小保姆又软又多汁 (H)

You finally woke up, my dear

The next day, Xia Yuan was obviously in a low mood, his expression was broken, he looked dejected and absent-minded.

        Pei Nanshi ate the salty noodles with a heavy heart.

        Xia Yuan didn't dare to tell his family about being defrauded of money, for fear that his parents would worry.

        After Pei Nanshi left, he sat on the sofa in a daze, with his eyes open and letting the tears flow. He didn't even feel hungry even though he didn't have breakfast.

        At about ten o'clock, the phone rang with a text message.

        But Xia Yuan was not in the mood to read it. He just wanted to silently mourn the three thousand yuan he lost.

        Less than five minutes after crying silently, the phone rang again.

        Xia Yuan looked at it numbly. It was Pei Nanshi calling. He didn't want to answer it, but he had to answer it, because he was his boss.

        He sniffed and tried to calm himself down, but because he had been crying for too long, his voice was still muffled: "Hello, Mr. Pei, what can I do for you?"

        There was silence for a while, and the tone seemed a little worried: "The money has been recovered, why are you still crying?"

        Xia Yuan was stunned for a moment, blinked, blinked away the new tears, and said blankly: "Huh?"
      "Didn't you read the text message?" Pei Nanshi asked.

        "No..."

        Xia Yuan seemed to hear a very light sigh from the other party, and then the voice was clear: "Hurry up and check it out."

        "Oh..."

        Xia Yuan has been crying since last night, and his eyes have become nearsighted. He held the phone very close and looked at it for a long time before he could see it clearly.

        It was a bank collection information, and the amount was exactly the 2,967 yuan he was defrauded of.

        "Oh!"

        He exclaimed, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, tried to open his eyes wide, and read the message over and over again. He read it five times before he was sure that his money was really returned.

        "Mr. Pei, my money is really recovered, 2,967 yuan, not a penny less!" The tone was so brisk that it seemed to jump.

        "Yeah." There was a light hum from

        the other end. "It was transferred to me by a man named Zhao Ying. Who is this, a policeman?" Xia Yuan asked.

"That should be it." The voice on the other end was vague.

        "Oh, does that mean that all the scammers have been caught?"

        "Well, maybe."

        "Wow, the police in the city are so powerful. They caught them in one night." Xia Yuan praised with surprise. In their village, it would take several days to find a lost chicken.

        "By the way, Mr. Pei, which public security bureau did we go to yesterday? Can you send me the address?"

        Pei Nanshi was a little alert: "What are you going to do?"

        "Of course I'm going to thank them!" Xia Yuan couldn't hide his joy.

        "No need."