Outright Favoritism Chapter 678: : The fish that slipped through the net

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The man's cold gaze fell on the police officer as if actually, the latter's back was chilled, he hurriedly said to disturb, turned and trot into the police car.

The rear-seat window slowly lowered, Li Qiao leaned against the window frame and raised her chin, "Remember to pick up Mojue for me."

In response, Shang Yu lowered his eyelids.

In a flash, the police car drove out of Manor Avenue.

Luo Yu looked at Shang Yu's back with frowning eyebrows, opened her lips several times, but made no sound.

The man turned around and turned back until he couldn't see the taillights of the police car.

Luo Yu looked at him with a rare dissatisfaction in his eyes, "Boss, why don't you call the General Administration?"

As long as he makes a phone call, the matter will be solved.

Why let the policeman take Li Qiao away?

Shang Yujunyan stepped up the front steps coldly, his thin lips pursed white, he completely ignored Luo Yu's inquiry, and whispered, "Go back to the old house."

He can do it, but it's not necessary.

Those people have already started actions against Li Qiao, if he blocks, the other party will have other means to continue to use it.

Because from now on, she has been in the game and can't avoid it.

……

In the old house of the Shang family, Shang Yu walked into the tea room, and Shang Zonghai just hung up the phone.

The sky is overcast and the clouds are thick.

Behind the man is a large gray cumulus cloud.

The eyes of the father and son meet in the air, and there is a faint sense of tension.

Housekeeper Xiao probed inside with a worried face. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Shang Zonghai wave his hand, "Go ahead."

The double doors of the room were closed and Shang Yu sat in the Grand Master's chair opposite the tea table, folded his legs and lit his cigarette, "This is your purpose?"

Shang Zonghai turned the medical book in his hand, so he took a quick look at him, "Is the girl really taken away?"

"There is your eyeliner in the manor, why ask more?"

Shang Yu turned his head and blew out a thin puff of smoke. The smoke was mixed with the fragrance of tea, but the atmosphere became more and more stalemate.

Shang Zonghai turned the page unhurriedly and looked down and said: "Those people protect girls, don't you know?"

"You know what I am asking."

The conversation between the father and son seemed to answer the question.

But there is a game of gunpowder and smoke invisible.

Shang Zonghai paused his eyes, looked up from the medical book, and pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose, "I heard she went to the police station of her own accord?"

Shang Yu pinched the cigarette with his fingers, his eyes as deep as ink, "In order to push her on the road of Mu's family, you must work hard."

"You are wrong." Shang Zonghai put down the medical book, took a sip of tea, "If she doesn't want to, no matter how hard I work, it will be in vain."

The man was silent, but the dignified cold light of his eyes became more and more pressing.

Shang Zonghai is as steady as Mount Tai, leaning over to pick up a cigarette case, and draw out a cigarette, "Shao Yan, some things are destined to hide. Don't think that I know everything but deliberately want to hide you. An accident happened to the Mu family back then. That day, I happened to be temporarily transferred from Parma. When I heard the news, it was already the next day and everything was too late."

He pressed the lighter, and puffed up the cigarette a few times, "I never take this kind of trick of adjusting the tiger away from the mountain, but I am wrong because I believe in the strength of the Mu family too much."

At this time, Shang Yu flicked the soot indifferently, "Are you really sure she is the child of the Mu family?"

Shang Zonghai's action of delivering cigarettes into his mouth paused, and the eyes behind the lenses showed a slight smile, "I sent it to Nanyang myself, so how could it be wrong?"

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Shang Yu raised his eyelids steeply, "You?"

Shang Zonghai sighed in sorrow, "Mu's generation of juniors died three prematurely. Aofan and Yilan have long felt that the surging of various forces is very unusual, so they should After giving birth to the girl in Nian, I asked me to send it to Nanyang Li's house."

The man's Adam's apple undulates, his voice is a little hoarse, "then?"

Shang Zonghai got up from the table and strolled around the tea stand, recalling the narrative: "I was sent away by me the day after the girl was born. Yilan declared that the child was a dead baby. Later... For half a month, something happened to the Mu family."

……

Meanwhile, the Old Town Police Station.

Li Qiao sat in the inquiry room and waited for half an hour.

The large one-way mirror on the left reflects her delicate and cold profile. She didn't move a mouthful of the cold and warm water on the table. She occasionally swept over the mirror next to her, her eyes slightly mocking.

She was holding the phone and playing the game quietly.

Behind you, above your head, is a camera with a flashing red dot.

Next to the one-way mirror, several police officers were observing Li Qiao while discussing something in a low voice.

Not long after, the door of the office was knocked, and the police officers turned their heads in unison. Seeing the old man walking by the deputy chief, he immediately said hello politely, "Ming, you are here."

The head of the Ming family, Ming Zhiyuan is over eighty years old.

The old man walked in slowly in a gray Tang suit. Looking at the one-way mirror, his slightly muddy eyes stared at Li Qiao non-stop.

"Ming Lao, she went to the Cultural Park yesterday with the young master of the Shang clan. They are still waiting for interrogation, so don't be too anxious."

The land of the Cultural Park belongs to the Ming family.

Now that the cultural park under the jurisdiction of the government is on fire, if the truth is not investigated as soon as possible, I am afraid it will be difficult to stop the public, and I will not be able to explain it to the old man.

Ming Zhiyuan stood in front of the mirror and saw Li Qiao's face up close, as if he had gone back to thirty years ago.

Jing Yilan, the high-spirited woman who has subverted the entire stock market pattern, almost perfectly overlaps the face in front of her.

She is Jing Yilan's child, there is no doubt about it.

It’s no wonder that the Mu family claimed that Jing Yilan gave birth to a dead baby.

Ming Zhiyuan's figure swayed slightly, holding the corner of the table with one hand, pinching the temples on both sides and kneading it, "You follow the process for interrogation, no matter what the result is, my Ming family's land cannot be lost in vain." /

Several police officers inadvertently looked at the deputy chief with embarrassed expressions.

Ming Zhiyuan is a direct loss, so it is only natural for others to demand compensation.

But behind this girl is Pama Shang, a family of Chinese medicine practitioners who have a close relationship with the chief.

Can't afford to offend both sides.

Receiving the look from the police officers for help, the deputy chief made a secret gesture to tell them to stay calm.

After that, he smiled and sent Ming Zhiyuan away.

Outside the corridor, Ming Chengxun walked hurriedly when he saw the figure of the old man, and nodded to the deputy chief, the two grandpa and grandson left the police station silently.

"Grandpa, I'm not wrong, is it very similar."

Ming Zhiyuan's eyes became more and more muddy. I don't know what he remembered, and his sigh kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth, "It's a sin, it's a sin."

Ming Chengxun was puzzled. He supported his arms and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa, why do you say that? You have kept that portrait, and the person on it should be your old man. How could it be? Commit crimes?"

Ming Zhiyuan turned a deaf ear to his inquiry and kept talking about him all the way, and his spirit became a little dazed.

Some fish slipped through the net after all...