Ma Ling was still in class and had to go back to start the car after a round trip. Liu Handong rode his motorcycle back to Tiezha Street. Song Shuang and the others were still there. Ling Zijie seemed not to leave. He had a good chat with the stumblers. Sister Mei took the
Wiping my tears with a handkerchief, I kept talking non-stop, as if I had met a close friend.
When lunch time came, Liu Handong said that I should treat everyone to a meal. Sister Mei immediately objected: "You can't do anything, but I can treat you if you want. Tuji Dog Meat Restaurant, I will arrange it."
Song Shuang frowned slightly, she hated dog meat restaurants the most.
To be honest, Tuji Dog Meat Restaurant is one of the better restaurants on Tiezha Street. The business is booming, and even if I went there late, there would be no seats. Sister Mei chose to treat here out of kindness, but she didn't take Song Shuang's feelings into consideration.
He is the vice president of the Small Animal Protection Association, how could he eat dog meat?
Liu Handong said: "Why are you eating dog meat? If you get angry, go to another restaurant and I will take you there."
Song Shuang glanced at Liu Handong with thanks.
Nana Xiaoya refused to refuse. They both knew very well that they were not the protagonists. Sister Mei and Huanxi representatives would be enough. Liu Handong did not force it, so he let Ling Zijie sit in the passenger seat. Sister Mei, Huanxi, Song Shuang, and Zhu Pengpeng were squeezed in by the four girls.
In the back row, fortunately, they are all on the thin side, so they can endure short distances.
When passing by the dog meat restaurant, the meat dogs in the cages looked pitifully at the passers-by. Song Shuang turned his face away and couldn't bear to look at it. Suddenly Liu Handong braked to a stop and said: "Get out of the car!"
It turned out that Shanpao rushed out of the store with Xiaoyue in his arms. Xiaoyue was still holding a knife in her hand. Her body was covered in blood, whether it was dog blood or human blood.
"You came just in time, Xiaoyue had a miscarriage." Shan Pao was sweating profusely. Noon was the busiest time. Xiaoyue was skinning a dog in the backyard when she suddenly had a reaction. It was still early before the due date, so she was afraid that she would have a miscarriage.
Be dangerous.
Everyone hurriedly got out of the car. Shanpao put Xiaoyue into the back seat. Sister Mei opened the door and sat in. She couldn't help but said: "I'll take care of it. Shanpao, you sit in the front."
"Hey" Shan Pao got into the passenger seat, Liu Handong stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
"Forget it, let's find a place to eat by ourselves." Ling Zijie said.
"Goodbye, thank you." Huanxi bowed to them and thanked them.
"Don't leave. Find a place to eat. I also want to interview you." Ling Zijie said.
…
Xiaoyue's child could not be saved, but fortunately the adults were fine.
Shan Pao was squatting in a corner of the obstetrics and gynecology hospital, smoking and feeling dejected. Liu Handong came over and patted him on the shoulder without saying a word. At this time, any words were unnecessary.
"What evil have I done? God is so stupid to punish me like this? Fuck you!" Shan Pao angrily threw the cigarette butt into the distance.
Sister Mei came over and sighed: "Shan Pao, I am not telling you that you have done too much killing. God is punishing you. Think about it, how many dogs you two kill every day, skinning and removing the bones, and the blood is all over the place."
Damn it, God will remember every word for you."
Shan Pao held his head in pain and raised his head after a long silence: "If I don't kill the dog, can God let me go?"
Sister Mei said: "Then I don't know. Killing less and doing good deeds is always beneficial."
Shan Pao was deep in thought, lighting a cigarette but forgetting to smoke it, and the ashes kept growing.
Sun Jiatao and Sun Jikai had settled down in the store and rushed over. Liu Handong and Sister Mei comforted Tu Hongbin for a few words and went back first.
It was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Song Shuang and Zhu Pengpeng went back, leaving Ling Zijie to continue the interview. It seemed that he was planning to live in Tiezha Street. Seeing Liu Handong come in, Huanxi said happily: "Brother Ling wants to help me repeat the reading."
, I’ll take the college entrance examination next year.”
Ling Zijie took out his SLR camera: "Huanxi, don't move. I'll take some pictures for you."
Liu Handong blocked the lens cover: "This classmate, please take a step to speak."
Pulling Ling Zijie aside, Liu Handong asked: "Why are you filming her?"
"When making an investigation report, you can't make it up out of thin air. These are the most basic materials." Ling Zijie said.
"No, Huanxi is different from them. She hasn't officially entered this industry yet. You took her photo and posted it everywhere. How will she behave in the future? She still has a long way to go in life."
Ling Zijie understood and put away the camera.
"Liu Handong, you are a good person. My project requires long-term tracking of the ecological conditions of women who have lost their feet. I plan to stay on this street for a while. Can you help me contact the rental house?"
Liu Handong nodded: "No problem."
In the end, Ling Zijie did not live in Tiezha Street. The basic conditions here were too poor. There was no independent bathroom, no bathing, loud street noise, and the environment was not hygienic enough, which affected his writing. He still went back to a youth hostel to live here every day.
Let’s take a closer look at the shampoo room on the bottom floor to meet women’s living conditions.
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The next day, Ma Ling rested, and Liu Handong took her for a ride around on his motorcycle. After having enough fun, they had dinner together at noon and pushed the motorcycle key over at the dinner table.
"What are you doing? Give me a ride?" Ma Lingfei glanced at him, feeling very sweet.
"I usually have a car to drive, but the motorcycle utilization rate is too low, so you can just play with it." Liu Handong pushed the driving license over.
Ma Ling picked up the driving license and read: "Song Shuang, she is Director Song's daughter. You have to be nice to others. With a word from the boss, your future will be bright. You will have a job, a house, and a wife. It won't be a problem."
