Race On The Head of The Ex-MTL

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At 0 o'clock on September 20.

He Qingqi, a well-known director who was administratively detained for 15 days for drug abuse, was released from the detention center in city a.

At this time, it was raining lightly, and suddenly the wind blew with a hint of coolness, and the camphor trees on both sides of the street were rustling.

The rain is heavy.

Not many people came to pick up He Qingqi, but there were also a lot of people, a few close friends, father He Dongche, brother He Qingzhou, her assistant Lin Fan, plus a few driver bodyguards.

He Qingqi raised his eyes and looked at them one by one, then lowered his head. Accompanied by the police, his eyes were lost, and he stood there with low eyebrows, so quiet that there was no trace of usual pride and rebellion.

Upon seeing this, Lin Fan hurried over with an umbrella.

He Qingzhou sighed and took a step forward to put on the coat prepared in advance for her.

"It's autumn, be careful of catching cold."

He Qingqi just hung his head and said nothing.

Her cheeks are sunken, her lips are chapped, and the hair on her forehead is soaked in rain, which is described as withered and embarrassed.

The father and son, who expected her to listen to something on weekdays, suddenly felt very uncomfortable in their hearts.

"It's all over..." He Qingzhou frowned, supported He Qingqi's shoulders, with unprecedented seriousness in his eyes, and promised her: "You believe brother, brother will help you get justice."

He will never let go of the one who hurt his sister, even if it was the other sister he had seen since he was a child.

He Qingqi evoked a sarcasm.

Justice?

She was very confused and very tired. She didn't want to care about the right and wrong, framed up, or really happened. She didn't want to see anyone at this moment, but just wanted to be alone, quietly and quietly.

"Let me go quietly?" He Qingqi, who was silent for a long while, frowned and frowned, and then shook his head and sighed deeply, full of frustration and weakness: "Let me be quiet. Right."

Her face was full of lifelessness, and the handsome face that countless people had boasted was clouded over. Half inserted in his trouser pocket, brushing He Qingzhou's hand, bowing his head and striding forward, letting the coat on his shoulder slip off, falling onto his leg, and finally hitting the ground, being soaked by the flowing sewage.

He Qingzhou stretched out his hand to grab the coat, but it was only a moment later.

The crowd voluntarily gave way for He Qingqi, and after regaining their senses, they followed her one after another, and the crowd was crushed and dispersed.

He Qingzhou stayed in place, staring at the filthy black high-definition coat, then turned his head and chased after him.

The matter has been fermenting for nearly half a month, and the city has been full of ups and downs. You can see things about He Qingqi taking drugs everywhere, and...

He Qingqi derailed Zhuo Zhiwei.

He Qingqi also couldn't understand why everything was so sudden and so... caught off guard, as if everything about her was ruined overnight.

Inexplicably, she lay with a friend who hadn't seen her for a long time. She had somehow had a relationship with the other party. She was inexplicably photographed by the reporters who swarmed up, and inexplicably found drugs in her residence.