Trafford’s Trading Club

Lin Feng tilted his body at an angle of about thirty degrees to the left. He was reading a report on his hand. The reason why he tilted his body like this was because the neck of the police officer sitting in front of the table was tilted. . ??

Damn it, Ren Ziling, my neck became crooked just after squinting for a while.

Forget it, go find an old Chinese doctor after get off work to twist it back. It has been twisted for a day, and it is inconvenient to keep it crooked.

"What are you doing so quickly? Are you in a hurry?" But Sir Ma, whose neck was twisted, was unhappy with everything at this moment. He was even more unhappy when he saw Lin Feng leaning his body. He just felt unhappy and wanted to quarrel with others!

"Um...Sir Ma, I have an appointment."

"A woman? Girlfriend?"

Lin Feng smiled coquettishly, scratched his head shyly and said, "I'm not my girlfriend, I'm just a female netizen. We made an appointment to go to the Sports Center to watch a concert later... Look..."

Ma Houde murmured: "It seems like it's really a grand event. Sixty or seventy thousand people are here."

"Sir?"

Ma Houde waved his hand and said: "Okay, okay, you can get off work. Just leave the work to your colleagues outside. Go quickly, don't be late!"

"Thank you, sir!"

Ma Houde rolled his eyes and lit a cigarette after seeing Lin Feng leave, thinking about the two recent cases... Forty-eight hours have passed since the two cases, and the difficulty of investigation is probably becoming more and more difficult.

Sir Ma felt more and more irritated, so he simply packed up his things, left the office... and went to see a Chinese medicine doctor.

Unexpectedly, when I walked to the door of the station, I saw two police officers, one male and one female, as well as a taxi driver and a little girl, asking, "What are you doing? What are you all doing?"

"Police Officer Ma!" The male police officer saw it and saluted quickly: "It's like this. This old chef brought a little girl here to report the crime. He said that the little girl might have been lost or had trouble with her family. But when we asked her, she couldn't say anything. We just said that we could send her to a gymnasium. She wasn't lost or ran away from home..."

"Ah?" Sir Ma was stunned.

The old driver quickly said: "Police officer, this child suddenly ran into my car. I asked her parents and didn't say anything... and said that if I didn't send her to the gym, she would make a fuss. , said, said I touched her! Oh my God, this child is worthy of being my granddaughter! Can I do this? Oh, sir, I have been working in my job for more than ten years! My person Everyone agrees! Don’t listen to this kid’s nonsense! Here, this is my evidence, take a look!”

"Okay, okay..." Mahoude waved his hand quickly and glanced at the little girl who was caught by the policewoman at this time.

I noticed that the little girl's eyes... looked a little scary? Is it true that weird things can happen these days? Is the current little devil too premature?

So Ma Houde knelt down, patted the little girl's head, and said in a harmonious voice: "Kid, are you in trouble? Don't be afraid to tell your uncle? Your uncle will help you... This person touched you randomly. ?"

"Ah sir! What an injustice! If I were like this, could I bring her here?" The old driver suddenly blushed: "I, I could do such a heartless thing. Is it? I-if I do it, I-I will die badly!!"

"Okay, okay, I'll ask as usual, why are you excited!" Ma Houde glared at the old driver with disgust.

At this time, the little girl whose head was touched... This Divine Dragon, who was just a little girl now, felt as if she was completely broken. Oh my god...

Unexpectedly, the driver actually pulled him directly to the police station.

"Where are your parents? Are you alone? What's your name? Where do you live?" Sir Ma asked nonstop.

"Can you..." Long Xiruo took a deep breath, "Can you just say nothing and send me to the gym?"

"Sports center? Are your parents there? Are they working or something?" Sir Ma has always been very patient with children.

"Can you please stop asking..." Long Xiruo was at a loss. He shook twice and suddenly raised his head.

Who knows what she went through in these short few minutes... Long Xiruo's big eyes blinked brightly, and she said in a sweet voice: "Uncle, you are so handsome! You look like a good person at first glance! Can you Will you take me to the gym? My grandma said she would wait for me there!"

It's broken... it's broken...

Long Xiruo felt that she could get drunk later... It was broken, it was broken...

Oh my god...I think my majestic Chinese real dragon is actually selling it...acting cutely in this place? ?

"What's your grandma's name? I can contact her directly."

Sir Ma still communicated with the little girl with extraordinary patience, which reminded him of the time when his own child was still this age.

Those days were very happy.

"No, just send me there. Please, uncle, okay..."

So cute... This is so cute! Sir Ma felt like his heart was about to melt. How could there be such a cute little girl in the world?

"Oh... So, what's your name?" Mahoude nodded and said, "The police officer must know your name."

"dragon……"

"dragon?"

"Long, Long'er..."

"Long'er?" Ma Houde nodded and patted Long Xiruo's head, "Okay, uncle, I'll take you to the gym now."

Stop patting me on the head...

