Xu Yinjie plans to go to the police department to ask how the case will proceed and whether he needs to provide information; Jiang Yanjin plans to go to Yanmen to see if there are any clues about the explosives on the road.
Yun Qiao is going to find Uncle Qian.
"...Where are you two?" Yun Qiao asked Lu Yao and Xue Zhengdong.
Wen Luyao remained silent.
This eldest lady had a bad temper. Yun Qiao was not surprised, so she only spoke to Xue Zhengdong, "You can do it yourself. If you have any questions, call me."
Xue Zhengdong said hello.
Several people separated.
Yun Qiao had to cross the bridge, and the rickshaw was far away, so Jiang Yanjin drove her there.
Xue Zhengdong and Wen Luyao also got in the car.
Seeing that she was still silent, Xue Zhengdong drove the car out. When he drove to a secluded street, he stopped the car and forced his hand over her face: "What's wrong with you, Bao'er, are you angry?"
Wen Luyao opened his hand.
Xue Zhengdong had a good temper and leaned close to kiss her: "Are you really angry? Do you blame me for making the decision without authorization? I know better..."
Before he finished speaking, tears suddenly burst out of Lu Yao's eyes and fell on the back of his hand.
He seemed frightened by the crystal tears. The back of his hands felt inexplicably hot. He was at a loss to wipe the broken tears from the corners of her eyes: "Bao'er, don't cry. Don't cry. Just hit me!"
His chest was tight, his heart was balled up by the tears, and he almost suffocated.
Wen Luyao pushed his hand away hard, turned her head and sniffed: "You are not afraid of death, you are a great hero!"
Xue Zhengdong knew that she was worried, and a warm sun shone in his heart, which was both sour and soft.
"I have serious and serious problems..."
"You're so serious! That's ten kilograms of explosives, enough to blow you to pieces! Fortunately, I didn't marry you, otherwise I would have been a widow at such a young age." Wen Luyao sniffed again.
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Xue Zhengdong couldn't help laughing.
Seeing that he still had the nerve to smile, Wen Luyao hit him on the shoulder: "Why are you laughing?"
"You haven't married me yet, and you want to make me a widow?" Xue Zhengdong couldn't help laughing, "Bao'er, you treat me so well."
Wen Luyao: "What's the use? You don't take your life seriously. You're the only one who's great. Since you don't think it's dangerous, why don't you ask the boys in your class to carry him out?"
Xue Zhengdong: "..."
Seeing that he had nothing to say, Wen Luyao immediately became more reasonable: "Look! I knew you were a wolf-hearted person and you wouldn't cherish it if you cheated me."
"I cherish it!" Xue Zhengdong immediately took her hand, put it to her lips and kissed it, "I cherish it."
When I heard that Lu Yao was not angry at all, she just felt uncomfortable and felt very sorry for him.
If he really died in an explosion, there wouldn't even be anyone to break the basin for him.
Tears welled up in her eyes again.
Xue Zhengdong came closer and kissed her tears gently. The tears were slightly salty and bitter, but they were sweet in his heart.
After hearing this, Lu Yao pushed him away and said, "What are you licking? It's so dirty! Don't you have mysophobia?"
"For you, no." Xue Zhengdong said.
He had never been able to imagine kissing anyone else.
His saliva is so dirty that he won't even eat food that has been touched by others, let alone exchanging saliva?
He had seen young men and women kissing at the door of an apartment abroad. At that time, he put himself in the situation and thought about it. His stomach was churning and he almost vomited out his overnight meal.
However, when he saw Wen Luyao, he wanted to kiss her.
He tried it in the Li family's Baoxiatou room.
The lips touched lightly, and he felt the moisture on her lips. At that time, his stomach did not rebel and wanted to vomit, but there was a vague itching somewhere in his heart.
He licked his lips afterwards, feeling thirsty and itchy, wanting to kiss her deeper and swallow her breath.
And then finally got what he wanted.
Kissing Wen Luyao, he did not feel any physical discomfort.
Perhaps, he has never been mysophobic, he is just hypocritical and dislikes vulgar and ordinary people.
"I seriously suspect that you are deceiving me." Wen Luyao muttered, "Actually, I really want to grab your ears and scold you, but I don't dare."