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[When the Beidou Star cruise ship was attacked by missiles, my assistant and I were indeed on the ship. Fortunately, we were watching the sunrise at that time and survived...]

[Well, it’s very dangerous, my novel is almost like a eunuch...]

[Girlfriend? That’s my assistant. We are both friends and siblings...]

[Please see the police follow-up announcement for specific details of the case. Although I was present at the time and was also a victim, what I know is actually similar to yours.]

【……】

A clip of the press conference was replayed on TV, but the scene was paused at this point.

Maomao put down the remote control and turned to glare at Mei Qian, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa and chewing an apple: "Friends? Brothers and sisters?"

Mei Qian just looked back at her with a smile: "Kacha, kacha."

I wonder if it was caused by this shipwreck incident. Today, Maomao is much bolder than in the past, and his words are very straightforward: "You still don't know what I am thinking?"

The smile on Mei Qian's face stagnated for a moment, but she still didn't speak: "Kacha, kacha."

"Whether it's okay or not, please give me an accurate answer." Maomao simply straightened up and looked at Mei Qian not to be outdone.

Mei Qian blinked, but still did not answer: "Kacha, kacha."

Maomao frowned, glanced at his face, and suddenly asked: "Did you find another woman without telling me?" He paused at this point, and after a while, the expression on his face fell: "

Did my mother tell you something?"

Mei Qian: "Crack..."

This time I only took a bite, and the half of the apple in my hand was snatched away by Maomao, and he threw it into the trash can: "Can you say something back, you mute?"

Mei Qian's eyes turned to the trash can first, and then he replied: "The key is that I really only think of you as a little sister." Seeing Maomao's face on the other side becoming more and more gloomy, he quickly said: "Of course, you are very good, and sometimes I face you.

I do have a heart-warming feeling, and I think it’s good to be together. I don’t care what others will say, but two people must at least understand each other to love each other, and we haven’t reached that level yet.”

"I've been with you for more than four years, don't we know each other well enough?" Maomao sneered.

"What do you think?" Mei Qian lowered his eyes and asked: "You may know my hobbies, living habits, and even some concepts and ideas. But what is my past and what I am doing secretly? Do you really

is that clear?"

"I don't care!" Maomao replied solemnly.

Mei Qian let out a long sigh: "If I do something, I will probably be sentenced or even shot. You don't care?"

"You..." Maomao suddenly stood up, his face was horrified, and he stared straight at Mei Qian.

The latter calmly took the apple from the coffee table, wiped the water stains on it with a napkin, and took a big bite.

The room was quiet for a while, then Maomao narrowed his eyes and muttered: "If you don't like it, you don't like it. Why would you find such an excuse to lie to me?"

But the only answer she got was: "Click, click."

Maomao was so angry that she wanted to grab another apple, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Wait a minute." Holding back his anger, Maomao shouted outside, but when he turned around and saw Mei Qian eating seriously like a normal person, he became angry again and picked up the teapot.

But the teapot full of hot water was lifted to the front and back of her chest. She thought about it and put it down. She then grabbed the paper box on the coffee table and threw it at Mei Qian's side: "Go to hell, you scumbag.

"

After saying that, he walked out angrily, bumped into Zhang Yu outside the door, only apologized lowly, and ran away with red eyes.

"Are you quarreling again?" Zhang Yu walked in, closed the door, and then glanced at Mei Qian who was playing with a delicate paper box, then looked at the half-eaten apple on the coffee table, and asked with a smile.

Said: "Am I disturbing your good things?"

"What's the matter?" Mei Qian put down the things in his hands and poured the other party a cup of tea.

"I still affected you." Zhang Yu sat on the sofa and began to sigh.

Mei Qian's hand pushing the tea cup paused and he lowered his eyes in silence. He knew clearly that the other person was not talking about him and Maomao, but about today's plan to suppress the shock. He hurriedly said: "How could it be? I was negligent."

When he went abroad this time, if he hadn't thrown his body on the deck in the middle of the night and followed the crowd to watch the sunrise, he would have been like most of the people on the cruise ship. Even if he wasn't accidentally killed by a missile, he would have sunk to the bottom of the sea with the cruise ship.

, can be described as a narrow escape from death.

Later, when faced with the pursuit of so many people, he seemed to be as calm as Ning Chi. How could he not be afraid after he was safe?

So after returning to China to deal with trivial matters and deal with reporters, Mei Qian planned to invite friends to have a meal, calm down the shock, and have a drink to celebrate.

He had forgotten about Qin Sen. Not only him, but also Ning Chi and Maomao seemed to have forgotten about it. Maomao even offered to pay the bill to help the boss clean up his troubles.

They may not care, but domestic officials and police take this matter very seriously, and Zhang Yu and Qin Sen have a close relationship. To propose a drink to celebrate at this time is just to poke people's lungs.

That is to say, Zhang Yu has a good temper, understands Mei Qian's mood, and does not show his face.

Mei Qian also woke up instantly and apologized immediately.

However, the drunkenness was definitely not enough. The four of them finally found a hotel to stay, but only booked three rooms. Zhang Yu had other arrangements.

"I'm going south this time, firstly, to see you come back safely, and secondly, I have a mission, so I'll set off soon." Zhang Yu took a sip of hot tea, and the dense water vapor just covered the tired expression on his face.

"Where to go?" Mei Qian asked subconsciously.

"Dongka! I took the initiative to apply." Zhang Yu hesitated before answering.

"Investigating Qin Sen's matter?" Mei Qian frowned.

Zhang Yu nodded, as if unwilling to say more on this topic, and then asked: "Qin Sen died, do you think it has anything to do with the people who are chasing you? It is said that he was investigating that case, and the night before

I also came to see you alone, what did you talk about?"

"You, the police, have already asked, and I have nothing to say to him." Mei Qian briefly told what happened between him and Qin Sen on the passenger ship. Then he picked up the half apple and gnawed it: "I heard that he

I feel pretty good even if I die..."

But at this point, I suddenly received a complicated look from the other side, and I could only sigh: "Okay, to be honest, I felt quite relaxed about his death. After all, I was tired of being targeted by this person." After a pause, he continued.

Said: "And that night, he spoke to me again in a questioning tone. I felt that this person was looking for trouble..."

"You are really not afraid that I will be exposed. Then your character will be ruined, and you will even be punished by the entire network." Zhang Yu looked weird.

"Would you do it? Among these friends, even Maomao and Ning Chi are included, but I actually trust your character as a police officer the most. You are not someone who does small things secretly. Besides..." Mei Qian spread his hands: "That's true.

It entered my mouth and entered your ears. Who knows? Is there any evidence?"

Because many people know that it was Qin Sen who arrested Mei Qian when he first entered the situation. So at today's press conference, someone naturally raised this question and asked him what he thought of Qin Sen's sacrifice.

How did he answer then?

Oh, Officer Qin is a good police officer. I have experienced it personally. This man did his duty and we got along pretty well. I feel extremely sad for his sacrifice...

But for some reason, he didn't want to say these clichés in front of Zhang Yu.


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