"Sir Ma, do you really plan to send her away?" the police officer asked curiously: "We can just do this."

Ma Houde shrugged and said, "It's okay. Anyway, I'm going to go there to see a Chinese medicine doctor. Look at my neck, I can't keep it crooked all day, right?"

After saying that, Ma Houde smiled warmly and took Long Xiruo's hand, "Come on, Long'er, uncle will send you to reunite with your grandma!"

The police officer looked far away and saw that Ma Sir was really... full of love, it turned out!

Just endure it and get through it, endure it and get through it...

Calm down, calm down... Calm down, Long Xiruo, you have to calm down! !

Shenzhou True Dragon kept hypnotizing himself, and finally got on the bus successfully!

Unexpectedly, Ma Houde, an experienced father, seemed to be in a good mood at this time. He hummed a tune and slowly wiped the windshield of the car, and then carefully put on the seat belt for Long'er.

After Mahou De put on his seat belt, he patted her little head again, "Long'er, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first?"

"Uncle, uncle, can you... drive?" Long Er's fingers under the skirt were slightly bent, and he firmly grasped the leather on the passenger seat.

"Ah, yes! Drive! Sit tight!"

Mahoude nodded, inserted the key, started the engine, and then suddenly stretched his crooked neck and said, "Oh, I remember there is some chocolate here! Let me get it for you."

Ah... I can't stand it anymore... I can't stand it anymore! ! ! ! !

I saw Longer's little pink fist clenched, and the whole thing exploded. He pinched Ma Sir's neck with both hands and shook it hard, "Give me, drive!!!!!!!"

"Okay, okay...let go, cough...let me go first..." Mahoude patted Long'er's arm painfully.

Is this little girl so fierce? It must be a family factor, right?

Alas, could it be that there is a lack of care or something? She is said to be a grandma, but could it be that she is a left-behind child, so she appears to be more irritable? so poor……

Ma Houde composed himself and shook his neck, and the child finally let him go. So he took a deep breath and stepped on the accelerator gently.

Um...eh?

When will my neck become normal again? ?

I didn’t expect that this little girl would be able to come back after being shaken by her... That’s great! Saved a lot of medical expenses...could this child be a little angel?

Ah...it's so cute!

…

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Neon lights, nightfall, and people coming and going.

Cheng Yiran sat alone under the pedestrian bridge on the road. He wore a peaked cap, which was lowered down, almost covering his eyes, and he wore sunglasses.

There was an acoustic guitar hanging on his body, and the fingers on his hand did not affect him from strumming the strings of the acoustic guitar at this time... because the song was very simple and did not require any skills.

The alley used to store the acoustic guitar in front of him was open. There were a few steel coins and a few banknotes...one dollar in it.

The only five yuan note was put down by an old woman who passed by just now.

They were just passing by without stopping or listening. They simply dropped their money and left in a hurry.

No one listened...no one knew that he was already here, singing all afternoon.

Cheng Yiran's voice was a little hoarse. He continued singing one after another without stopping. He seemed a little nervous at the beginning, but now he is singing almost numbly.

Singing "Again", singing "Blue Lotus", singing "Lost"... no one stopped.

He expected someone to stop.

No one ever stopped.

Sure enough, after losing that guitar, he could no longer impress anyone, even if he sang hoarsely, even if he sang with all his heart.

Even though the song is simple, by the end of the afternoon, the fingers on my hands were already numb from pain.

But...why are you still insisting here?

Cheng Yiran thought that he should have been used to this kind of no one paying attention...Have he and Hong Guan experienced this kind of thing enough in Houhai and Sanlitun?

Hong Guan... Guan him... During this time, when I stayed alone in the square, did I feel the same way?

"I also hope, can anyone stop?"

Stopping his fingers, Cheng Yiran finally stopped singing this afternoon and looked at the time... The game is about to start, right?

He silently packed up the things here. At first, he thought that by returning to the original state like this, he would gain some understanding on the street where no one was stopping.

But after working for a long time, I still got nothing, I just felt more and more confused.

"It's me. Can you call a car to take me there?" Cheng Yiran called Chengyun: "I'm on Huanshi East Road now... Okay, I'll wait. Thank you, Mr. Cheng."

Let's go watch Hong Guan's performance. Cheng Yiran took a deep breath and glanced at the screen of the building in front... the advertisement.

Unexpectedly, the cell phone rang suddenly, and Cheng Yiran was startled, realizing that it was actually a strange caller. He frowned and chose to answer.

"Hey, is anyone there?"

"Who are you?" Cheng Yiran was not sure, but he seemed to have heard this voice.

"Yes! I am Yudanqiang!"

"Fish eggs...strong?" Cheng Yiran was stunned.

"Me! That boss who sells fish ball noodles! Is that you? What did you say about Beijing Normal University last time! I met that person!"

"Where are you!" Cheng Yiran asked quickly and subconsciously. 8