Chapter 411: Can't Catch Him

The lights in the hall of the Public Security Bureau were cold and white, the young man was as long as jade, his temperament was clear, and his two slightly clenched fists stopped in mid-air, waiting for the police to handcuff him.

When the cold shackles fell on the young man's wrist, Nanyi ran over and stopped in front of the young man, crying hoarsely: "No, you can't arrest him, Ning Zhixu didn't do anything wrong." He didn't...."

There weren't many people in the hall, but when I heard the voice, some people gathered here.

Nan Yaoye, who was always standing by the wall, couldn't bear it, and walked over to control Nanyi's excited emotions: "Nanyi, go with Dad." ”

Nanyi refused, crying and struggling to break away from everyone.

Standing in front of the young man, he just repeated the same words: "You can't catch him." ”

The person who was protected by the little girl behind him had slightly drooping eyelids, and his thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, covering the complex emotions surging under his eyes.

He spoke, and the young man's voice, which had been clear and clean in the past, was hoarse and almost indistinct at the moment: "Nanyi...."

Ning Zhixu only called her name.

Only her name can be called.

The choked throat could no longer spit out half a word.

The little girl was crying, her back was trembling, her thin and slender shoulders bowed to the inside of her body, she fell silent, biting her lip stubbornly, still stubbornly refusing to let out a cry.

She turned slowly, her red, swollen and tearful eyes met the young man's bloodshot eyes.

The voices were all staccato and "Ning Zhixu, you... Let me go again... Isn't that right...."

She started her brother and entered the public security bureau, and the young man said to her: Xu Ye can cover it, you go back first.

Mu Huai'an said in public that he was in prison, mentioned his mother, and the teenager said to her: Be good, go home.

When she returned to the city, she said goodbye without saying goodbye, and the young man said to her: Forget it, Nanyi.

Every time, every time, every time.

Ning Zhixu encountered things that were pushing her out.

Obviously, he is also a teenager, but he has to stubbornly carry everything.

This time, it's still like this.

After he said goodbye to her, he told her a lot of words, and asked her to go again....

Nanyi didn't cry, he held a string, keeping his last sanity so that he wouldn't worry about it. But the little girl's tears couldn't be stopped, and the drops fell in strings.

Ning Zhixu's heart was clenched, stifling his breathing and heartbeat.

Between the two silent stares, the door of the hall of the Public Security Bureau was pushed open from the outside, and a man and a woman came in a hurry.

It's Ning Wentao and Wen Lan.

Some people's attention shifts to them.

The man was neatly dressed in a dark gray suit, and the woman was also in a black and white professional suit, and the two seemed to have just gotten off the meeting, and they came in the dust, and their hair was a little messy after being carefully groomed.

Ning Wentao noticed the young man's blood-stained shirt and the police officers waiting to handcuff him next to him, and his mood suddenly felt like falling into an ice cellar.

walked over and pushed away the little girl in front of him, raised his hand and slapped him hard.

A crisp slap sounded, and the otherwise quiet atmosphere fell into a deathly silence.

Ning Wentao used full strength.

He had never beaten Ning Zhixu.

This is the first time.

The man's palms trembled, looking at his son, who had given high hopes, with a face full of despair: "Son, look at the good things you have done, do you have to destroy your future?" Why the hell do I have a son like you? ”

The young man's face turned to one side, and blood immediately oozed from the corners of his lips.

He didn't move, he didn't hide, and he didn't respond half a word.

The little girl who was pushed aside stood firm and saw this scene, and when she heard Ning Zhixu's father's words, the last string in her mind collapsed.