小保姆又软又多汁 (H)

Comfort

A sleek and expensive Bentley slowly drove in the brightly lit night.

        The driver, Lao Zheng, calmly controlled the steering wheel. In the back seat sat Pei Nanshi, who looked stern, and Xia Yuan, who was sobbing.

        They had just left the Municipal Public Security Bureau after taking statements. After the police told Xia Yuan that it was difficult to recover the money in online fraud cases like this, Xia Yuan had this haggard expression. Afraid of disturbing Pei Nanshi, he kept suppressing his crying, and only his big eyeballs kept flowing out of his eye sockets.

        Pei Nanshi was a person's distance away from him, and he kept looking at the sad person without saying a word, feeling irritated and bitter in his heart.

        This idiot, I told you that people on the Internet can't be trusted. If you don't listen to him, you deserve to be cheated.

        Why is the little slut crying so pitifully? It's just three thousand yuan. If it's gone, it's gone. It's good that the person is still here. He has plenty of money. As long as you admit your mistake and promise him that you will never chat with people online again, he will give you not only three thousand but thirty million.

        Honey, don't cry.

        Pei Nanshi felt that his tears fell into his chest like lemon vinegar, soaking his whole heart and making it sour and painful.

        He uncontrollably took out two tissues to wipe his tears. When Xia Yuan looked at him with red eyes, he paused for a moment, still keeping a calm face, but his hands did not stop moving, and gently wiped away the tears on his face bit by bit.

        Xia Yuan blinked and looked at him blankly, his eyes full of sadness and regret.
"Don't cry." Pei Nanshi wiped his tears and comforted him unskillfully: "The police just said it's hard to get it back, not that it's impossible to get it back."

        It was a subconscious softening tone, and he himself didn't even notice it.

        Lao Zheng in the front row couldn't help but dilate his pupils and tried to stay calm.

        Lao Zheng: I heard it wrong, the young master knows how to comfort people, and he comforts people in such a human tone.

        "But, the police uncle said that online fraudsters are very cunning, and it's almost impossible to catch them, woo woo." Xia Yuan said with sobs, crying miserably.

        "That's his excuse for his incompetence." Pei Nanshi said, "Don't worry, no matter how cunning the scammers are, they can't escape the earth, right? There will always be someone who can catch them. Your money can be recovered."

        Xia Yuan still looked sad and desperate, and tears never stopped falling.

        I really don't know where this little thing got so much water, it can flow from the bottom and the top.

        He thought inappropriately, and then cursed himself after thinking.

        Damn, he can still think of that at this time, he is really a beast.
"Wow, but what if they have already spent all my money by the time they catch me? I still can't get my money back." Xia Yuan was not moved by his comfort. He was so sad when he thought about the three thousand yuan that was gone forever.

        Pei Nanshi's heart ached because of his crying, but he also knew that people who were in a bad mood would not listen to too warm advice.

        "Don't cry." He lowered his tone and looked at him sharply, as if he was forcing him to accept it with a tough attitude: "You don't have to believe what the police say, but you must believe what I say. If I say your money can be returned, it will definitely be returned."