"Uh..." Zhou Tian was depressed. He wanted to say that he can't afford to take care of him. Your son has died. How can I take care of him? You can't let me go to the Palace of Hell to take care of him. But Zuo Qianhao is in a high position, so he can only
He said very sadly: "Secretary Zuo, your child was unfortunately shot and died on Jingjing Street today!"
Snap...
The exquisite tea cup worth 100,000 yuan in Zuo Qianhao's hand fell directly to the ground. His hand trembled, and his whole face turned pale instantly. He asked nervously: "Zhou...Zhou Tian, I won't joke with you, you
Say, is this true?"
"Secretary Zuo, I know you can't accept it, but this is true!" Zhou Tian did not dare to joke about the hat on his head.
"No! It's impossible!" Zuo Qianhao hung up the phone with a snap and walked out in a hurry.
"Qianhao, where are you going?" Zuo Qianhao's wife saw him going out and asked hurriedly.
"Go out for a while and leave it alone!"
Bang!
The door was closed. Zuo Qianhao rushed into the garage in one breath and drove the Audi car madly to Jingjing Street. At this time, Jingping Street was crowded with people, and the police couldn't drive them away no matter how hard they tried.
The bald man was one of the onlookers. He saw the entire murder scene with his own eyes. The van, that unlicensed van, was the murderer. No, it should be said that the murderer was hiding in the van and shooting. He squeezed and squeezed, and finally squeezed.
When we got to the front, it was a pity that we couldn't see the true appearance of the body. We only saw a piece of white cloth covering the body.
Zuo Qianhao finally rushed to the scene. He couldn't believe that something had happened to his son.
"Secretary Zuo!" Zhao Cheng saw Zuo Qianhao and saluted hurriedly.
Zuo Qianhao didn't look at him, with a sallow face and anxious eyes. With the help of the police, he opened a path and let Zuo Qianhao in. Zuo Qianhao was stunned for three steps, and he gently opened the door.
Opening the white cloth, the pupils shrank instantly. Isn't that face, that person, his own son?
From the beginning of learning the language to now growing up, more than 20 spring and autumn years, more than 20 years, unexpectedly came the tragedy of a white-haired man giving a black-haired man. Zuo Qianhao could not bear such a blow.
People feel dizzy.
"Secretary Zuo!" Zhao Cheng hurriedly supported Zuo Qianhao, called two young policemen, and said, "Hurry and help Secretary Zuo get into the car!"
"Stop!" Zuo Qianhao roared and said sadly: "Let me give my son a ride!"
After saying that, he bowed his old body slightly and struggled to lift Zuoqiu, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, from the ground. Tears filled the corners of Zuo Qianhao's eyes. He stubbornly refused to believe that his son had been killed. He even
I thought my son was just asleep. Poor parents in the world, even though Zuo Qianhao is an old fox in the officialdom, even though Zuo Qianhao has an iron-fisted approach, after all, he is just an old father. Seeing his son walking behind him
