When Song Qingyu received a call from the police station, she thought that there was something wrong with her ears.

She confirmed it several times before she dared to confirm that Fu Wenzhou was really arrested.

Song saw that her face was wrong, and she couldn't help asking, "Miss, what's wrong?" ”

Song Qingyu squeezed out a few words from between her teeth: "Uncle Chang, drive to the police station." ”

Song Chang was taken aback: "What happened?" ”

Song Qingyu frowned and said, "Fu Wenzhou sent Song Yuan and Song Wei to the hospital in public. ”

Song Chang: "......", this little Fu is really out of the ordinary.

The car drove to the police station at a constant speed, and there was a light snow outside, Song Chang got out of the car first to hold an umbrella, Song Qingyu was wrapped in a fluffy shawl, and her slender figure was hidden under the umbrella, and every movement was full of style.

When she entered, Fu Wenzhou sat on the bench and bent his fingers to light a cigarette, his eyes narrowed habitually, and the faint blue flame of the lighter jumped on his silver-white handcuffs for a moment, and when the fire was extinguished, he took the cigarette from his lips carelessly.

The director on the side was sweating, Chairman Song on one side, and Mr. Fu on the other, and he couldn't afford to offend either of them.

Yu Guang saw the shadow at the door, his eyes lit up, and he greeted him as if he had seen a savior: "Miss Song, you are here." ”

With a sound of Miss Song, the startled Fu Wenzhou reflexively extinguished the cigarette, and his idle and lazy appearance disappeared completely, with a rare panic in his eyes, like a big dog who did something wrong and was afraid of being annoyed by his master.

"Grapefruit ......," Fu Wenzhou called her.

Song Qingyu glanced at him, and he was immediately silenced.

The police chief looked back and forth between them.

This little Mr. Fu was still an uncle at the police station just now, how did he see this, it was like a different person?

There are still people in this world who Xiao Fu is always afraid of, what a hell!

The police chief was terrified in his heart, but his face was not revealing anything, and he was just about to speak, when he saw the shadow passing by, and walked straight to the man behind him.

Song Qingyu lowered her eyes and looked at Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple rolled and explained: "I didn't cause trouble, it was all Song Yuan's own fault." ”

He was a little annoyed, he didn't know why someone from the police station called Song Qingyu, he could solve this matter by himself, and he didn't plan to tell her at all.

Afraid that she would be angry, he added another sentence: "If you fight, you will fight, it's not a big deal, it's a big deal that Lao Tzu asked him to call back." ”

Song Qingyu saw the silver-white handcuffs on his wrist and twisted his eyebrows: "Hand." ”

Fu Wenzhou obediently spread out his hands.

Song Qingyu's white fingers checked back and forth between his palms.

She didn't speak, Fu Wenzhou didn't know the bottom of her heart, and said tentatively: "Aren't you happy?" ”

Song Qingyu ignored him, looked at his wrist carefully, and was slightly relieved to see that there were no traces of strangulation.

Fu Wenzhou sat like pins and needles.

He glanced at the police chief standing aside, and his tone was gloomy: "Who told you to call her!" ”

The director suddenly sweated on his forehead, and hurriedly said: "The only contact person in your mobile phone is Miss Song, and we don't want to let you call others......

At the end of the conversation, his voice became quieter and quieter, and he didn't dare to refute.

Song Qingyu raised her eyes lightly: "You beat someone, are you still reasonable?" ”

Fu Wenzhou: "......"

He retracted his arrogance, and turned into an aggrieved large dog grabbing the corner of his master's clothes, his eyes wet: "Yuzu, don't be angry with me......"

Song Qingyu asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

Fu Wenzhou snorted: "It doesn't hurt, I smashed it with a hammer, I didn't do it myself." ”

Song Qingyu gasped when she heard the word hammer, before she came, she only knew that Fu Wenzhou had broken Song Yuan's two arms, but she didn't expect it to be beaten with a hammer.

Hammer...... It's really something that this mad dog can do.

Song Qingyu pressed the corners of her mouth, thinking that Song Yuan was beaten, she felt inexplicably happy.

She reached out and touched Fu Wenzhou's cheek, "There is no next time." ”

It didn't matter if he beat Song Yuan, Song Qingyu was worried that Fu Wenzhou would hurt him.

Fu Wenzhou hooked his lips and smiled: "Okay." ”

The police chief looked at them and a strange feeling jumped up.

Why is it so similar to the Tibetan mastiff in his wife's training family?

Song Qingyu turned her head to look at the police chief, and bowed slightly, "I'm sorry for your trouble." ”

"Where is Miss Song, it's just that Mr. Fu ...... him" The police chief said quite embarrassedly: "It's your father who beats you, if Song Dong doesn't reconcile, it's not easy for us to be caught in the middle." ”

Song Qingyu said: "I am his daughter, I just need to sign the reconciliation document." ”

"This ......" The police chief looked very embarrassed: "In case Mr. Song says something later, we won't be able to explain it." ”

Fu Wenzhou snorted coldly, lazy and uninhibited: "Wang Jun, you are quite capable now." ”

The police chief didn't dare to be angry when he was called by his name, he was the boss in this bureau, and in the capital, the Fu family moved their fingers to turn their small police station upside down.

But the Song family is not easy to mess with, this master smashed Song Dong's arms, if those two arms are scrapped, they will deliberately hurt people, and the Song family will really go to jail if they are investigated.

Song Qingyu's throat was itchy, and she covered her lips and coughed a few times, "Song Dong has me over there, you don't have to worry." ”

Wang Jun was waiting for her words, Fu Wenzhou's hot potato who loves to go, his small temple can't afford this big Buddha.

"Cheng, you go and sign it, and we will release people immediately."

Song Qingyu responded, "Okay." ”

As soon as he left the police station, Fu Wenzhou stuck up, "Yuyu, I want to take care of you." ”

"How to take care of it." Song Qingyu asked casually.

The two walked one after the other, very close to each other.

Fu Wenzhou swallowed in his throat, "Move to your house." ”

Song Qingyu froze and looked back at him, "Don't you live opposite my house?" ”

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were very dark: "It's different." ”

Song Qingyu looked at him twice and took another step.

I didn't say yes, I didn't say no.

But in Fu Wenzhou's eyes, if he didn't refuse, he agreed, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of pleasure.

"I'm going to the hospital, you can go back by yourself." Song Qingyu said.

The corners of Fu Wenzhou's lips curled, and he frowned: "What are you doing in the hospital?" Visiting Song Yuan? Don't go! ”

He had just finished beating someone, and Song Qingyu went at this time, and it was hard to guarantee that Song Yuan would not do anything to her.

Song Qingyu said: "I have to tell him about the reconciliation letter, and I have something to do with Song Wei." ”

Fu Wenzhou's face was gloomy, "No, Xu, go." ”

I didn't look at him once, and I came back with an injury on my arm, how dare he let her go to see Song Yuan again.

Song Qingyu ignored him, turned around and got into the car: "Uncle Chang, drive." ”

As soon as Song Chang's car started, there were people squeezed in the car.

He was surprised: "Mr. Fu? ”

Fu Wenzhou said with a dark face: "Drive." ”

Song Chang looked at Song Qingyu through the rearview mirror, and the latter sighed lightly and said, "Let's go." ”

Song Chang stepped on the accelerator at this time.