Song Qingchun first nodded at the police officer who asked him questions before saying, "Yes, I am."

"You need to go to the office with us now and make this transcript." Jingcha said.

"Okay." Song Qingchun nodded again, and then said, "Wait for me, then I go to the office to get my clothes and bags."

"Go." Police-Cha said, and took out the camera and shot it against the chaotic surroundings.

Song Qingzhen was really scared by the sharp, cold blade that was just next to her chest. Although she was out of danger at this time, there was still a deep and deep fear in her heart, so that she was a little weak and weak. Turning in the direction of the office, he hasn't stepped out half a step yet. As soon as his legs are soft, the person softens again towards the ground.

Su Zhinian, who stood beside Song Qingchun, quickly stretched out her hand, dragged her arm, and propped up her falling body.

"Song Song, what's wrong with you?" Qin Yinan, who was not far away, stepped forward and asked worriedly.

Su Zhinian frowned, and didn't speak. The contact between him and Song Qingchun's limbs let him know what was in her heart, and she was so scared that she had no strength in her legs. He didn't wait for her concern for Qin Yinan In response, she stooped violently and hugged her sideways, then strode the meteor to the lounge not far in front, gently placed Song Qingchun on the sofa and crouched in front of her, saying : "You are waiting for me here, I will go to the office to help you get something."

Song Qingchun "huh" sounded, as if remembering something, the voice added a little more carefully: "My phone is under a blue file on the right side of the desk."

"Okay." Su Zhinian got up and saw a few bottles of unopened mineral water on the side table. He walked over to take a bottle, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Song Qingchun: "Drink some water, yes Be more comfortable."

Song Qingchun looked up and stared at Su Zhinian's face for a while, then whispered "Thank you" and reached out to take over the mineral water.

Su Zhinian didn't stay too much, walked directly around the sofa and walked towards Song Qingchun's office.

When he was halfway through, Qin Yinan came to Song Qingchun: "Song Song, do you feel better now? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Su Zhinian walked back to them, paused slightly, but didn't look back. He raised his hand and pushed open the door of Song Qingchun's office.

"I'm fine, Yinan Brother." Song Qingchun shook his head with a series of concerns about Yinan South, and shook his head slightly absently, then drew his eyes down, swallowed a sip of mineral water, couldn't help raising his head, rushing Looked at Su Zhinian's back.

Many employees in the office were staring at him, as if he hadn't noticed those sights at all, he walked calmly.

His posture was quite straight, and he lifted his hand casually and pushed open the door of her office. It was just such a simple action, but it had a forceful nobleness and poured out of him.

The violent breath on him has not completely dissipated. When she looked at him just now, her face was also cold and gloomy. Before, she was most afraid of him like this, but this time, not only did she not feel the slightest fear Instead, the panic-stricken heart settled inexplicably.

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