"I didn't say that." Lu Hui frowned.

"Oh, what about you for the New Year this year?" Lu Qingqiong sneered.

Lu Hui raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I'd rather be kidnapped than go home?"

"I didn't say that." Lu Qingqiong replied.

Angrily, Lu Hui stared at Lu Qingqiong, like an unyielding wild dog: "You guys don't want me, so you poured all the dirty water on me now?"

"What's wrong?" A female voice broke the deadlock, and Song Min walked in and looked at the two who looked like bulls.

"It's nothing, let's go." Lu Qingqiong looked at his wife, "Let my son stay for a while."

"Yeah." Song Ji nodded and turned around without looking at Lu Hui.

Early in the morning, Ji Fanyang stepped into the director's office: "High Bureau."

"Xiao Ji, you don't look very energetic." Gao Zhengcheng looked up at Ji Fanyang.

Ji Fanyang smiled reluctantly and put the document on the mahogany desk: "Gao Ju, I resign."

Volume 5: Old Stories

Chapter 54 Two years

"Solving a case is a very cool word." The neatly dressed teacher stepped down from the podium. "Do you have any fantasies about tracking serial killers?"

The students couldn't help laughing, and a female student raised her hand: "Mr. Song, I have fantasies of being a stalker."

"It's best not to say it here." The handsome and tall teacher blinked, "This is the classroom of Public Security University."

"You've been arrested." The boys next to him roared.

"I'll go to your office and surrender myself after class," the female classmate said boldly.

The teacher raised his left hand with a smile, revealing the delicate watch on his wrist: "There is a master."

The students burst into laughter.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang at the right time, and Teacher Song picked up the book on the podium: "That's all for today. Next Tuesday, I will hand in a three-thousand-word essay, and the get out of class will be over."

Mr. Song stood on the podium and watched the students leave one after another. The plain glasses blocked the cold eyes, making him appear elegant and intellectual.

"Mr. Song Qingchuan." A woman walked into the classroom and asked with a smile, "Have lunch together?"

"No." Song Qingchuan refused.

"Anything else at noon?" the woman asked.

Song Qingchuan gave her a cold look: "Well."

The woman twitched the corner of her lower lip: "I wonder what Mr. Lu would think?"

"Do you think that if you threaten me with my dad, I will be able to eat with you?" Song Qingchuan didn't even move his eyebrows. "You can tell my dad everything about me and see what he has to say." He half rolled up. Sleeves, exposed honey-colored arms, and a few white scars still remain on the forearm, "Why do you think my parents care about my whereabouts?"

Women are dumbfounded.

Song Qingchuan picked up the book and walked off the podium, passing the woman: "It's best not to be too assertive and read less romance novels."

"Bingshan handsome man." The man leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed smiled and looked at Song Qingchuan, "Song son."

"You should also read less romance novels." Song Qingchuan frowned in disgust, far from his deceptively gentle and good-natured talk in class.

"Let your dad read less romance novels." The man walked side by side with Song Qingchuan, "I'll point you to a girlfriend,

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What about a blind date? "

Song Qingchuan rolled his eyes: "My family is not a wealthy family, and she is not a slum poor idiot, why did the wealthy family have a blind date?"

"What about the mysterious lady who gave you the watch?" The man bumped Song Qingchuan with his elbow. "Wouldn't it be a slum poor white lotus flower?"

"...It's poor breasts." Song Qingchuan coughed, "Feng Ya, enough is enough."

"Okay okay, continue to eat in the cafeteria?" Feng Ya asked.

Song Qingchuan nodded, rubbing his left wristband back and forth with his right hand: "I'm trapped in this damn university."

"Guest lecturer at Donghua Public Security University, what else are you dissatisfied with?" Feng Ya raised an eyebrow, "Except for not getting married, everything is perfect."

"Perfect shit." Song Qingchuan walked into the cafeteria and found a seat to sit down, "You go get dinner."

"...What are your legs for?" Feng Ya glared at Song Qingchuan and turned to go to the window to buy food.

Song Qingchuan looked at Feng Ya's back, thinking of the gentle young man from a long time ago, he subconsciously covered the watchband with his palm.

After Lu Hui woke up, Lu Qingqiong and Song Ji gave him a new identity. Lu Qingqiong said, "The process went smoothly. Your director may have submitted an undercover file for you."

The new name followed Song Ji's surname and took the homonym of his parents, and Lu Hui changed his name to Song Qingchuan.

At first, he was not used to the new name. After he joined the Public Security University to teach, every time his colleagues and students called him Teacher Song, he had to respond for a few seconds. But his excellent professional skills allowed him to integrate into the role as soon as possible, playing a suave college teacher. Song Qingchuan met Feng Ya at the Public Security University. To be precise, Feng Ya was brought by Lu Qingqiong to accompany Song Qingchuan to relieve his boredom. Moreover, Feng Ya is Song Jin's nephew and Song Qingchuan's cousin.

"Missing your little girlfriend from afar?" Feng Ya put two dishes on the table and smiled narrowly, "Spring is here, and our Iceberg Prince is going to melt."

"Spring is almost over." Song Qingchuan said angrily, "Feng Ya, aren't you chasing a rich girl recently?"

"I didn't expect you to be interested in gossip." Feng Ya took a bite of the pickled cucumber.

"Why, can't catch up?" Song Qingchuan picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks, "I have self-knowledge."

"Hey, I call it a rapid retreat." Feng Ya said, "a wise move."

"Oh." Song Qingchuan chewed the chicken in an uninteresting manner.

"I heard that you were molested by a female classmate again in class?" Feng Ya winked, "Tell me, is it interesting to deceive a girl's heart?"

"Where did I deceive?" Song Qingchuan raised his wrist to reveal his watch, "Is it not obvious enough?"

"I suspect that you bought this watch for your own special use to block the knife." Feng Ya said, "It's been almost two years, and I've never seen the person who gave you the watch come to see you."

"Online dating." Song Qingchuan said.

"Bullshit." Feng Ya picked up a piece of fried liver, "Can you eat it?"

"No." Song Qingchuan moved the plate in disgust. He remembered the days of grabbing snacks from young people, "You are very knowledgeable in gossip, so you can just say two things to relieve boredom."

"You dare to treat me as a news station every day." Feng Ya finished eating the last piece of fried liver and drank water to moisten his throat, and said, "Zhongchuan's richest man is going to marry his daughter."

"...Zhongchuan City, Zhuchuan Province?" Song Qingchuan asked, hearing the familiar place name, he suppressed his expression and tried his best to remain calm.

"Yeah." Feng Ya said, "Don't he have two sons and a daughter? The eldest daughter is almost thirty and has no partner yet. This makes him anxious."

"Then?" Song Qingchuan replied.

"His youngest son died of illness early, and the eldest daughter wanted to support the family business, but he didn't agree." Feng Ya said, "Old Antique is very stubborn and thinks that his daughter's family will not be successful. His daughter does not know where to find a boy,He looks handsome, and if there are photos, I will look for them."

"Well...you look for it." Song Qingchuan took the rice bite by bite, eating slowly.

"The old man has met his prospective son-in-law several times, and plans to hold a meeting in two weeks to formally introduce his son-in-law to his business partners." Feng Ya turned over the phone, the screen was facing Song Qingchuan's eyes, "This is his son-in-law, handsome.?"