Chapter 24: Accidental guns and fire

After the meal, Gu Qingqian cleaned up the garbage, occupied the table for Song Junyan to eat, took out many beads and threads, and started to make handicrafts.

On the 70th birthday of Sister Jiang's grandmother, Song Junyan's grandmother, Jiang Jie customized a cheongsam for her pants and invited her to attend the birthday party.

She couldn't go there empty-handedly, so she made a bunch of 18 sons as gifts.

Song Junyan asked for no reason, do you know Wang Jiahong?

Gu Qingqian paused, and did not stop the beading movement and shook his head.

Down to Yunnan? The man asked again.

She still shook her head.

Because I don’t know many people, I answered quickly.

Song Junyan glanced at the screen of his phone, Wu Shanghua?

Gu Qingqian was stunned for a moment, and nodded this time.

Although she didn't know what the man asked these people what to do, she also knew that it should be related to the case and took the initiative to confess that he was Mrs. Wu's son and a colleague from the previous work site.

You did not write his name on the list of suspects before.

After getting along for a while, Song Junyan naturally knew that Mrs. Wu was her VIP client, but she had never heard of the name Wu Shanghua from her.

He had never harassed me. Gu Qingqian thought for a while and said: Wu Shanghua is a lawyer and a gentleman. Even if he has to intersect his work, he still keeps a certain distance... He is a harasser?

But he has never done anything beyond his control.

Song Junyan did not respond positively and asked again: Are you in touch with him?

She shook her head, there are fewer people in other counties and cities, so our time is not synchronized, so it is difficult to get in touch.

After all, they caught the secretly photographer Wang Jiahong on the spot. Why did they suspect Wu Shanghua?

Wu Shanghua has too many absentees to prove that he should not be a harasser...

The information interrogated from Wang Jiahong cannot prove that the owner of the house was in Yunnan and the former owner of Wu Shanghua was involved in the matter. Both of them were in City A and there were sufficient absent proof.

But, the cleaner it was, the more suspicious it was.

There is no reason. Based on his years of intuition to handle cases, these two people must have a ghost.

To be on the safe side, he interrogated in detail.

Who else do you know in Wu family?

I am quite familiar with Mrs. Wu and Wu Shanghua. Her daughter Wu Xincheng is quiet and cold to everyone, so she doesn't have such a thing to talk about.

Do you recognize Mrs. Wu’s husband Wu Qiming?

I have seen it several times, but Mr. Wu is busy and has no chance to speak.

Gu Qingqian could not stop the man's suspicion, so she could only try to speak well: The Wu family is very good, treats people with moderation, never threatens them with kindness, and is better than the Yu family...

Thinking of the Yu family, her eyes became dark.

After the Yu family's accident, Song Junyan was by her side. He understood her mood. He raised his hand and pointed the middle of her eyebrows. His eyebrows continued to frown, and they would have wrinkles.

Gu Qingqian's eyebrows were not relaxed and suddenly asked: Do you like my face?

Song Junyan was stunned, not understanding her meaning, and nodded honestly.

The Song family loves beauty in inheritance, his mother is like this, and grandma is even more so. She doesn’t look at anything when she chooses a wife. It doesn’t matter if she is lazy and can’t cook. As long as she is beautiful, everything is reasonable.

A little woman was born well and charming. In ancient times, she was the culprit of the country's destruction. How could a big man not be moved?

She sat next to him and pointed at herself, I was an orphan.

Gu Qingqian's face was tense and serious.

Song Junyan only felt cute, and rubbed her hair and said: I know.

In the past, I regarded Wenxinyuan as my home, and the dean often took me back to the Yu family. At that time, everyone treated me very well... However, after high school, many things changed. Shawn Yue secretly took pictures of me. He originally thought he was joking. It was not until he found out about his camera while taking a shower that I realized that he looked at him in a wrong way...

She pressed her nails into the flesh on her cheeks and said in a deep voice: I hate my face.

I wish I could destroy it with my own hands.

Song Junyan understood what she was confused about.

