Song Weiyi felt a warm current in his heart, his eyes were sour, and he was very moved.

Pei Yibai's words spoke out her heart.

She was also unwilling to rashly take the blame for others and let the murderer get away with it.

"As for how the medicines he took and where they came from, it probably won't take long to solve them. These will be investigated by specialized personnel and experienced policemen, so you don't have to worry about it."

Look at her, because of Rong Jing'an's death, she has been suffering for two days, her face is as pale as a ghost.

Fu Qishan, Fu Xiuyan...

Pei Yibai grasped the steering wheel tightly, I hope you can still laugh later.

When I got home, I found that the people from the police station had come.

Of course, it wasn't Pei Yibai's uncle who came, but the unlucky deputy chief who was yelled at by Pei Yibai.

"Mr. Pei, Mrs. Pei." The deputy director stood up, and the forced smile showed how guilty he was at the moment.

"Why is Chief Zhang here? It's so late, what's your business?" Pei Yibai took off his coat and looked at him with a half-smile.

I don't know how long I waited, but the speed of apologizing is much faster than the speed of handling the case.

Director Zhang touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and still smiled apologetically: "Mr. Pei is considered to be back. I came here because of today's oolong, right?"

At the beginning, the case was handled by the people below. Everyone testified against Song Weiyi, so she was arrested first.

But after reviewing them, there are different opinions, which are completely inconsistent with the initial remarks.

Director Zhang, who heard the final result, yelled fuck, and was hacked by those villains.

This case is definitely going to end. Who made Sheng Jinsen so powerful that he wanted to withdraw the lawsuit?

However, the basket they poked cannot be ignored.

"Oolong?" Pei Yibai asked with a smile.

"That's right, isn't it? I really wronged the young lady today, and I apologize to the young lady on behalf of the police department." Director Zhang didn't dare to argue with Pei Yibai, and immediately got to the point.

Song Weiyi was not convicted of the crime, and Pei Yibai caught someone who fought against her. If she didn't make up for her mistakes, wouldn't she be completely offended?

"So, did you find out?" Pei Yibai asked knowingly.

"It's clear, it's all those bastards talking nonsense, one forced confession, it's all messed up, it's just slandering the young mistress. It's just that the Fu brothers and sisters don't let go, and Fu Qishan is still very fierce. I'm afraid she has a grudge against the young mistress, deliberately Fuck her." Director Zhang calmed down a bit, his tone less flustered.

"Originally, if we continue to investigate this way, the truth will always come out. But Sheng Jinsen has withdrawn it, and Sheng Zhenguo's death can only be left alone. Sheng Jinsen doesn't mind whether Fu Qishan is held accountable, and we can't say anything. "

Director Zhang scratched his head with a helpless expression.

In other words, if the director hadn't been Pei Yibai's own uncle, the task of apologizing today would not have fallen on him.

Therefore, he had to show all the more sincerity to obtain their forgiveness.

"Well, you can tell my wife about this matter yourself." Pei Yibai handed over the decision to Song Weiyi.

He was barely satisfied with the attitude of the police station, and now he was just supporting Song Weiyi, letting them know that they would rather offend him than Song Weiyi.

Director Zhang is very knowledgeable, once he heard Pei Yibai's meaning, he understood it.

"Young lady, you have a lot of adults, don't be as knowledgeable as those little bastards in the police station. Our police station has slandered you. As the deputy chief, I sincerely apologize to you. I hope you don't take it to heart."

Song Weiyi was stunned. A deputy chief of the police station came here to apologize to her. She never dreamed of this scene.

She held Pei Yibai's hand trembling, but he hooked his lips happily: "Leave it to you."

The sound was not loud, but enough for Song Weiyi to hear.

This was the first time he encountered such a scene, Song Weiwei was naturally nervous.

But thinking that he was not a prisoner, but a victim, he slowly regained his composure.

"Director Zhang is serious. I can't bear this apology. I just hope that your bureau will be more careful in the process of handling cases in the future and present real and strong evidence."

In fact, the police station did nothing wrong, but the only thing Song couldn't accept was the police officer who almost did something to her.

Are you trying to force her to confess before the charges are determined?

"I understand, I understand everything, don't worry, Young Madam, the relevant personnel have been scolded by me."

The chief of the bureau didn't hide a word, and confessed everything.

Director Zhang looked at Pei Yibai again, "The staff member who interrogated the young lady has also been transferred to another department, and will no longer participate in related cases within the bureau."

This is clearly a token of loyalty to Pei Yi, to appease his anger.

Song Weiyi stopped talking, it's not bad to have achieved this level.

Seeing that they didn't want to pursue the matter further, Director Zhang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then I won't bother you two any more. I'm very sorry about today's incident." He left without staying any longer.

Song Weiyi slowly sat on the sofa, feeling exhausted, as if he had been drained of energy.

"Now I can be regarded as understanding the profound meaning that money can turn ghosts around." She sighed.

Pei Yibai closed the door, pulled Song Weiyi up from the sofa, and entered the room.

"What do you want to do? Are you tired these days? I'll put bath water for you and wash up."

She looked at him softly and nodded, "OK."

Pei Yibai turned around and went into the bathroom, put away the bath water, she leaned on the sofa, drowsy.

Originally, there was still a big stone hanging in my heart, but after being clarified by Director Zhang himself, the pressure dropped sharply.

Song Weiyi was only tired and almost fell asleep.

Until she was hugged by him, she opened her eyes with twinkling eyes. "Is the water ready? I'll do it myself."

"Don't move around." Pei Yibai walked steadily into the bathroom.

Take off your clothes, pants.

Her knees were still darkened, despite the use of a pad to ease the discomfort.

Pei Yibai's eyes darkened, and he was all over the place because of nothing, and he was talking about Song Weiyi.

Who knew that Fu Qishan would antagonize Rong Jingan at her funeral?

"A hot compress here, does it hurt?" He pointed at Song Weiyi's knee, his brows knotted.

"It doesn't hurt much, it's okay. Husband, it's lucky to have you here, otherwise I would have been scared to death." Song Weiwei buried his head in Pei Yibai's chest.

"Why do you say such things? Be polite to me?" He beckoned, splashing the shampoo on Song Weiwei's hair while pressing it.

Only then did she realize, "I can just wash it myself, you go out first."

"Let's lean on, don't move." He whispered, his tone undeniable.

Song Weiyi was tense all over, letting Pei Yibai's hands clumsily shuttle through his hair.

"You will definitely not be able to wash your hair when you have a big belly in the future, so just treat me as my practice now."