Chapter 6

Then I'll wait.

However, it's a good thing for me that the forum can't be opened.

The police called and asked in a low voice. I didn't catch what he was asking. After a few minutes, the police hung up. He stood up and told me, "it's OK. This website has violated relevant laws and regulations, has been reported, has been ordered to close, and the posts involving you have been permanently deleted. In the future, we will follow up in time when there are similar cases. "

"Really?" I can't believe my ears.

"Can it be false? Well, you can leave. "

I was stunned, and I expressed my thanks to him. Great, really great. But I still think it's strange. What happened at this moment? that was close! If I delay closing for another ten minutes, I will be miserable!

But I still don't think so. I told the police that the video was sent by mobile phone, and my husband still had the most original evidence in his hand. I'm not sure if I don't destroy the roots.

I was about to open my mouth when the voice of a text message rang on my mobile phone.

I picked up a look, the message said: come out, I help you with things. This afternoon, the police station will summon your husband.

Who is this? Tell me to come out? Is he around here? I'm really surprised.

In my heart rose a sense of inexplicable, that is: I believe that the message said, I really can rest easy.

Well, I won't ask the police.

I Dongdong underground building, standing at the door, looked around, the door empty, no one!

Strange, this text message to me in the end is what? I'll call back the message right away.

The phone is through.

"Who are you? Speak! Why do you want to help me? "

If he is really kind, I should express my thanks.

But the other end of the phone just didn't speak. After a few seconds, it hung up.

I'm even more depressed. It's a good thing to do without name?

I walked to the parking lot, and I didn't forget that I had to pay the man. Today, although the issue of the post has been solved, I still have to bleed a lot. This year is the year of my life. It seems that I have a bad time.

The man didn't leave and was still sitting in the car.

I went up and knocked on the door.

He just stared at me, pulled down the window and said, "it's settled?"

"Well." I took a breath.

"Good." He got out of the car, handed me my car key, slowly, "how do you repay me?"

What? I don't understand. I'm not paying him back. I should pay him back.

I dry smile smile: "you say, I want to compensate how much money appropriate?" I reckon there should be 70, 000.

"I'll talk about it later. Now you have to invite me to dinner." The man got out of the car.

Invite him to dinner? If a meal can solve the problem of compensation, I will. But I think something's wrong.

I want to make it clear.

Seeing that I was hesitant, the man shook his head and said that my IQ was not good. He took out his cell phone, pressed a key, and my cell phone rang.

I was stunned. I looked down and found that this was the number I dialed back.

The man who helped me settle things, is he?

Then I really owe him a big favor.

In my opinion, it's one thing to go to bed. It's your love and my wish. No one owes anyone. Let's have a good time. It's another matter. My father has taught me since I was a child that if I owe you a favor, I have to pay it back.

For a moment, I don't know what to say.

"You, you'd better go and repair the car." I want to pay for the car repair first.

"I have to go out of town to repair this car."

"Ah? So much trouble? "

"I have another car. Now, I'm hungry, you invite me to dinner. Isn't that too much? " He raised his eyebrows and fixed his eyes on my chest.

It's a little ambiguous.

I dodged, deliberately pretending not to see, but in my head, I remembered the scene of overlapping with him.