Chapter 173

It seems that Liang Yu's pub is really attractive. The rich, the poor, the young and the old all come to visit.

Tong fenyue laughingly thought, while raising her feet to continue to walk beside her car, and the proud lady in and out, two people pass by.

What a familiar fragrance.

She stopped abruptly, turned and frowned at the woman who had entered the bar.

Just now she seemed to smell a familiar fragrance. She had smelled it somewhere.

But I can't remember.

She simply gave up, what the same perfume might be.

Thinking, she shook her head, got on the car, picked up the mobile phone, dialed LAN Jingyan's number, she was still not at ease, to tell him again, don't come forward to deal with Tang Qingfeng.

"Jingyan, where are you?"

LAN Jingyan ignored Tong fenyue's question, "what's the matter?"

Tong fenyue said: "go to the hospital to take care of your father with your mother in the evening."

"No

LAN Jingyan didn't even think about it and refused. He said, "I have something to do now. Please go home for dinner, good boy!"

Then he immediately hung up the phone.

Put down the mobile phone, his eyes also moved away from the computer screen on his lap, looking forward.

Then he looked at the driver and asked, "how long?"

"Just go past the traffic light." The driver pointed to the road ahead.

LAN Jingyan took a look at it, and then gave a "hum.".

……

"Qingfeng, why are you fighting again?"

In the evening, it's time for dinner. In the huge police hall, there are only one or two policemen on duty, very lonely.

Tang Qingfeng sat in a chair, even if he stayed in the police station for a day, his white sportswear was still so white and clean that he didn't show any embarrassment.

Or to keep up with the same time, no matter how Fu Zhiran asked, he just did not answer.

Also a pair of stubborn and arrogant appearance, let Fu Zhiran impatient can't help but put his hand on his back hard pat, "Tang Qingfeng, do you want to kill me?"

Clapping, clapping, I cried.

"Do you know our family can't stand any more setbacks? If you have something, what can your aunt do?"

After a meal of emotional venting, she bowed her head and put her head on Tang Qingfeng's shoulder. She felt helpless. Tang Qingfeng felt distressed and finally said, "sister, don't cry. I'm wrong."

But I just admit my mistake, I didn't tell you the whole story.

He gently wiped the tears from Fu Zhiran's face with his hand.

Fu Zhiran reached for his hand, grabbed his wrist, and looked at him with almost begging eyes, "I asked why you were fighting with people?"

Or with Qin Zhongliang's nephew and Jia Beishan's younger brother.

"I..."

Tang Qingfeng opened his mouth and stopped talking.

Just at this time, a sharp middle-aged woman's voice came from the door, "this is the tradition in your family. The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked."

Full of 1.75 meters of middle-aged women, a famous brand, stormed into the door of the police station, to Fu Zhiran and Tang Qingfeng.

She was followed by a group of people, men and women, who all seemed to come to collect debts.

Fu Zhiran looked them all over again. Although she didn't know their identity, she knew that they must be Jia family members.

When they were approaching, Tang Qingfeng suddenly got up and angrily resented the middle-aged woman, "say it again."