Only Zhou Renjun knew about Qiao Wen’s identity. In this arrest, to the other policemen, he was the only one under Jiang Jiyong’s.
After the ship docked, Zhou Renjun arranged for his horse to disappear into the night, together with Xu Mengde, a young man in the South Sea.
Zhou Renjun’s target was only the Lu Handong group. Jiang Jiyong was just acting as a tool among them. In order not to make things worse, he reported that he was just an intermediary, so he did not prosecute him with great fanfare and only expelled him directly.
But Young Master Jiang thought that his dear Brother Xu had successfully escaped that night, he secretly rejoiced, and worried about his brother. Before leaving the city, he quietly asked people to inquire about the other party’s whereabouts.
As everyone knows, there is no Nanyang that is much wider than Mengde in this world.
Of course, this is a story.
On this turbulent night, Qiao Wen returned to the villa. It was already five o’clock in the morning, the sky was still dark, and the hills were so quiet that only insects were left. The people in the villa were still meeting with the weekly convention and didn’t know that he came back quietly.
He went into the bathroom lightly, tore off the beard from his face, and carefully washed his face with soap. Looking into the mirror, the unremarkable Nanyang youth turned back to the familiar little white-faced Qiao Wen.
He chuckled lightly in relief, finding that he was still more comfortable with this face.
Back in the room, on his big bed, he was lying on his back.
Chen Jianan was very sound asleep this time. When he lay gently beside him, the other party only groaned and did not wake up.
Qiao Wen turned his head and stared silently at the face that had not been seen for a few days, bending his lips unconsciously, and then fell asleep in a long-lost sleep in his sleepiness.
Chen Jianan did not know the actions of the police, but honestly prayed that Qiao Wen would be safe and return home as soon as possible. Before 7 o’clock in the morning, he woke up from a beautiful dream and was fascinated by the taste of the dream. Suddenly, he felt something wrong. He touched his hand suspiciously, and the touch in the dream became so real that he suddenly opened his eyes.
But I saw that Qiao Wen was alive, lying in his arms.
He was overjoyed immediately. He was about to shake the person to wake up, but suddenly he realized that the other person was a little blue now, which was caused by fatigue.
After nine o’clock, the Hao Tsai downstairs saw that his brother hadn’t moved yet, holding a newspaper he had just received, and hurriedly ran up and said: “Brother! Wu Zhunyun has been arrested, and Lu Handong is also wanted. La.”
The door was not closed, he pushed in and saw his elder brother holding Qiao Wen with a smirk on his face.
Hao Tsai has always had little roots, and his two brothers have been close to each other since childhood. He has long been used to seeing this. He didn’t think this scene was unusual. He was only surprised: “Brother Awen is back!”
Chen Jianan came back to his senses and scolded angrily: “Be quiet! Don’t quarrel with Xiao Qiao.”
Hao Tsai quickly covered his mouth, tiptoed forward, and raised the newspaper in front of him. Chen Jianan glanced at the headline and couldn’t help but feel exasperated. No wonder Xiao Qiao came back. It turned out that the matter had been settled silently.
Don’t tell him in advance? I must be afraid of him worrying.
Qiao Wen was probably really sleepy, and Hao Zai didn’t wake him up with this movement, only whispered and turned over.
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