Zhou Yihe and the others sensed something was wrong and glared at Lan Shuang fiercely: "Just wait for me."
Then he tried to run, but Lan Shuang warned him from behind, "Hey, if you run, you'll be caught. They might even come to the school to block you tomorrow. That would be even more embarrassing."
888 heard Lan Shuang's smiling voice and said, "Host, your tone is so nice~"
Lan Shuang snorted and laughed: "Give them tea to death."
Zhou Yihe and the others didn't dare to leave after hearing this. Han Yiran was unwilling to accept this and whispered, "That shouldn't be the case, right? The police are so busy, how can they have the time to keep an eye on a group of students?"
"I heard that. The police officers are more concerned about the physical and mental health of minors. Don't worry, they will not take it lightly."
Han Yiran: “…”
As they were talking, a police car came from not far away with sirens blaring and stopped at the school gate. The policeman waved his hand and took all of them away.
Lan Shuang and Qin Zhou, as victims, went to take statements. Before leaving, the police officer asked the owner of the milk tea shop for a replay.
…
After arriving at the police station and taking the statement, Lan Shuang sat on a bench outside waiting for her parents to come and pick her up. Qin Zhou came a little later than her. This girl was not only a top student and a school beauty, but also had first-class acting skills. As soon as she entered the door, she made a tearful accusation, blaming her behavior of throwing her schoolbag because she was too scared.
While Lan Shuang admired him, she felt that it was unnecessary. After all, compared with the row of colorful hair next to them, she and Qin Zhou were too pure.
The police officers knew what was going on at a glance. They had dealt with this kind of situation too many times.
"They're all writing self-criticisms inside. I took a look and it's 3,000 words long. They can't leave until they finish. And they have to be picked up by their parents. Otherwise, they won't be released."
Qin Zhou came out and leaned over to Lan Shuang and whispered, "That's awesome! This is the first time I've been to a police station in my life."
Lan Shuang pursed her lips. It was dinner time and there were not many people in the corridor. From time to time, the aroma of braised beef noodles wafted from a room, making her hungry.
She leaned back in her chair and said weakly, "This is their retribution."
"By the way, how are you going to get home later? Who will pick you up?" Qin Zhou looked at his expensive watch and said, "My dad will have the driver pick me up later. Come with me, I'll take you home."
"No, I just called my brother and he will pick me up in a while."
Lan Shuang raised her relatively new cell phone and shook it.
Qin Zhou's attention was not on that. Instead, he asked curiously, "Your brother? You have a brother? I haven't heard of him. How old is he? Is he nice to you?"
"he……"
"Frost."
A deep and pleasant voice came from far away with a hint of helplessness.
Qin Zhou turned his head and saw a boy with a thin waist and long legs coming towards him against the light.
Lan Shuang stood up immediately: "Brother!"
Qin Zhou's eyes lit up, and he whispered to Lan Shuang as he looked at the person approaching. "Your brother is so handsome. You two don't look alike..."
"Of course, not my biological brother."
Lan Shuang said this and went to meet him.
Mu Yan raised his hand to take the schoolbag from her hand and casually put it on one shoulder, with a suit jacket hanging in the crook of his other arm.
Only then did Lan Shuang notice that he was dressed a little too formally and didn't look like someone who had been off work for a long time.
“You are…”
Mu Yan raised his hand to loosen his tie, then unbuttoned a button on his white shirt. He first glanced at the situation in the corridor, then at the person in front of him, looking him up and down. After confirming that he was not injured, he visibly relaxed and raised his hand to ruffle Lan Shuang's hair. "I just came down from the wine table. I got a client today. I received your call when I was sending him out, so I hurried over. How is it?"
"I'm fine. The others are still writing their self-criticisms inside."
Lan Shuang casually recounted what had just happened. Mu Yan nodded, looked at Qin Zhou behind him, and said gently, "Thank you for helping Shuang Shuang. Let her treat you to a meal some other day."
"It's nothing. She and I are classmates. It's just a small favor."
Qin Zhou waved her hands nonchalantly. She still felt a little embarrassed in front of the handsome guy, especially since the man in front of her had too strong a masculine scent. It wasn't the smell, but the invisible aura that was very oppressive, making her feel like she was facing an elder at home.
Mu Yan smiled and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. "It's nothing to do. Not helping is my duty, but helping is a favor. I should thank you. Will your parents come to pick you up? Do you want me to give you a ride?"
Qin Zhou shook his head: "No, my dad will be here soon."
"Okay, we'll be leaving first. Bye."
Mu Yan turned around and put his hand on Lan Shuang's shoulder: "Let's go, I've taken care of everything."
"Thank you, brother." Lan Shuang turned around and waved to Qin Zhou: "See you tomorrow."
"Okay, see you tomorrow."
Qin Zhou smiled and winked at her.
…
After exiting the police station, Mu Yan took a long step down the stairs, then turned around and looked at Lan Shuang: "Get in the car."
Lan Shuang looked at the second-hand car he bought at a low price and felt an inexplicable sense of disconnection.
An elite in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses driving a shabby and short car doesn't seem to match at all. He deserves a better life.
"Why aren't you talking? Are you in a bad mood?"
Mu Yan opened the back seat and threw his schoolbag in. When he turned around, he found Lan Shuang standing there staring at him without moving. He raised his eyebrows in confusion.
The light of the setting sun danced on the lenses of his glasses, and the refracted light reflected in Lan Shuang's eyes. She lowered her eyes, blinked, and whispered, "No."
However, this look is not convincing at all.
Mu Yan walked forward helplessly, held her arm and pulled her to the passenger seat, opened the door and pushed her in, pulled out the seat belt and buckled it for her, then closed the door and went back to the driver's seat.
He didn't rush to leave. He just sat there, his bony hands on the steering wheel, tapping occasionally. "Lan Shuang?"
Lan Shuang turned around and asked, "Hmm?"
Mu Yan tilted his head to look at her, curled his lips and smiled, "Do you know who I am?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the familiar feeling came over him, and Lan Shuang couldn't help laughing: "You are Mu Yan."
"What else?"
Mu Yan meant something.
"Boy friend."
Lan Shuang hooked her fingers around his and whispered.
However, no matter how quiet the words were, they couldn't escape the system's ears. 888 stared at the screen in bewilderment: "Huh? So fast? Host, what kind of straightforward personality are you going for this time?"
Lan Shuang smiled and pursed her lips. How could 888 be so stupid?
Mu Yan laughed, "You're even backing off. Okay, a boyfriend is a boyfriend."
888: “???”
One dares to call and the other dares to respond?
Was this the original plot? How could he not know? Did he miss it?
888: "You hurt me and just laughed it off"
(End of this chapter)
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