Zhao Tingxing's bad taste was limited to close lovers, and it was a very private matter. If he really wanted someone to unlock the door, he would resist it, and he didn't want to embarrass Han Li in the least.
At this moment, he was fully dressed. Under Han Li's angry gaze, he first found a way to unlock the door himself.
But... of course it really couldn't be opened. In the end, I had to ask the firefighters for help. They just said that the lock couldn't be opened and they needed help.
Han Li was speechless: "Can't you find a locksmith company?"
"My brain is short-circuited." Zhao Tingxing was also a little confused. He wanted to call the fire department to ask them not to come, but the fire brigade of this district was near Han Li's community. After he made the call, within five minutes, the fire brigade
Already downstairs of her house.
When the firefighters came to the door, Zhao Tingxing went to open the door.
As soon as the door opened, he felt cold and took a step back. He thought that for this kind of thing, at most one or two firefighters would come to the door. As a result, there were at least five or six firefighters outside the door.
There was one in the lead, one taking the photo next to him, and two others carrying tools. The last one was standing outside. He was not wearing a firefighting uniform, but his temperament was completely different from that of the previous firefighters.
The sensor light outside the door flickered on and off, and he didn't look behind him carefully. He just said: "Thank you for your hard work. It's just that you don't need such a big battle to open the lock."
The leader, who looked like a captain, said easily: "Serving the people, that's what you should do."
"Where do I need to pick the lock?"
Zhao Tingxing pointed to the guest room not far away.
"Okay." The captain nodded and led the people inside.
"Wait, I don't need you, just borrow the tools." Zhao Tingxing wanted to stop him, but the reason he was late was because he finally saw who the person behind the fire brigade was.
It turned out to be Song Jingye.
Song Jingye stood there, even though he was wearing plain clothes, his unique temperament could not be blocked. He smiled at Zhao Tingxing: "Mr. Zhao, long time no see."
What a coincidence.
The captain of the fire brigade, Zheng Ke, was one of his subordinates when he was in the northwest. He was later transferred back to Beijing and worked in the fire brigade, and was gradually promoted to the captain of the fire brigade.
Song Jingye made an appointment with Zheng Ke to play ball during the day off. When he came, he found out that their fire brigade was filming a promotional video to serve the people and was collecting the last material for the day. Zheng Ke dragged him along and vowed to say
After finishing the last policeman, his work is over for today.
Song Jingye didn't want to come: "It's a professional thing for you to call the police. I won't join in the fun."
Zheng Ke: "The operator said, it's just a small matter of not being able to open the lock, so don't delay it."
"You even care about such trivial matters?"
"We have to take care of trivial matters, as well as mountains of swords and fire. This is our job, no matter how big or small it is."
Just like that, Song Jingye followed behind, never expecting that it would be Zhao Tingxing.
Song Jingye was curious. With Zhao Tingxing's violence, how could a mere lock defeat him? Shouldn't it be a kick?
After Zhao Tingxing saw it was him, he had no time to reminisce because he had to stop so many firefighters from entering the room.
But, it's too late.
Zheng Ke, armed with a camera and two firefighters, stood at the door of the guest room, looking at the woman who was covered with a quilt on the bed but whose wrists were locked, and looked at each other in confusion.
But when Song Jingye saw it was Zhao Tingxing, he also followed him in: "What's wrong?"
"Turn off the camera." Zheng Ke ordered the camera crew next to him. The camera crew stepped aside, making room for Song Jingye.
Han Li had a look of despair on his face, but now that the matter was over, he could only calmly raise his wrist: "Sorry to trouble you."