The capital, the economic and political center of China, is home to at least 30 million people, and the bustling metropolis is lined with high-rise buildings, as if announcing the prosperity of the metropolis.

Dongcheng District, in an antique ancient house, a stunning woman in her twenties looked blankly at the rockery in the yard, she sat on the stone bench, I don't know what she was thinking, there was a faint sadness lingering on her beautiful face, she seemed to have a story.

The stunning woman was wearing a decent goose yellow dress, as if a fairy had descended to earth, with crystal sandals on her feet, and on her jade feet like white porcelain, she could vaguely see the delicate veins under the skin.

Her eyes were hollow, if she wasn't still breathing, people who saw her would definitely think that she was a dead person, she sat here all day, sometimes reading a book, sometimes thinking, or in a daze.

"Xue Xue, didn't you read a book today?" Suddenly, a plump woman walked into the courtyard from outside, and when she saw Jiang Xue sitting on the stone bench in a daze, her heart was faintly painful, and she forcibly squeezed out a smile on her face, and walked in front of Jiang Xue Xue and asked in a whisper.

The stunning woman in the courtyard is Jiang Yuxue, who has committed suicide several times, and the plump woman who walked into the yard is Jiang Yuxue's best friend Zhou Qingqing.

Jiang Yuxue didn't seem to hear Zhou Qingqing's words, her eyes looked ahead emptyly, and she was still in a daze there, Zhou Qingqing sighed in her heart when she saw this.

Since the last incident, Jiang Yuxue has become withdrawn, and she doesn't want to say a word to anyone, to be precise, as if she has become a walking corpse, Zhou Qingqing, as a best friend, hates Long Yi and hates it so much.

She couldn't wait to arrest Long Yi and shoot him immediately, but he also knew that the negotiation between the old man of the Long family and the Jiang family was suppressed, even if she was a policeman, she couldn't control this matter.

"Xue Xue, there is news from Long Yi's side, Zhang Yuanyuan called me just now and said that she went to the Dragon Bone Mountain near the capital and saw him in the Dragon Bone Mountain. Zhou Qingqing bit her lip lightly, considered her words, and said slowly: "Xue Xue, don't worry." He has been kicked out of the house by the Long family, even if I can't arrest him now, I will help you teach him a lesson, as long as he lives in Kyoto, I will not let him have a good life. ”

As the deputy director of the Kyoto Public Security Bureau, she does have this energy.

Zhou Qingqing is 26 years old today, and she has achieved the position of deputy director of the Kyoto City Public Security Bureau at a young age, it can be said that she has a promising future, and she is also beautiful, and the people who chase her can form a strengthening group, even if she has a hot temper, there are many people who love her, she and Jiang Yuxue, and Long Yuexin are known as the three beauties of the capital.

As soon as the name Long Yi was spoken, Jiang Yuxue's eyes finally fluctuated, her beautiful eyes were full of monstrous hatred, she hated Long Yi, this waste man she hated to the extreme, ruined her life, that night...... She still remembers very well that it was this man who destroyed her.

Her petite white hands were clenched hard, because of excessive force, her fingers were pinched a little white, and her face was pale and ugly.

"Bah-"

Soybean tears fell from her pink face and dripped on the gauze wrapped around Jiang Yuxue's wrists, this is the wound she committed suicide by cutting her wrists, and has not yet healed, she cried and cried, after a long time, with monstrous hatred, "Long Yi, I hate you!"

Zhou Qingqing, who was on the side, saw such a scene, and her heart ached, and she wanted to open her mouth to comfort, but she didn't know what to say.

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It took Ryuichi three hours to finally come out of the Dragon Bone Mountain, and when he arrived at the country road, it was still at least dozens of kilometers away from the city of Kyoto, and even if he reached the early stage of Dragon Qi, it was impossible for him to walk back on his feet.

He was eager to go back and take revenge on Long Hong.

On a country road like this, there is a bus to and from the city, and Long Yi touched his pocket, and some loose change, waited at the roadside station for half an hour, and finally got on the bus to the city.

It's already afternoon, the car is a little stuffy, and there aren't many people, Long Yi's next seat is a very cute girl, with a headset with rabbit ears on her head, as if she is listening to music, but when Long Yi sat next to her, her brows were obviously wrinkled.

Although Ryuichi took a bath in the Dragon Bone Mountain, his body was still tattered, and he looked like a clean beggar, which was a very appropriate analogy.

However, Long Yi didn't care about this.

Now he is a man with a keel, and he may have been a little embarrassed by such a look before, but now he is not the slightest uncomfortable.

There was still some time for the bus to drive to the city, Long Yi simply closed his eyes and took a nap, and he didn't know how long it took, he faintly heard some movements.

"Beauty, how much money can you have a month as this broken conductor, and it is only a few thousand yuan in the sky, do you say that this is good, I will give you 30,000 yuan if you do this, will you accompany me tonight?"

As soon as Long opened his eyes, he saw a middle-aged man, sitting next to the bus conductor, staring at the beautiful conductor with an obscene expression, as if he was going to swallow the beautiful conductor alive.

The middle-aged man is in a suit and leather shoes, but the big thick gold chain around his neck is extremely eye-catching, and he knows at a glance that he is not a character to be messed with.

The beautiful conductor Qu Linglong has only been working for three days, but she didn't expect to encounter such a thing, her willow eyebrows were wrinkled, and her face was ugly.

"Sir, please respect yourself, or I'll call the police. Qu Linglong wanted to push the middle-aged man away, but the middle-aged man just didn't go away and sat next to her.

At this time, many people on the bus noticed the movement here, and they all looked at this side one after another, but no one spoke, just watched quietly.

Suits and leather shoes, big gold chains, and brand-name watches are obviously not something that ordinary people like them can afford to mess with, and the people in the car are very conscious, and they don't even have anyone to speak.

"What's the matter, what's wrong with less money?" The middle-aged man's eyebrows raised, and he didn't hurry to take out a dozen of money from his purse, and said coldly: "This is 50,000, your salary for a year is so much, accompany me tonight, this money is yours, I tell you what virtues you conductors have, I know very well, you are not the first I played, nor the last, you know why I took this broken bus, in order to play with you beautiful conductors, you nodded, all this money belongs to you." ”

Maybe it's because of the city's appearance, buses like this, or bus conductors, are all beauties, and they are also cheap scumbags.