It would be great to be the son-in-law of the director of the department."
Liu Handong quickly clarified: "It's nothing, how can anyone like me?"
Ma Ling raised her eyebrows and grabbed Liu Handong's ear: "So you've thought about it?"
"No, no, didn't you mention this? That's what I said." Liu Handong explained hurriedly.
Ma Ling let go: "I'm sorry you don't dare." In fact, she was not worried at all. Just like Liu Handong said, how could the rich daughter of the director of the Public Security Bureau fall in love with a guy who drives a black car.
After eating, the two of them drove around all afternoon, and didn't go back until dinner time. Because Ma Ling had a strict upbringing, he had to go home to eat.
The road was not easy to walk, and Liu Handong suddenly braked from time to time. Ma Ling was thrown forward by the inertia, and his chest hit Liu Handong's back several times.
"What's so soft?" Liu Handong asked maliciously.
"Rogue!" Ma Ling pinched him.
Liu Handong slowed down the car and quickly looked back: "It seems bigger than before. What's going on?"
"It's a sponge." Ma Ling said helplessly. This is where she feels most inferior. Her breasts are not big enough.
Suddenly she thought of a question and asked fiercely: "Is that Song Shuang very big?"
"I'm younger than you." Liu Handong said it nicely, but he offended Ma Ling, "Okay, just stare at Song Shuang's breasts, you stinking scoundrel."
There was a lot of noise all the way, and when they returned to Huanghua Community, Liu Handong gave the motorcycle to Ma Ling. He didn't dare to stay downstairs longer and went straight back. Ma Ling pushed the motorcycle into the parking shed, locked it, and met Ma Guoqing when he came out.
Ma Guoqing looked at his daughter quietly: "Ling'er, where did the motorcycle come from?"
"Borrowed." Ma Ling's eyes were evasive.
Ma Guoqing said: "I told you not to associate with Liu Handong, but you just didn't listen and still wanted his car. Send it back to me quickly."
Ma Ling said: "This is not Liu Handong's car."
"Bring me the driving license." Ma Guoqing stretched out his hand. How could his daughter's trick be hidden from the police officer? Ninety-nine percent of the time, this car belonged to Liu Handong.
Ma Ling looked reluctant: "What are you doing? You are not a traffic policeman."
"Bring it!"
Ma Ling took out his driving license and threw it to his father, then went straight upstairs.
Ma Guoqing opened his driving license and found that the registered person was really not Liu Handong, but a girl named Song Shuang. The registered address was the family area of the Provincial Public Security Department.
The old police officer frowned, what's going on? My daughter doesn't have this kind of friends.
"Come back, whose car is this?" Ma Guoqing stopped Ma Ling as he walked into the corridor.
Ma Ling stopped and said, "Isn't there a name on the car booklet? There is also an ID number. You can find out after checking it." After that, he went upstairs. The food at home had been laid out, and his mother, Wang Yulan, was sitting on the TV.
I was watching The Legend of Zhen Huan (fuck, it’s The Legend of Zhen Huan again), and when I saw my daughter coming back, I said with joy on my face: “Dear girl, your Aunt Li has introduced a man to you. The man is the driver of the deputy director of the Transportation Bureau. The young man is a nice guy, and his family is well off.
Not bad, his parents are both retired from government agencies, I can see him."
Ma Ling picked up the bowl and ate, and said disdainfully: "Mom, didn't you say that non-civil servants, non-deputy department level or above, are not worthy of being your son-in-law? Why have you lowered your status?"
Wang Yulan said: "You don't understand. The leader's driver is not ordinary. Although he has not become a full-time official now, he can join the establishment as long as he has the opportunity. It will not be easy to arrange a practical job or something in the future. Do you know who the leader of the traffic police detachment used to be?
The driver..."
Ma Ling took a few bites of rice carelessly, threw away the bowl and chopsticks and said, "I'm full." He went back to his room, lay on the bed and played with his mobile phone.
Let's talk about Ma Guoqing. When he came to the office for duty, he turned on his computer and went to the intranet to look up Song Shuang. It didn't matter, but he was shocked. Song Shuang was actually Song Jianfeng's only daughter!
What kind of role is Song Jianfeng! The top leader of the Jiangdong Provincial Public Security Department and a deputy provincial leader is still young and has the possibility of promotion. How did his daughter get involved with the Song family?
A familiar policeman walked in and sighed: "I'm afraid Meng Suo will be punished this time."
"What's wrong?" Ma was off work for the past two days during the National Day, and I didn't know what happened.
"A division-level cadre of the Department of Transportation, who didn't know why he was so confused, hired someone to almost kill Director Song's daughter, which caused a storm in the city. I heard that the reason was that Director Song's daughter wanted to investigate the scandal of the director's prostitution. Then
Several prostitutes were arrested by us again, namely the one named Meizi on Tiezha Street. When he was arrested, he left a three-year-old baby at home and almost starved to death. Now people from the hall have come down to investigate.
Fortunately, no one died, otherwise Meng Suo would have had to take off his clothes..."
Ma Guoqing asked: "Mei Zi and Liu Handong seem to know each other. Does he have anything to do with it?"
The colleague said: "You're right, he has a lot to do with it. He saved Song Ting's daughter. Do you think this guy should go to fortune telling? He saved Xia Qingshi's daughter last month.
This time it’s Song Ting’s daughter again. She is born to be a hero and save the beauty? Why can’t this good thing be shouldered by me?”
"Then Song Ting can't thank Liu Handong?" Ma Guoqing said. At this time, he already understood a little. Song Shuang thanked Liu Handong for this motorcycle, and Liu Handong lent it to his daughter.
"That's necessary. This guy has reached the sky in one step." The colleague held the tea cup and walked away shaking his head.