Wang Ju paradoxically.

"Good, good, good."

After closing the door, Yuhan slowly stood up, looking up and down and crying.

It seems that someone has already taken care of it, at least Xiao Cry is still quite taken care of here.

Except for the cold look, there is no difference, except that some baby fat double chins are gone.

This can also be explained, whether it is do-it-yourself or framed, Xiao Cry has been in prison for so long.

"Where were you on the night of the accident?"

Xiao Crying looked cold, as if Yuhan was a ball of air, she chose to ignore it, and looked like she didn't eat oil and salt.

Yuhan's face became darker and darker, and his voice carried some irrepressible anger: "I hate when others show me a face." ”

It's good to have rights, she just moved her mouth, and Director Wang immediately understood, and let people say everything again, no matter how big or small.

Since she is already planning to intervene, she must find out who wants to harm her.

But this doesn't mean that she will tolerate other people's cold faces, she is Shangguan Yuhan, and she is not a cheap species.

Yuhan smiled coldly, raised her chin with her bare hands, met her crying eyes, and said leisurely: "Your grandfather is looking for me." ”

Xiao Cry raised his head passively, his eyes rolled stiffly twice, and only then did his eyes look at Yuhan with a figure, stiff and indifferent: "So what?" ”

"So you don't want to go out, you just want to stay here?"

Yuhan shook off her crying chin suddenly, and suddenly didn't want to see her expression, so she wanted to beat her up and wake her up.

Yuhan didn't admit that she was jealous, jealous that Xiao Cry had a grandfather who could work hard for her.

No matter what grievances they had, at least there were still people who were thinking about it, and at least one grandfather was running around for her.

Four years ago, she killed someone, but she was forced to flee because she knew that no one would help her with the lawsuit, and no one would feel sorry for her.

Her good mother will only fight for her so-called love, wishing that she would die early, how can she have time to feel sorry for her.

Yuhan closed his eyes, and his clenched fists showed forbearance at the moment.

When he opened it again, Yuhan's black pupils glowed with a cold light, with an irresistible coldness.

Xiao Cry couldn't help but glance at Yuhan, only to feel a trace of something strange slipping by, and his eyes involuntarily looked at himself in Yuhan's pupils.

A thin little face, there is no baby fat, she is easy to gain weight, but after staying here for so long, she has lost weight.

She could clearly see herself through Yuhan's eyes, herself in her pupils.

It looks like a reflection, but it is different from himself, and Xiao Cry's face is instantly blue.

The "self" in Yuhan's eyes is actually laughing, weird and infiltrating, with a kind of charm of ingesting the soul, seductive and dangerous.

She wanted to struggle, but she couldn't, it seemed that there was a huge net holding her, she wanted to turn her head, she even wanted to pull her legs and run, she didn't want to look at that "herself" anymore.

But she couldn't, it seemed that her head, her body was no longer at her disposal.

"Let's sit down in a chair."

Yuhan's cold voice came into her ears, concentrating all her senses, from her eyes to her ears, as if the voice was the angel who saved her.

She walked alone in the endless desert, and only this voice was the only guide to guide her, the sustenance of her soul.

Xiao Cry nodded, obedient and well-behaved.

"Little cry, are you a nurse from Tianli Hospital?"

Little Cry nodded.

"Were you in the hospital on the night of the incident?"

Little Cry nodded again.

"Did you see anyone else at the time?"

Xiao Cry was silent for a moment, and nodded his head heavily.

"Is that a man?"

This time, Xiao Cry was silent for a long time, shook his head a little dazedly, and nodded again, as if he didn't know whether it was a man or a woman.

"That night, you saw something horrible about?"

Xiao Cry's sluggish face distorted for a moment, flashing a frightened look, and his arms stretched forward violently, constantly tossing, like a drowning person, struggling.