My Mobile Phone Connects To Another World

After all, she was at the police station, and the old lady couldn't do anything to Qin Hao.

Looking at Qin Hao's leaving figure, Zhang Yiming, the captain of the criminal investigation team, always felt that this matter was not simple. He didn't know what the problem was with Qin Hao, but every time he looked at Qin Hao, he always had a feeling of embarrassment in his heart.

Qin Hao's eyes were too calm. This calmness was not just a calmness that was deliberately displayed due to a strong enough psychological quality. It was a kind of calmness that completely ignored others.

In the past, no matter what status a person was, once they were summoned by the police and even the criminal police, they would feel very troublesome even if they were not afraid. But in Qin Hao's eyes, it seemed that in his eyes, the police and other ordinary people had no problem. No matter what the difference, he didn't care at all whether he was suspected by the police.

Zhang Yiming couldn't figure it out, what kind of person could be so detached in state of mind?

He called a young detective and ordered:

"Go and check this Qin Hao. I need all the information about him. The more detailed the better."

...

Qin Hao left the police station and walked to the roadside, preparing to take a taxi back.

A familiar Mercedes-Benz SUV stopped in front of him, with the window rolled down, it was Fu Wanting.

"I'll take you back. I just have something to tell you."

Qin Hao did not refuse, simply opened the car door and sat in the back seat.

Fu Wanting was a little helpless, but she didn't expect Qin Hao to even sit next to her.

The car started, and Fu Wanting drove the car very slowly, not knowing whether it was intentional or absent-minded.

Qin Hao sat in the back, folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and rested.

Lake City is not big, and it is not far from the police station to Qin Hao's training company. Even if Fu Wanting drives slowly, she still reaches her destination.

Qin Hao opened his eyes and said calmly:

"Say it."

Fu Wanting stopped the car, turned to look behind, and said with some anxiety:

"Today...the police came to see me."

"Um."

"But don't worry, I didn't say anything, because... because you took me away from the window on the 15th floor, the surveillance in the elevator, walkway, and community gate did not capture my appearance, so I There is an alibi.”

Qin Hao said nothing.

Fu Wanting continued:

"Today the police asked me why I dropped the prosecution against you. I followed their words and said that I dropped the prosecution because I couldn't contact Zhao Jianren and I felt unsure."

Qin Hao still didn't speak, just looked ahead silently.

Obviously, Fu Wanting did something deliberately. On the rearview mirror in the center of the windshield, there was a string of pendants hanging. The end of the pendant was a transparent crystal pendant inlaid with gold. Inside the pendant was a small The photo was a wedding photo of Qin Hao and her.

Fu Wanting also noticed that Qin Hao was looking at the pendant. She felt happy and her tone became soft and pitiful.

"Qin Hao, I haven't seen you for so long. I miss you so much. Let's get back together..."

But before she could finish her words, Qin Hao opened the car door and walked out.

"Bang" the door closed, and Fu Wanting's face was filled with disappointment. She couldn't help but give herself a hard slap, then lay on the steering wheel, sobbing softly.

In fact, most people in this world are no different from Fu Wanting.

That line from the great comedian Stephen Chow explains it all.

"There was once a true love in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. I didn't regret it until I lost it."

Everyone knows this truth, but if it is not lost, how many people know how to cherish it?

Qin Hao walked directly into his car, sat on a chair, and was silent for a long time.

It could be seen that Fu Wanting did regret it.

But is it useful? Will Qin Hao forgive her just because she regrets it? When she and Zhao Jianren conspired to trap her, she never thought that she would regret it.

Qin Hao let her go because of the friendship between his husband and wife in the past five years, but that didn't mean that Qin Hao could forgive her.

Thinking about these terrible things, Qin Hao couldn't help but picture Zhong Wushuang calling him sadly.

After shaking his head, Qin Hao got into the car, left the company, and left Hucheng.

His hometown is in a rural village in Bozhou City, about 300 kilometers away from Lake City. There are more than 200 households in the village, most of them are surnamed Qin. Basically, they are all related and worship the same ancestor.

Qin Hao has always been a leader among the young people in the village. With his poor background, being able to earn millions is a great thing for rural people.

So every time Qin Hao goes home, he will meet enthusiastic villagers greeting him along the way. Of course, this is also related to the fact that Qin Hao has built many public facilities for the village.

But what makes Qin Hao feel warm is that even if he fell into the dust in the past two years, he can no longer be as generous as before when the village needs it. The attitude of most people in the village towards him has not changed much. .

But as the saying goes, where there are people, there will be a world. If there are people who pursue you when you are prosperous, there will naturally be people who want to step on you when you are down.

Qin Hao's family is a very large family in this village. There are more than a dozen cousins ​​within three generations. Qin Hao ranks ninth among these cousins, so his younger brothers and sisters will call him Ninth Brother, who is younger than him. If you are older, call him Xiaojiu.

And among those who wanted to step on his feet when he was down and out, two of them were his cousins.

Maybe it's because they have been oppressed by Qin Hao's aura since childhood, or maybe they are just jealous. In short, these two cousins ​​never have a good look towards Qin Hao.

Qin Hao's home is a self-built house with a Chinese-style courtyard that is relatively rare in the countryside. It was designed and built by Qin Hao himself a few years ago.

In rural areas, most people like to build three or four-story buildings, and the style will tend to be more Western-style. Building a Chinese-style courtyard like Qin Hao's is expensive and difficult to maintain, so few people build it.

Of course, this is also related to personal aesthetics. As Chinese, many people look down on their own culture and aesthetics, thinking that Western ones are foreign.

It was already evening when Qin Hao arrived home.

My parents were very surprised. My mother kept thinking about why she didn't tell her in advance and didn't buy any good food.

Dad followed behind with his hands behind his back, smiling all the time and saying nothing.

After seeing his parents, Qin Hao's heavy mood immediately calmed down a lot. No matter how many winds and rains he experienced outside, as long as he came home, he could wash away his fatigue. I think this is the meaning of home.

Qin Hao walked into the house and glanced at the food on the table. His mother hurriedly walked over, picked up the only two food bowls on the table and ran to the kitchen, still muttering:

"Make it again, don't eat this..."

Qin Hao froze on the spot, his eyes filled with self-blame.

He knew that when he was not at home, his parents' life would be very simple, but he did not expect that it would be so simple. There were two dishes for a dinner, one was pickles, and the other was just a bowl of fried potatoes.

Dad came over and said with a smile:

"Recently, several restaurants in the village are offering Sheng Xue Wine. There is too much fat in my stomach, so I just eat something simple at home."

Qin Hao nodded silently without speaking. He walked towards the kitchen and said:

"Mom, stop it. I'll just eat this. I haven't eaten the pickles you made for a long time. It's weird."

Mom was smiling all over her face, her eyes were narrowed into a thin line, and she still muttered:

"Okay, eat the pickles, and I'll scramble two more eggs."

At this time, a middle-aged man in his fifties walked in outside the house, carrying two bottles of liquor in his hand. After seeing Qin Hao's father, he said hello:

"Fifth brother, Xiaojiu is back? I just saw his car."

Qin Hao's father nodded.

"came back."

Qin Hao heard the sound and hurriedly ran out of the kitchen.

"Uncle Six? You are here, come in and sit down."