Personal Security Of The Beautiful President

Then Song Qingwan went through the procedures for visits inside the police station.

Then he drove to the outskirts of the city.

This is a modern prison.

At this moment, Ding Zhe was detained in this prison's detention area for light inmates.

You know, after all, there is no suspicion of murder in Ding Zhe.

It's just that the police still don't know the relationship between him and the blaster and the magician.

If it is clear that Ding Zhe is not guilty, he still has to be released.

Song Qingwan showed the procedures to the guards.

Then he was taken to a reception room.

Where, Ding Zhe is already sitting on a chair in handcuffs, waiting where.

At this moment, Ding Zhe still has an indifferent expression on his face.

Chewing gum in his mouth, looking around.

As soon as Song Qingwan came in, Ding Zhe noticed her.

How should I say, this girl is long-looking, bulging, with a beautiful cheek that is very three-dimensional, and diamond-shaped lips look sweet.

All this is combined with the snow-white skin, and people can't help but want to take a bite.

Moreover, look at that height is 1.7 meters above.

Full model shelf.

It's different from the fullness of the chests of the two beauties, Lin Aolei and Liu Ruotong.

This girl is of moderate size.

With a uniform, it is really sexy and charming.

Unable to resist, the little security guard Ding Zhe hammered a whistle and asked casually: "Beauty, what is your height in three dimensions?"

No way, Ding Zhe is this virtue. When you see a beautiful woman, you don't have to say anything, how can it be Ding Zhe.

Song Qingwan exploded on the spot.

You know, although she looks charming, she looks like a sweet girl.

However, within the police force, it has always relied on performance and fists to speak.

For those who dare to approach her and are full of flowers, she has never been willing to be soft.

How many gangsters were beaten all over by her to find teeth.

Is this guy in front of me looking for a fight?

Don't you know, when you meet you ask yourself if Sanwei is just your weakness.

At the moment, Song Qingwan slammed the information in his hand directly on the desk, and then, one thigh picked from the chair, and at the same time, she slapped the table with her slender hand, pointed at Ding Zhe and said, "Stop talking nonsense, and quickly explain to you. The problem, our principle is to be lenient in confession and strict in resistance."

After that, Song Qingwan was depressed again.

Damn, I came to visit the prison, how did it become an interrogation.

This little ruffian is too Damn it.

At the moment, she wants to ease her attitude.

I don't know, Ding Zhe said again: "Let's come, Damei Niu, you think I don't know, frankly sit in prison, resist strict, and go home for the New Year."

"To tell you the truth, confession is impossible. It is impossible to confess in this life."

After speaking, he still shook his head and scanned Song Qingwan's body: "Unless you buy me!"

"asshole."

Song Qingwan exploded on the spot again, walked over and stretched out her hands to grab Ding Zhe by the collar, and pulled him up from the chair: "If you dare to talk nonsense, believe it or not, I will blow your head with one shot, and quickly explain. your problem."

"That..." Ding Zhe looked at Song Qingwan, who was very close at hand, and she couldn't help pursing her lips. "Everyone said that it is impossible to explain, unless you send a beautiful woman as beautiful as you to me. If I was not careful, I might just say it."

"Son of a bitch!"

Song Qingwan burst completely and waved a small fist, about to hit Ding Zhe.

I don't know, at this time, there was a crash.

The door opened and a police officer walked in.

It turned out that when someone visits a prison, it must be accompanied by a police officer at the scene.

This police officer does this.

It's just that he came late for a while.

But I saw this scene as soon as I entered the door.

Song Qingwan, the famous Hu Niu in the police force, even mentioned the prisoners he visited.

what's the situation.

Isn't this scene happening in the police interrogation room?

The police officer was a little confused. He looked at the sign at the door and found that it was correct.

So he stepped in and said cautiously, "Sister Song, are you here to visit the prison or to interrogate?"

"Uh!"

In a word, Song Qingwan, who was in a frenzy, directly looked dull.

Yes!

I came to visit the prison, how did this little ruffian explode on the spot.

Immediately, Song Qingwan smiled helplessly, stretched out her hand to tidy Ding Zhe's collar, let go of his hand, and let him sit there again.

And she herself walked to the other side again, looking at him helplessly and said: "Almost forgot that I was here to visit the prison, what the hell, what is going on with you, is there anything you want to say?"

"Humph!"

Ding Zhe simply turned away from Song Qingwan.

Without even looking at her.

Still muttering in his mouth: "I won't tell you to kill, unless you tell me your three-dimensional."

"what."

Song Qingwan exploded on the spot again, got up, stepped on the chair with one foot, slammed the table with the other hand, and pointed at Ding Zhe.

A fierce, wicked look.

"Are you looking for death?"

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister." The little police officer came over again: "Pay attention to the role, pay attention to the role."

"what!"

Song Qingwan could no longer control her anger.

She felt that she was under control, and her anger could directly explode the entire visitation room.

She turned and pointed outside the door and said to the little police officer: "Get out!"

"Uh!" The little police officer looked at Ding Zhe and then at Song Qingwan.

"Get out, don't come in if anything happens."

Song Qingwan roared in a crisp voice.

"Hey!"

The little police officer glanced at Ding Zhe with helpless eyes, then turned and left.

The door of the visiting room was closed.

Song Qingwan, like a little mother leopard, rushed over and directly pulled Ding Zhe up and pressed it against the corner: "Boy, I am sent by Lin Aolei to search for you."

"Your current situation is not very good. You must cooperate with me so that I may get you out tomorrow."

Song Qingwan looked at Ding Zhe sternly: "However, if you are chirping with my mother-in-law, be careful that I just turn back and beat you hard."

"Oh, that's the case." Ding Zhe tilted his head and looked at Song Qingwan, then shook his head and said, "That means, I basically have no crimes right now, right."

"almost."

Song Qingwan still put her hand against Ding Zhe's neck: "But if you are making trouble with me unreasonably, that's not necessarily the case."

Unexpectedly, Ding Zhe shook his head and said: "This is not good, I have to go to the felon area."

Then he looked at Song Qingwan: "Hey, Comrade Beauty Police, I'll ask you something."

"you say."

Hearing Ding Zhe's tone eased, Song Qingwan also let go of him.

I thought to myself, it was too much, this guy, and why I couldn’t help but explode when I saw him?

Are the two of us in conflict with each other?

Here, Ding Zhe shook his head and said, "Do you think the assaulting police can enter the felon area?"

"Assault the police?" Song Qingwan turned to look at Ding Zhe, with a look of contempt: "Just as you are now, who do you want to attack, you can't even move, can you attack the police?"

"Assault you!"

"Just rely on you?" Song Qingwan looked at Ding Zhe with a disdainful expression.

Then he raised a delicate little fist: "I almost forgot if you didn't mention it. When you just walked in, you actually molested me. I was very angry. Now I tell you who attacked who is not always certain. I know why. Did the prison guards drive them out to attack you?"

After finishing talking, he smiled and walked to Ding Zhe: "Boy, remember from now on. Don’t see beautiful women and be dazzled. Keep your mouth under control. Don’t be beaten. For the sake of sister Lin Aolei, I won’t beat you hard. Now, it’s good to let your memory go up."

"Look at the punch!"

After speaking, Song Qingwan punched Ding Zhe with a fist.

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