He pulled away her self-harm hand, pecked her mouth lightly, and recalled: I was always chased by girls before.

Gu Qingqian was stunned. Are you sexually harassing others?

Otherwise, how could he be chased?

Song Junyan's mouth twitched, I looked pretty good in high school.

She was very suspicious, her phoenix eyes widened, as if she was about to see a clue.

Sister Jiang always said that when she was a child, this man looked like a monkey and a rough man, and it would be fine if he had no clumsy face. His face was wrinkled like an old man in his seventies or eighties. It was embarrassing to take him out...

Could it be that Sister Jiang lied to her?

No, she believes in Sister Jiang.

When Song Junyan looked at this look, he guessed how his mother instilled in people that she had an ugly son in the family. He decided to ignore the little look and said to himself: Once, they didn't know where to get my address and chased me to my door. When my mother saw it, I felt embarrassed and was so angry that they sprinkled water on them and drove the people away...

She guessed, Sister Jiang scolded you?

I told her that she was harassed like this every day, so she simply scratched her face, saving effort and worry... He curled his lips, do you know what she replied?

Gu Qingqian thought about Sister Jiang’s daily speaking style and said: ...You are ugly enough, don’t torture yourself?

Gu Qianqian, do you deserve a lesson?

Song Junyan grabbed her lower palate and bit her red lips hard.

She scolded: Song Junyan, are you a dog?

I belong to Gu Qingqian.

Song Junyan turned into a big dog hooligan and licked the corners of his lips, making her face turn red.

Gu Qingqian couldn't say anything about him, and bulged his face and lowered his head to continue stringing jade beads. The man's voice suddenly rang.

My mother said, those who like you will still like you no matter how ugly you are; those who hate you will still pay attention to you even if you are ordinary.

Gu Qingqian was confused.

Song Junyan pinched her cheek, she was shallow, her appearance could not be changed. There is no need for you to hate your appearance because of others. There will always be someone who sees you well and treats you sincerely.

Her thoughts moved, her lips pursed and she cried.

Understood?The man couldn't stand the beauty and burst into tears and quickly spoke.

Gu Qingqian pressed the corner of his eyes and nodded and replied: I understand.

Can you twist a towel for me?

Song Junyan could not touch the water when his wound was wound, so he asked her to wipe his body with a wet towel.

He wiped the front himself, smeared his back a few times, bent down to wipe his feet, but pressed the wound that had just been removed from the sneezing medicine. He couldn't help but hiss.

Seeing this, Gu Qingqian didn't dislike it. She took the towel and covered it with his big feet, pressed it on the towel and wiped it up.

The man's feet had many and hard hairs, and he still stuck her hands through the towel.

It doesn't hurt, it's a little itchy, and it feels very strange.

The towel was applied to her knees and was blocked by her pants. She glanced at her and hesitated, blushing and asked him to do it by herself.

Song Junyan didn't have that kind of mind at first. Seeing her expression, the tent quickly supported in her pants, exuding thick hormones.

He asked: Do Qianqian know why we need to clear the gun before we go on mission?

She simply thought he was referring to work and shook her head to respond.

Those phoenix eyes were as innocent as a newborn kitten, which made him feel a lot of evil thoughts.

The gun needs to be maintained so that the gun will not get fire.

Song Junyan grabbed Gu Qingqian's hand, reached into his pants, held the gun, and cleaned it up and down.

I felt a hot iron rod in my hand. The hot rod burned her skin and blushed her cheeks and neck.

The man was panting and moaning heavily in his throat. She felt embarrassed when she heard it. She closed her eyes and bulged with him. She even deliberately made her palms grind the muzzle and stained with fishy mucus.

He suddenly let out a low roar, and thick white liquid sprayed from the muzzle, hitting her palm, making her hand burn.

Gu Qingqian jumped, held the towel randomly and wiped the sticky ones dry, and ran to the bathroom.

Song Jun was in a good mood and could do another shot, but the wound on his abdomen was not allowed. He could only look at the little woman's back running dryly, thinking about his slim figure and fantasizing.