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Chapter 1556 Why does the little wife like to eat sour things so much
Silent all the way without saying a word, until going back to the apartment.

Ezel wasn't there either.

Yang Moyan took the young man back upstairs, pushed the young man's room away, put the young man against the door, and pressed his forehead against the other's forehead, sighing softly: "Are you angry?"

Lin Zhaoxia raised her eyebrows: "No."

She really wasn't angry.

It's just that when she thinks about the situation of the three of them confronting Ding just now, she feels a little dizzy.

Yang Moyan rubbed her forehead with his forehead, and the two of them breathed entangledly: "Then why are you still hitting me?"

Lin Zhaoxia pushed him away, shrugged again: "Does it hurt?"

Yang Moyan paused for a moment, not understanding why he suddenly turned to this question again, but still very consciously and pitifully said: "It hurts..."

The young man smiled, "It hurts?"

Yang Moyan paused again: "...a bit?"

"It hurts," Lin Zhaoxia said in a ruthless tone, "Yes."

Yang Moyan: "..."

But before he could think about the boy's current situation, the next moment, after the boy's word fell, his cheeks on both sides were suddenly pinched by the boy's hands respectively.

The young man in front of him looked at him unblinkingly, his twinkling eyes were full of light, and the ends of his eyes were unintentionally picked out monsters, and finally heh again, as if he hated iron for being weak: " Why does my little wife love sour food so much?"

Yang Moyan directly embraced her into his arms, resting his chin on the other's shoulder, and said in a low and seductive voice: "Why doesn't my little boyfriend think that he has a lot of peach blossoms?"

"Tsk, isn't your peach blossom a flower?" Lin Zhaoxia asked back.

As soon as this sentence came out, the result was that his lips were sealed and gnawed the next second.

The plot plots seem somewhat similar? ?
Lin Zhaoxia narrowed her eyes and thought.

In the next few days, Lin Zhaoxia went to Shengyuan to review in class very punctually.

Even if they went back to the apartment, they would spend every moment in the study with Yang Moyan and seriously review.

Until next Wednesday, the time agreed with Jiang Yan.

Lin Zhaoxia and Yang Moyan went to Jiang Yan's place early in the morning.

Jiang Yan had also been waiting for the arrival of the two of them.

Seeing the two people coming, he didn't talk nonsense, and directly gave them the surveillance video in the police station to watch.

This video is directly locked on a person.

That new little policeman.

Lin Zhaoxia has no research on this matter, she just wants to cooperate with this "weed pulling" game. Only Yang Moyan, watching these videos, clicks quickly with his knuckle hands, browsing at a fast speed, but only a few dozen seconds have passed. It is a quick screenshot of dozens of pictures.

Finally, he pushed the keyboard away, and said in a calm voice: "The frequency of calls is every Wednesday, and the time is basically between 03:30 p.m. and 1:2 p.m. The value is X1, X2, until Xk, the frequency of each group is f1, f1, to fk, the calculation of the weighted arithmetic mean M is equal to X2*f2+X1*f2+...Xk*fk dividing line f56+f30+...fk At about [-]:[-]:[-], the two parties will get in touch."

Yang Moyan pointed to several pictures he took screenshots separately: "First, there is another person connecting with him, and this person is not from the police. Before the little police officer contacts the phone party, the contact person will come over to coordinate the news with him, and then leave. The time we need to act is at 2:54 and 56:[-]. Two groups of people are needed, one to catch One of the people who were arrested to receive the news stayed in the police station to pull weeds."

(End of this chapter)