D F T F Chapter 82: Scalding tears.

Early the next morning, an alarm clock woke Han Bin. He was really relieved from the fatigue, because last night he only drank half a bottle of wine, no more, no less, just right, and when he got home he took a shower and slept regularly.

After Han Bin had woken up, he washed up and ran to his parents' house downstairs for breakfast, and as soon as he opened the door, Wang Huifang, who was in the kitchen heard something: “Dear Bin, are you there?"

"Hmm."

"Wash your hands and prepare to eat."

"What to eat?" Han Bin asked.

"Dumplings."

"So extravagant eating dumplings early in the morning?" Han Bin was a little surprised.

“I made them yesterday, and you didn't come back. There are a lot of dumplings left. I fried them this morning,” Wang Huifang said.

Dumplings are really delicious, but leftover dumplings taste great when fried.

"Where is dad?"

"He said that over the next two days there will be a lot of tourists and a lot of business in the area, so he left without breakfast."

“Old Comrade Wang, there are times when I'm busy, which makes me feel a lot more balanced,” Han Bin imitated his father by smiling.

"There is polenta in the jar, and the dumplings will be ready immediately."

Han Bin took the bowl of polenta and filled another dish with vinegar.

Soon after, Wang Huifang came with a plate that contained fried dumplings and a meat sausage. This meat sausage is easy to store and eats. It is put in the refrigerator at night and can be eaten by heating it in the morning.

Han Weidong likes to eat meat sausage, but Wang Huifang finds it unhealthy. In her words, good meat has been sold, and meat sausages bought outside are certainly unmade with good meat. One day she refused to leave the meat sausages on the table.

We can say there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom. Father Han Weidong is a proven executive; so naturally, he won't be confused by this trivial question. One day he inquired about a store that made sausages, bought some meat on his own, and watched the sausages being made. This way he was able to assure his wife that the ingredients are clean and that she can eat them without worry.

The hygiene problem was solved; Wang Huifang did not prevent the meat sausage from being served on the table. Firstly, because it tastes great, the husband and the son love it, secondly, the dumplings are easy to prepare. Put them in the cold room at night and fry them in a pan in the morning.

"Son, are you resting this Saturday?"

“I have a never-ending job. I just caught the suspect and closed the case yesterday. The files, confessions, transcripts, and proceedings have yet to be sorted. I have to work more than usual today. "

"Eat well; you don't bother to eat when you're busy."

Han Bin nodded and started to feast, he ate his own fried dumplings in three different ways. The first way is to taste the original taste of the fried dumplings. The second, he soaked them in old Jinju vinegar. The third way, he put the fried meatballs in the polenta. Each of these methods is the Dharma with different flavors.

In no time, a bowl of polenta, a meat sauce, and a plate of fried dumplings were eaten. Han Bin was satisfied with his portion of food, regardless of the quantity and quality of delicacies, it was his mother's kitchen to eat comfortably.

It was another busy day in the sub-office. Various signatures, stamps, and procedures were very onerous. This is not to say the police station is deliberately procrastinating, but each case is of great importance, and a slight indifference will have a huge impact.

After finishing work, it was already past three in the afternoon. Han Bin made a cup of tea, stretched his waist, and was about to sit up and take a good rest.

"Ding Dong." A familiar sound came from his head:

[Micro-expression: Skills +5]

[The merit award is 12 points.]

This is the third case detected by the second group this month. Han Bin's merit points this month total 29 points.

[Micro-expression skill +11.]

Following this trend, within three or four months, Han Bin's micro-expression skills can be paid back in installments.

Han Bin was in a good mood. Tomorrow is Sunday. If there is no temporary case, he will be able to take a day off, think about where to go to play, and reward himself but from what just happened, he will not have rest for a long time because there was a clamor outside that interrupted his thoughts.

......

In the police room, Liu Jing Xiang was pacing up and down, looking a little irritated.

Before he finished making his statement and proving the case had nothing to do with him, he was released by the sub-office, but before he had time to be happy. , he saw his wife had been arrested. As to why she was arrested, he was able to guess a bit from the police interrogation at the time, and when he asked the policeman the question, the other party refused to tell him the cause. and only asked him to go home and wait for the news.

How can Liu Jing Xiang standstill? After returning home, he searched for all relevant connections and asked about his wife's involvement in the affair. Because he saw Wu Zekai arrested during the process of taking his statement, he knew there were many police officers on this case, and he really got to know some of them.

The more Liu Jing Xiang knew about the case, the angrier he got.

Yesterday he learned he could come to the sub-office to identify someone. Last night, he drank a lot of alcohol and had a hangover in the morning; he hesitated for a long time whether he should come to the police station to identify this person. In the end, he came and wanted to clarify this matter, above all, what is the relationship between his wife and the suspect? ~ Where did the two develop their relationship? ~

Over the years he has driven a big truck in hard work day and night regardless of heat and cold, for who has he put up with all of this?

He didn't know how long he waited before Tian Li took Cui Xiao Fang outside. He saw her at a glance; her face was dark and terrified. She lowered her head and did not dare to look at her husband. After opening her mouth several times, she let out a slight cry: "Jing Xiang."

Liu Jing Xiang stared at her, biting his posterior molars: "Let's talk, what's your relation to this case?"

“I am innocent. I have nothing to do with this case. Mr. Police officer can prove my innocence,” Cui Xiao Fang said hurriedly.

"Mr. Police officer, was she telling the truth?" Liu Jing Xiang asked.

Tian Li glanced at Liu Jing Xiang and said lightly: “She really has nothing to do with the case. She cooperated with the police in handling the case. Don't leave the area yet, stay available 24 hours a day."

“Mr. Police officer, I'm not asking that.”

"Then what?"

Liu Jing Xiang hesitated for a moment, looked around, gritted his teeth, and said: "I mean, is my wife's relationship with the suspect innocent? Did Cui Xiao Fang do anything to ask the apologies to me?”

"I'm a policeman, not an entertainment reporter. This kind of private matter is not under my control. You can know when you're going home and ask whoever is involved, do you understand?" Tian Li said.

"Mr. Police officer, you should be clear about this. Please help me prove that Wu Zekai and Xiao Fang have an innocent relationship." Liu Jing Xiang reached out his hand, holding Tian Li's arm, with a prayerful look on his face.

"Go back, let go of me, fucking little horse, I'll pump you!"

Liu Jing Xiang was angry, and his hand rushed straight up and slapped Cui Xiao Fang's face with a slap.

"Paf!"

There was a clear sound.

"Stop!" Tian Li glared and scolded: "If you dare to hit someone at the police station, will that push your angry back?"

Liu Jing Xiang did not take Tian Li's warning to heart. It was just a skinny policewoman who backed up when he hit his wife. What could she do to him?

"Woo ..." Cui Xiao Fang shouted in a loud voice.

"You always have the face to cry on!" Liu Jing Xiang got even angrier and was about to slap her with a backhand.

Tian Li's eyes were sharp and she grabbed Liu Jing Xiang's arm and used the grappling hook technique. With a twist of her wrist, a twist of her arm, and a hook, the movements were smooth and clean.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

Liu Jing Xiang was thrown directly to the ground.

“Husband, husband, you are fine,” Cui Xiao Fang worried.

Liu Jing Xiang closed his eyes, furious, furious, and helpless. A tear fell from the corner of his eyes for two reasons; one he had been betrayed by his wife and the other he was pressed by the policewoman on the ground, he was a man with no confidence in himself.

I don't want to live this day!

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