Outright Favoritism

   Chapter 678

  The man’s cold gaze fell on the police officer, who had a cold back and hurriedly said to disturb, turned around and ran into the police car.

  The rear-seat window slowly lowered, Li Qiao leaned against the window frame and raised her chin, "Remember to help me pick it up."

In response, Shang Yu lowered his eyelids.

  In a flash, the police car drove out of Manor Avenue.

  Luo Yu looked at Shang Yu's back with frowning eyebrows, opened her lips several times, but made no sound.

  The man turned around and turned back until the taillights of the police car could not be seen.

  Luo Yu looked at him with a rare dissatisfaction in his eyes, "Boss, why don't you call the General Administration?"

  As long as he has a phone call, the matter will be solved.

  Why let the policeman take Li Qiao away?

  Shang Yu Junyan stepped up the front steps coldly, his thin lips pursed white, he completely ignored Luo Yu’s inquiry, and whispered, "Go back to the old house."

  He can shoot, but it is not necessary.

  Those people have already started actions against Li Qiao, if he blocks, the other party will have other means to continue to use it.

  Because from now on, she has been in the game and cannot avoid it.

  ……

  Shang's old house, Shang Yu walked into the tea room, Shang Zonghai just hung up the phone.

  The sky is overcast and the clouds are thick.

  Behind the man is a large gray cumulus cloud.

  The eyes of the father and son met in the air, and there was a faint sense of tension.

  Housekeeper Xiao probed inside with a worried face. As soon as he was about to speak, Shang Zonghai waved his hand, "Go ahead."

  The double door of the room was closed, Shang Yu sat down in the Grand Master's chair opposite the tea table, folded his legs, looked down and lit his cigarette, "Is this your purpose?"

  Shang Zonghai flipped through the medical book in his hand, so he took a leisurely look at him, "Is the girl really taken away?"

  "There is your eyeliner in the manor, why ask more?"

  Shang Yu turned his head and blew out a thin puff of smoke. The smoke was mixed with the aroma of tea, but the atmosphere became more and more stalemate.

  Shang Zonghai turned the page unhurriedly and looked down and said: "Those people are protecting girls, don't you know?"

   "You know what I am asking."

  The conversation between the father and son seemed to answer the question.

   But there is a game of gunpowder smoke invisible.

  Shang Zonghai's eyes paused, he looked up from the medical book, and pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, "I heard she went to the police station voluntarily?"

  Shang Yu pinched the cigarette with his fingers, his eyes were as deep as ink, "In order to push her on the road of Mu's family, you are always working hard."

   "You are wrong." Shang Zonghai put down the medical book, took a sip of tea, "If she is unwilling, no matter how hard I work, it will be in vain."

  The man was silent, but the cold light of his eyes became more and more intense.

Shang Zonghai was as steady as Mount Tai, leaning over to pick up the cigarette case, and also took out a cigarette, "Shao Yan, some things are destined to hide. Don't think that I know everything but deliberately want to hide you. The day when the Mu family's accident, I It happened to be temporarily transferred from Parma. When I heard the news, it was already the next day and everything was too late."

  He pressed the lighter and swallowed a few times, "I never take this kind of trick to adjust the tiger away from the mountain, but my mistake is to believe in the strength of the Mu family too much."

  At this time, Shang Yu flicked the soot indifferently, "Are you really sure she is the child of the Mu family?"

  Shang Zonghai's action of sending cigarettes into his mouth paused, and the eyes behind the lenses were lightly smiling, "I personally sent her to Nanyang, so how could it be wrong?"

Shang Yu raised his eyelids steeply, "You?"

Shang Zonghai sighed in dismay, "Mu's generation of juniors died three prematurely. Aofan and Yilan also felt that the surging of various forces was very unusual, so they gave birth to a girl back then. Later, I asked me to send it to Nanyang Li's house."

  The man's apple jelly undulates, his voice is a little hoarse, "then?"

Shang Zonghai got up from the table and strolled around the tea stand. He recalled the description: "I sent away the girl the day after she was born. Yilan declared that the child was a dead baby. Later... less than half a month later, Mu Then something happened to the whole family."

  ……

  Meanwhile, the Old Town Police Station.

  Li Qiao sat in the inquiry room and waited for half an hour.

  The large one-way mirror on the left reflects her exquisite and cold profile. She didn't move a mouthful of the cold and warm water on the table. The peripheral light occasionally swept the mirror next to her, her eyes slightly mocking.

  She was holding her phone and playing the game quietly.

  Behind you, above your head, is a camera with a flashing red dot.

  Next to the one-way mirror, several police officers were discussing something in a low voice while observing Li Qiao.

  Not long after, the door of the office was knocked, and the police officers turned their heads in unison. Seeing the old man walking by the deputy chief, he immediately said hello politely, "Ming, you are here."

  Ming Family Patriarch, Ming Zhiyuan who is over 80 years old.

  The old man walked in slowly in a gray Tang suit. He looked at the one-way mirror, and his slightly muddy eyes stared at Li Qiao for an instant.

   "Ming Lao, it was she and the young master of Shang that went to the Cultural Park yesterday. They are still waiting for interrogation, so don’t worry too much.

The plot of   Cultural Park belongs to the Ming family.

  Now that the cultural park under the jurisdiction of the government is on fire, if the truth is not investigated as soon as possible, it will be difficult to stop the public, and it will be impossible to explain to the Ming and Lao.

  Ming Zhiyuan stood in front of the mirror and saw Li Qiao’s face up close, as if he had gone back to thirty years ago.

  Jing Yilan, the high-spirited woman who subverted the entire stock market pattern, almost perfectly coincides with the face in front of her.

  She is Jing Yilan's child, no doubt.

  It’s no wonder that the Mu family claimed that Jing Yilan gave birth to a dead baby.

  Ming Zhiyuan swayed slightly, propped the corner of the table with one hand, pinched the temples on both sides and rubbed it, "You follow the procedure for interrogation, no matter what the result is, my Ming family's land cannot be lost in vain.

  Several police officers inadvertently looked at the deputy chief, with embarrassed expressions.

  Ming Zhiyuan is the direct loss, so it is only natural for others to demand compensation.

  But behind this girl is Pama Shang, a family of Chinese medicine practitioners who have a close relationship with the chief.

  Can't afford to offend both sides.

  The deputy chief received the look from the police officers asking for help and made a secret gesture to tell them to stay calm.

  After that, he smiled and sent Ming Zhiyuan away.

  Outside the corridor, Ming Chengxun walked hurriedly when he saw the figure of the old man, and nodded to the deputy director. The two grandpa and grandson quietly left the police station.

   "Grandpa, I'm not wrong, is it very similar?"

  Ming Zhiyuan’s eyes became more and more muddy. I don’t know what he was thinking of, and his sigh kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth, “It’s a crime to commit a crime.”

  Ming Chengxun was puzzled, holding on to his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, why do you say that? You have kept that portrait, and the person on it should be your old man, right, how could it be a crime?"

  Ming Zhiyuan turned a deaf ear to his inquiry, and kept chanting all the way, and his spirit became a little trance.

  In the end there is still a fish that slipped through the net...

  　6000, ask for monthly ticket~

  (End of this chapter)