Clouds covered the sun, dusk turned into smoke, and light rain began to fall in the sky.

Song Qingyou is holding an oil-paper umbrella, as if she has stepped out of a painting, and her beauty is unrealistic.

Bai Li lost his mind for a moment.

He stepped forward and wanted to reach out to pick her up, but Song Qingyou avoided her calmly: "Brother Li, I can do it myself."

Bai Li took back his hand as if nothing had happened, as if he had never reached out just now, and said in a deep voice: "Did something happen?"

Entering the back room, Song Qingyou closed her umbrella and placed it on the edge of the door frame. The rain wet the hem of her clothes. She lowered her eyes and didn't care much: "Well, I have something to ask you for help with."

Bai Li's eyes were dark, and his ten years of military service had hardened his facial features. He turned around, poured a glass of hot water and handed it to her: "You tell me."

Song Qingyou and Bai Li had known each other since childhood and had a close friendship. Naturally, they would not make excuses like others. They said straightforwardly: "Fu Wenzhou injured someone. Now that the other person is lying in the rescue room, his life or death is uncertain. The police will most likely judge him as a defense."

Too much. Although I have dealt with the surveillance of the Song family, if Chen Chuan wakes up, he will definitely accuse Fu Wenzhou of hurting someone a second time, so I want to ask you..."

"Please let me help you get rid of Chen Chuan?" Bai Li looked at her deeply: "Qingyou, I am a soldier."

Song Qingyou: "..."

Bai Li said: "I can do anything for you, even if it's about that person, but I can't do this. I'm sorry."

Song Qingyou rubbed the center of her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Brother Li, even if I want to kill Chen Chuan, I will not lend you your hand."

Bai Li was startled: "What?"

Song Qingyou said: "Isn't Chen Chuan's brother in jail? I would like to ask you to help transfer him to your prison. Chen Chuan feels sorry for this brother. We hold his brother's lifeline, so he will naturally not talk too much."

Bai Li frowned: "What he probably wants is money, why not just give it to him? This should be easier."

Song Qingyou's eyebrows were clear and she smiled lightly and said, "I don't want to give it."

He hurt Fu Wenzhou, how could she still give him money so that he could live a life of food and drink for the rest of his life?

Doesn't Chen Chuan like to threaten? Then she would treat him the same way as others, threatening him with his brother's life, so that he would always live in fear of being manipulated.

Bai Li just thought it was the recent crisis of the Song family, and she was reluctant to part with money. She nodded and agreed: "Okay, I will have someone do it tomorrow."

"Thank you." Song Qingyou took out a stack of documents from her bag: "This is the transfer information for Haidong's apartment. If you see if there is any problem, go to Uncle Chang to handle the transfer."

Bai Li frowned and felt that the things on his hands were hot: "What do you mean?"

"Well," Song Qingyou said softly, "It's a thank you gift."

Bai Li paused, then raised a wry smile on his lips, "Would you and Fu Wenzhou do the same?"

"What?" There was too much wind outside, and Song Qingyou couldn't hear clearly.

Bai Li put away the documents: "Nothing, do you want to stay for dinner?"

Song Qingyou shook her head: "No, Fu Wenzhou is still at the police station, I have to pick him up."

Bai Li's eyes darkened and he glanced at the sky outside: "It's raining."

He remembered that Song Qingyou didn't like rainy days.

A long time ago, on the day Bai Li went to join the army, he planned to meet Song Qingyou, but it rained that day.

Song Qingyou said she didn't like to go out on rainy days, so Bai Li waited at the station for a long time that day but didn't find the person he wanted to wait for.

Bai Li's eyes watched Song Qingyou's back hesitant and farther in the rain.

Self -mocked his lips.

He actually wants to ask, will you and Fu Wenzhou do this? Will you count it so clearly with him? Will it be so polite?

It ’s just that the help between friends are afraid that they owe others. They must thank you back before you can feel at ease.

Song Qingyou is the case for anyone, so Bai Li wants to know whether she is the same for Fu Wenzhou.

But this question is destined that there will be no answer, because he will not ask for exit, and Song Qinggou may not have seen him to answer him.

The rain outside did not know when it was getting bigger, and in a blink of an eye, it became a roar, and the sky was like a crack.

The dense rain point dispels the noise of the city.

The car gallop all the way, Song Chang is not there, Song Qingyou can only drive by himself.

She has been taking a driver's license for a long time, but she is usually in her heart, and she hasn't opened it very much.

Song Qingyou drove into the city bureau. At this time, the rain was already very large. The oil paper umbrella was blown out by the wind, and the rain wet her half -shoulder.

When the police station saw that she did not dare to neglect, she directly supported the person in the umbrella.

Fu Wenzhou was wearing black clothes, wearing military boots, his brow bones were cold and unruly.

He was sitting on the chair with Erlang's legs scattered, and the bandage was resting on his long legs at will, and the other hand was sandwiched with an unpleasant half cigarette.

"Fu Wenzhou." Song Qingyou shouted gently.

Fu Wenzhou fingertips a meal, twisted the smoke at the fastest speed, and threw it into the trash can next to it.

Then stood up, the sloppy, lazy and wanton gesture disappeared, as if suddenly changed the individual, the thorn was put into the shell, only the soft belly stroked the owner.

He walked in front of Song Qingyou three or two steps and stopped. He hugged the person into his arms, and he felt slightly aggrieved: "How come now, I have been waiting for you for two hours."

Song Qingyou's lips were slightly pursed. She went to Bai Li to come to the police station again. The journey alone was delayed for more than an hour.

"Doing the transcript so fast?" She asked.

Fu Wenzhou's head was buried in her neck, and her voice sounded a little dull: "Well, just ask a few words."

In fact, it is not fast. These policemen can't wait to give him a charges of deliberate injuries, but because his identity is unknown, he complimates the purpose of the purpose.

Fu Wenzhou was too lazy to cope with it, and had a temper, and the group released him.

It was just that if Chen Chuan woke up later, if he identified himself, it is estimated that this was not so easy to cope.

However, these are always not considering Fu Wenzhou. They can keep his thoughts for this and only Song Qingyou.

He is like the huge Tibetan mastiff of individuals must hang it on the owner, holding people tightly, and I can't wait to integrate them into one.

Song Qingyou's eyelids jumped. This is the police station. So many people next to them are watching. Can't this person converge?!

Fu Wenzhou didn't want to converge at all. He smelled the fragrance of Song Qingyou's body and was a little fascinated. He returned when he touched a wetness.

Seeing Song Qingyou wet the half -side shoulder sleeves, Fu Wenzhou frowned and twisted hard, and carefully wiped the water stains left with the cuffs.

After I found that when I wiped it clean, I reached out and took off Song Qingyou's coat and put on her clothes.

A set of action flows flowing, and there is no one.

Fu Wenzhou put Song Qingyou's clothes on his arms and said, "Go home."

Song Qingyou nodded and glanced at his hand again: "Does it hurt?"

Fu Wenzhou smiled: "It doesn't hurt."
Chapter completed!