Feng Yin cried.
Crying very unrestrainedly.
After crying, she ate a box of wontons in one breath.
Turning grief and anger into appetite, but the hole in the heart cannot be filled no matter how much you eat.
The first time, Feng Yin suffered from stomach pain after eating it, but he did it himself.
The next day, Feng Yin returned to his previous calmness and did not do anything that was worrying.
She didn’t want to experience the same sadness again.
I held a roar of anger in my heart and called Officer Li.
Officer Li, who received Feng Yin’s call, was having a meal. When he saw the caller clearly, he stopped eating. He stood up, was highly focused, held a pen in his hand, ready to record and send a police officer at any time.
No way! Subconscious reaction!
Every time I receive a call from Feng Yin, it is not a particularly beautiful thing.
“Hey? Say it.”
Officer Li was capable and concise. After hearing what Feng Yin said, he asked uncertainly: “You said you want to come to the police station for dinner?”
Officer Li, who was affirmed by Feng Yin, complained naturally: “What phone call did you make when you go home for dinner! I’m scared!”
The two hung up the phone and Feng Yin set off.
Officer Li, who hung up the phone, stared at the phone in a daze, Feng Yin came to have a simple meal?
Not impossible.
He still remembered that the first time Feng Yin came, he asked the question of whether to care about food or not.
Is their cafeteria really so delicious?
Officer Li looked down at his plate. He sat down and continued to eat the food he didn’t like. He started with me.
Half an hour later, Feng Yin came to the police station alone, went to the cafeteria with a familiarity, and met Officer Li who was waiting for her.
“Hello, Officer Li.”
Officer Li subconsciously took a step back, looked at Feng Yin with vigilance and asked, “Who are you?”