Being His Little Fox

Tang Si looked at Liu Qiang sideways, she was still the same posture just now.

Frowning: "What happened to her?"

The latter said: "She... is pregnant."

Tang Si frowned, pregnant?

Liu Qiang’s situation is that if he has no boyfriend or husband, he is pregnant, who owns this child?

Liu Qiang was breathing fast, her whole body trembled violently, and she couldn't speak.

Tang Si glanced at her and pursed his lips: "Take people back first."

...

I wanted to find the woman who had just been kidnapped, but found that she had already disappeared from the crowd.

When Tang Si turned into the car.

The people who had been far away suddenly came up to take pictures of him.

Tang Si frowned more tightly, because those eyes didn't seem to praise him for dealing with something, it was more like pointing.

"Team Tang?" When the police saw him stop at the door of the car and kept looking at the people behind, they called him, "Any questions?"

Tang Si shook his head and stepped into the car: "Let's go."

...

Song Yi, coming out of the prison is not in a good mood.

However, after thinking about it, someone will solve these broken things after all, and Gu Nanjiu is still in prison.

She drove home to see Song Nuan's situation.

I just got in the car and fastened my seat belt.

"Ring jing jing ——" The mobile phone ringing suddenly exploded in the carriage.

Song Yi, who was thinking, was taken aback by the ringtone of the phone.

The hand holding the seat belt trembled, and he looked at the caller ID—Fu Jingsheng.

Song Yi was in a bad mood, and picked up: "Is there something? Nothing important is hanging up."

She leaned back in the chair and rubbed her temples, she was so tired...

Over there, Fu Jing said in full bloom: "Sister Yi, something has happened."

The tone is dignified, without joking.

Song Yi's heart squatted, and instantly sat up straight, thinking that Song Nuan had something wrong at home.

The original cold and tired tone became straightened: "What happened to Song Nuan?"

Fu Jingsheng: "It's not Song Nuan, it's Brother Si, please check Weibo!"

Song Yi took a breath, and instantly felt that the blood on his body was solidified.

She hung up the phone with trembling hands.

Tang Si's accident was still on Weibo. The only thing she could think of in her mind was her death...

Song Yi's eyes were a little red, his upper teeth gritted his lower teeth, and his body was tight, and he clicked on Weibo.

The hottest topic on Weibo was presented before her eyes.

#此的人， how can become a police#

Song Yi clicked in, there was a video inside.

In the video, a little boy is dirty and old, with blood on his hands.

Kneeling before him was a little girl.

The little girl was also messy and messed up, tearfully kneeling at the boy's feet: "Please, please let me go, please..."

The boy's eyes were indifferent, and he raised his foot and kicked at the girl.

Cold and merciless, the little girl was kicked far.

The girl turned over and got up, kneeling and kowtow, begging for mercy.

The boy looked at the little girl in this way, and suddenly a bloodthirsty sneer was pulled from the corner of his lips.

The girl bent over and pulled up on the ground, kicked downstairs.

And here is the eighth floor.

"Ah!" The girl screamed in the video.

After the scream, everything was silent, and the dim picture in the video went dark.

——"Oh my god, how did this kind of people with criminal records get into this industry? Still serving the people? Don't be kidding, okay? The tax is to raise this kind of people?

——"Removed! Must be removed! Not everything can be changed and re-behaved.

——"It's disgusting. The murderer came to protect us? How could he continue to live with such a thick skin?

——"Why does this animal still live in this world, why not die?"

——"You made a mistake upstairs. This kind of beast should have died a few years ago. It can't grow so big."

"..."

There were waves of vicious comments like this.

Song Yi's breath was condensed, coldness gathered from the soles of his feet, his eyes fixed on the darkening screen, the boy...very familiar, very familiar...

I don't know how long it has passed, Song Yi's whole body is stiff and cold.

After recovering, continue to scroll down, there is a video——

The man in the center can be seen at a glance, he is the most eye-catching among the crowd.

This is today, he is dealing with Liu Qiang.

——"I just watched this person's way of doing things. Are they so indifferent to the victims?"

——"Seeing this video, I want to say that this is a real **** beast, and other children are like that, and his mother begged him that way. He still has a cold face?"

——"This kind of person is really inhuman. Will you kill him in front of me every minute?"

——"Such a person is simply a pest. Can I trouble you to execute it earlier?"

——"I was really disgusted by this wave of operations. People are so helpless. He actually had a cold face and looked on coldly. It's really good. Anyway, he doesn't miss these two lives. I don't know secretly How many maddening things have been done."

——"The **** is empty, the devil is in the world, and the **** devil is supported by the masses. [Smile]"

...

The video on the Internet was like a shocking bomb, and it blew up on the Internet.

"Huh, huh—" Song Yi breathed heavily.

Her whole body seemed to be drenched with ice water, and the hand holding the phone kept shaking. She looked at the vicious words over and over again, all turned into poisonous sharps, poking her limbs and limbs.

"Nonsense..."

"It's all a bunch of maniacs!"

She didn't control it for a moment, and roared with red eyes.

About a minute later, she woke up suddenly and picked up the phone...

She will not let those cyber killers hurt him.

...

At this time, amidst the overwhelming verbal abuse, an eye-catching Weibo was topped in hot searches.

#夜色娱乐CEO发声#

Weibo content is like this.

Song Yi V: There is a ruler in speaking, more than doing things, not knowing people, not judging people.

——"Ouch, where does this green tea come from?"

——"What you said, as if you know him better?"

——"This woman upstairs has participated in variety shows, and the policeman is her instructor."

——"Oh~ I understand, understand, it's all dirty together, no wonder."

——"Mr Song is here? Sitting in this position at a young age, is it comfortable to walk through the back door?"

——"I **** smiled and lit the row of voice-activated lights downstairs, Mr. Song, can you get out of bed, can you walk normally?"

Song Yi looked at these comments coldly, and picked the last reply: "Wrong, you were the one who cried brightly."

...

Song Yi's car drove away from the prison door like an arrow and merged into the traffic.

She understood what Gu Nanjiu said just now.

Song Yi dialed Zhou Liang's phone, over and over again, unable to connect——

She bit her lip, completely forgetting that she and Tang Si were still in the cold war, and the car turned and headed towards the criminal investigation detachment.

While driving, contact the company's public relations and ask them to clean things up online.

...

The car finally stopped steadily at the door of the Criminal Investigation Detachment——

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