Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Just call and ask her out. What do I need?"

Yuan Li smiled over there, "Ms. Xun, don't you know how nervous Master Tang Men is about your sister. How many bodyguards are you standing at the door of your house now, and how many security guards are added today in the community, you are totally not You know. "

"Did those ..."

"Those are sent by Tang Yan to protect his baby girlfriend. In this case, do you say I can see Miss Yun?"

"So, how do you want me to help?"

Yuan Li said the method over there, and the slang didn't say any help, and didn't say no help, just hung up the phone.

After hanging up, she was in a panic.

She was walking in the room, back and forth, and just now the man's words had been lingering in her mind. Dad is the police chief, how could he kill someone? Over the years, he has arrested so many criminals and fought many times with the prisoners only for justice. He has also been rated as an advanced worker several times by his superiors. In the neighborhood, neighbors love him very much. How can such a respectable civil servant do such a thing?

and……

It wasn't someone else who killed him, or his brother!

Slang still remembers the pain when his father came out with his **** second uncle. That's definitely not camouflage. The brothers are so good, how could his father be a killer?

Do not! no way!

It's impossible!

Slang shook his head repeatedly, denying it. In her eyes, his father's image is noble and great, and no man can match him. So, how is she willing to believe what that person said?

But even so, the slang lingered on the bed all night, never closing her eyes for a moment.

After getting into the morning, Jiang Yan brought breakfast to the table. She looked at this with one eye and then at that.

"Neither of you have slept? Why are the dark circles so heavy?"

I glanced at Slang, and Slang looked at her. Both of them were heavy-hearted and did not speak.

In the end, the slang started by saying, "Mom, what about my dad?"

"Your dad has a bad stomach and vomits when he eats, so he doesn't want to eat now." Jiang Yan sighed.

"I gave him the porridge, and watched him take the medicine by the way." Slang sipped the bowl of porridge and carried it into the master bedroom.

In the restaurant, all of a sudden, there were only 柒 柒 and Jiang 芍.

Jiang Yan glanced at him, and his eyes were chasing after the slang, a little lost. Jiang Yan sighed and said, "Don't be sad, your sister is this bad-tempered. Didn't the two of you quarrel often when you were young, you know, it will be fine in two days."

柒 柒 "Hmm", "I hope it will be the same this time."

"You two, why is it so arguing? It's not for you and Tang Ye. She usually stands by your side for everything."

Hold your lips and don't say. Jiang Yan also knew that he could n’t ask, so he said, "Yes, I do n’t ask. I do n’t care about your children. I ’m not an elder. Come on, have breakfast."

I picked up the chopsticks, picked up the bowl, and just when I was eating the fried dough stick, I smelled the greasy smell, only to feel a bit sick. In the end, she put down the churros, didn't taste it, and drank the light porridge silently. However, I didn't take it to heart at all.

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At this moment, the master bedroom.

Slang took the spoon, and patiently fed Yu Yong.

In just a few days, he seemed to have been stunned a lot. I'm afraid I haven't slept well recently, and there are dark circles under my eyes.

Slang stared at his father for a long time. There were so many questions that she almost couldn't help coming out of her mouth, but she forced her patience. Only one question was asked, "Dad, have you got any concerns lately?"

Yong bravered.

"Whatever I can do, it's already like that."

The slang did not say anything, just continued to sip the porridge, as if asked casually: "What about you and Tang Yan, you really plan to agree?"

Upon hearing Tang Yan, Yong Yong was a little irritable.

"Did I not tell you, so that you don't make any more noise about this. What about promises, and what if you don't, how long can I live now?"

"Dad, don't say that." Slang pantothenic acid in his eyes. "Just, I heard you say that Tang Ye is not the murderer of the second uncle. Since She is so sure, does she have any evidence? Uncle, is there another person? "

Speaking of this, she fixed her gaze on Yong.

She didn't want the truth of the matter to be as ugly as Yuan Li said last night, but she still saw a guilty conscience from her father.

although……

Just fleeting. However, she knew that she was not mistaken. That's guilty ...

"Okay, I'm in a bad mood right now, don't tell me about this kind of case. I don't have any thoughts." Wu Yong waved his hand to catch people.

Slang stared at his father stubbornly, "Dad, aren't you the best for the second uncle? Why don't you think about the second uncle now? When the second uncle died, you were there. Who killed the second uncle Yes, shouldn't you be the clearest in your heart? "

The slang questioning made the brave and irritable emotions unbearable. He was out of control, snatched the bowl from Slang's hand, and threw it to the ground fiercely. "Are you noisy enough? What the **** are you messing with me!"

Bowl, broken.

Hot porridge, splashed all over the floor.

The whole room was a mess.

Seeing his father's response, the slang's heart was sinking and sinking.

She stood there stupidly, looking sternly at Yong Yong's abnormal mood, only to feel that her whole body became cold. Such a reaction is too abnormal ...

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Jiang Yan heard the movement and hurried in from the outside. Seeing the mess on the ground at one glance, he frowned and asked, "What's the matter with your father and daughter?"

He also followed behind him.

Seeing her, Wu Yong gradually converged. Looking at her daughter, the disappointment in her eyes tightened his heart.

Slang didn't say anything, just crouched down and picked up the debris on the ground.

Seeing this, I also squatted down to help clean up.

She originally thought that slang would definitely refuse her help, but I did not expect that slang would just look at her with those dull, dull eyes and say nothing, and let her help.

Jiang Yan couldn't figure out the situation, but the atmosphere was depressed and he didn't dare to ask more. Just took the mop and cleaned up silently.

Slang and Hou came out together and threw the debris into the trash.

I glanced worriedly at the slang, "Are you all right?"

The slang looked at the cricket in front of him, but felt that the throat was blocked and the tip of the nose was sour. She never thought that her father turned out to be the murderer of her father. It turned out to be her culprit for so many years.