The Pheromone of the Drooping-Eared Rabbit (ABO)

Chapter 67: Master Qi... Come to save Rongbao...

Qi Yan's identity has always been well hidden, but he missed it. Yesterday, the two undercover agents took a picture of him, and then compared with the photo of him holding Rongbao on the hot search, he found his double identity.

The collor knew his identity as Mr. Qi and had sent someone to ambush around his company.

Qi Yan had to go to the company to deal with the mess left by Qi Feng in the afternoon.

When the car was parked in front of the company building, Qi Yan faintly noticed that someone around him was watching him before he got off the bus.

Qi Yan was not too afraid, because unlike terrorists, those cops would not shoot casually. He quietly walked down from the car with Rongbao in his arms. Before getting out of the car, he put a hat on Rongbao, lowered the brim of his hat and covered the delicate little face.

He pretended not to notice anything and walked briskly towards the rotating door of the company.

Rongbao's chin was rested on Qi Yan's shoulder, snoring very finely. Because he had a high fever last night, he was still a little weak, and he fell asleep as soon as his eyes were closed.

Qi Yan held Rongbao in one hand, took out his mobile phone from his pocket with the other hand, and informed the security guard: "There are several plain clothes outside the company to expel them."

Qi Feng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor and could see the scene under the building. He clearly saw several plain clothes wandering around, as if waiting for someone. Then he saw his uncle coming out of the car with his aunt in his arms. The plain clothes were immediately evacuated alertly, and a plainclothes were hidden behind the tree. The camera was secretly filming, and he knew that his uncle was being targeted.

After a few minutes, Qi Yan took Rongbao to the elevator.

Qi Feng turned his head and told his uncle what he saw.

Qi Yan sat down in the boss's chair with Rongbao in his arms, looked at his disappointing nephew and said, "You are quite keen."

"Uncle, they have all found this. Aren't you worried?" Qi Feng poured a cup of Zhengyan Dahongpao for his uncle with a teapot.

Qi Yan picked up the teacup and took a sip: "They have no evidence. At most, they will follow me for a few days, and then I will give up. And I'm about to wash my hands in the golden basin. It's meaningless for them to check me. It's better to check you."

"Me?" Qi Feng realized that he was going to take the blame for his uncle. He immediately cried and said, "Uncle, I haven't even killed a chicken. I'm a good citizen bathed in the light of socialist righteousness."

Qi Yan saw that the little lover who was sleeping in his arms was about to be woken up, and immediately stared at Qi Feng: "Be quiet."

Qi Feng whispered, saying that he didn't want to take the blame.

Qi Yan scolded him, "It's not promising."

The cop has noticed Rongbao. They plan to take Rongbao as the entry point, but Qi Yan is very strict with him. The husband and his husband stayed together for almost 24 hours, and they were too tired.

However, Qi Yan does not accompany Rongbao every day. Sometimes if there is a problem or there is an emergency in the company, he will go out to deal with those things after Rongbao falls asleep.

Qi Yan probably went out in the early morning and hurried back at five o'clock in the morning. Several ts squatted there and stepped on it for half a month. Finally, he figured out the law of Qi Yan's life.

One dark and windy night, while ensuring that Qi Yan had gone out, several agile squires turned into the manor, destroyed the security system, and put an anesthetic gun on the patrol guard.

Rongbao is sleeping in the bedroom, and his little mouth is still talking about radishes.

But in a blink of an eye, he was taken away by a sack.

In the interrogation room.

A dazzling light shone on Rongbao's face. Rongbao's eyes were temporarily blind. After a while, he gradually regained his eyesight and saw the surrounding environment clearly. The interrogation room was particularly simple. There was only one table, and the other side of the table sat a strange man in uniform.

Rongbao curled up in fear and subconsciously wanted to curl up, but his hands and feet were tied to the chair and he couldn't move.

The man in uniform smiled kindly and tried to show his affinity: "Please relax and don't be afraid. We just want to ask you a few questions. I hope you can cooperate actively. As long as you can answer truthfully, we can let you go."

He don't know when the cochlear receiver worn by Rongbao fell off. He couldn't hear the sound now. He only saw the other party's lips squirming, as if talking to himself.

The surroundings were terribly quiet, just like falling into the abyss, leaving him alone.

Rongbao wanted to hear a little sound. He shook his head hard, and the rabbit's ears shook left and right, but no matter how he shook, it was still very quiet around.

Rongbao's little mouth swooned a few times: "Master Qi...Master Qi..."

Rongbao couldn't hear his shouting Master Qi, but he could feel his vocal cords vibrating. He seemed to be talking, but he didn't know what he said.

Rongbao cried and twisted and struggled on the chair, shouting Master Qi hysterically, and shouted at the throat, which was so sharp that it could pierce people's eardrums.

The man sitting opposite and the monitor outside the interrogation room unconsciously blocked their ears. They were thinking: The people around Qi Yan are all crazy.

The reason why Rongbao made a sharp cry was that he just wanted to hear a little sound, but no matter how loud he shouted, he still couldn't hear anything.

He don't know where Master Qi has gone. Why is Master Qi not here?

Rongbao's eyes looked around, but there was nothing in this cramp interrogation room.

The middle-aged man sitting opposite Rongbao tried to appease him: "Don't be excited. We just want to ask you a few questions about Qi Yan. As long as you answer, we will let you go."

Rongbao struggled hard, and his wrists and ankles were pulled out by ropes. The blood oozed out and dyed the hemp rope big as his little finger red, but Rongbao did not feel the pain. He struggled desperately and shouted Master Qi over and over again.

It's like a desperate prisoner trying to grab the last life-saving straw and tenaciously crawling out of the endless abyss to achieve self-redemption.

However, the man opposite did not give him the opportunity to redeem himself. He turned his head and locked him into the detention center. In the cell with only a small iron window, Rongbao felt a trace of kindness. He suddenly calmed down, facing the wall, and used his fingers to scratch the blue wall dust.

There was a roar outside the detention center: "That child is not a suspect. How dare you directly arrest him for interrogation? If the superiors know, you can wait for suspension and investigation."

Another weak voice retorted: "But his husband has arrested so many of us, how can we sit back and wait for death? This time we must exchange him and exchange our people back."