Ye Lancheng also put away his cell phone and rubbed his eyebrows.
Xiao Shi handed over the poured water: "Young Master, please drink some water."
Ye Lancheng took the water glass and took a sip. After a while, he got up again and returned to the ward.
He still lay back on the hospital bed gently. An Zhisu, who was sleeping soundly, didn't know if it was out of habit. He turned over and hugged his waist, buried his face in his chest, and muttered:
"Ye Lancheng, you disturbed me."
"Okay, stop arguing and go to sleep." Ye Lancheng coaxed in a good-tempered way.
An Zhisu remained silent and soon fell asleep deeper in his arms.
Ye Lancheng hugged her, but he was thinking about something else.
An Tingnuan is indeed smart. No matter it was five years ago or now, he never does things himself. He is very good at killing people with borrowed knives.
In this case, he would have fun with her. She liked to borrow knives, so he would slowly pull out all her knives. When the time comes, she would not be able to do it herself.
…
Late this night, the police on duty at a certain police station received a report. The reporter claimed to have caught the main culprit of the "bombing" during the day and asked for their support.
The policemen on duty drove the police car and rushed to the place mentioned by the reporter as quickly as possible. After going there, they found that there was no one there, only a sack. In the sack was a person and a USB flash drive. That person was there.
It's Apeng.
The policemen brought the USB flash drive back to the station, inserted the USB flash drive into the computer, and opened the video inside. In the video, A Peng explained his "committing crime" process, word for word, in great detail.
The police immediately called the director for instructions. The director, who had already received the instructions, ordered them to interrogate A Peng again overnight. After obtaining a solid confession, they would hand it over to the court. It would be up to the court to decide how to sentence him.
.
…
An Zhisu slept peacefully until dawn. When he woke up, he was full of energy and cleaned up both himself and Ye Lancheng.
At eight o'clock, Xiao Shi went to the hospital canteen to buy a nutritious breakfast, and the couple had a simple meal.
At nine o'clock, the doctor came to check the ward. After confirming that Ye Lancheng could be discharged, he issued a discharge note to them.
At ten o'clock, they got into the car at home to pick up Ye Lancheng from the hospital.
Before eleven o'clock, the couple returned to where Bai Xinci lived.
Bai Xinci felt relieved when she saw that her son's complexion and energy were much better than yesterday. She asked the couple to go back to the room to rest first and then come down during lunch.
An Zhisu still remembered the doctor's instructions to Ye Lancheng to rest more, so he quickly took him to the room and pushed him to the bed to rest.
Ye Lancheng didn't resist. It was rare for his young wife to care about him so much, so he naturally enjoyed it.
An Zhisu found a book for him, and Ye Lancheng was lying on the bed reading. She took out her mobile phone and called Zhao Yu to ask about the situation in the studio today.
Zhao Yu's delighted voice came from the microphone: "Ms. An, you haven't watched the news today. The person who threw the fake bomb yesterday was caught by the police and was transferred to the court early this morning. The court's efficiency was surprisingly fast. In the morning
The court was held and the man was sentenced to three years in prison."
An Zhisu:……
An Zhisu's shocked mouth grew into an O shape. It took him a while to react, and he said in disbelief: "The person was arrested so quickly. When did the police work so efficiently? The court is so awesome.
Well, let’s judge it.”
Zhao Yu smiled meaningfully: "Then it depends on whose place he smashed and who was injured."
An Zhisu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly glanced at Ye Lancheng on the bed, and her heart suddenly became enlightened. She understood that Lao Jiu must have confirmed the identity of the man and notified the police directly. Ye Lancheng asked Xia Jingze to call the police station again.
Hello, the police station interrogated the man overnight and obtained conclusive evidence and handed it over to the court. Xia Ning communicated with the court again, and then even the schedule was saved.
God has sentenced him.
After thinking about these causes and consequences, An Zhisu understood clearly and said to Zhao Yu: "The man has been sentenced, so this matter is perfectly solved. There won't be any more trouble in the studio today."
"Don't worry, Miss An, there's no trouble. In the morning, there was a female customer who came to see the cheongsam and wanted to customize a cheongsam designed by you. You are not in the store, so I left her contact information. What are you waiting for?
When you are free, I will invite her to the studio to discuss it in detail," Zhao Yu said.
This was the first business deal after the studio opened. An Zhisu didn't want to delay it, lest the customers think she was trying to be a big deal, so she immediately said: "I'm free to go to the studio in the afternoon. You can make an appointment with the customer. Make an appointment."
Tell me later."
"Okay." Zhao Yu responded quickly.
An Zhisu hung up the phone, still sitting on the chair, but leaning towards the bed, holding his hands on the edge of the bed, looking at Ye Lancheng with crooked eyebrows.
Ye Lancheng flipped through the book all night and asked indifferently: "What's wrong?"
An Zhisu chuckled: "Ye Lancheng, are you a god? Why do I feel that everything becomes very simple when you come to me?"
"That's because you are stupid." Ye Lancheng teased without raising his head.
"You are stupid, your whole family is stupid." An Zhisu added quickly.
"My whole family includes you." Ye Lancheng continued to say without raising his head.
An Zhisu:……
Damn it, I can’t talk today.
…
Song Jiaren got out of her red sports car wearing a professional attire. This was a shantytown with narrow roads and the car couldn't drive in. She could only park the car on the side of the road and walk to find He Siyi.
Wearing three-inch high heels, Song Jiaren went up to the third floor, raised her hand and slapped one of the anti-theft iron doors several times. She slapped the iron door with such force that it made a loud bang.
No one at home responded, so Song Jiaren continued filming.
Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.
The louder knocks on the door finally made He Siyi get up from the bed. With her messy hair on her head, she opened the inner door in a very bad mood. When she saw a woman in professional attire standing outside, she
I was stunned for a moment.
"Why is it you?" Seeing Song Jiaren outside, He Siyi was subconsciously afraid of her.
Song Jiaren noticed the flash of nervousness in her eyes and smiled slightly: "What are you afraid of? I'm not a ghost. If you have time, I can talk to you."
"No time." He Siyi refused directly: "And I have nothing to talk about with you." "But there are so many things to talk about. I can tell by the way you just woke up. You haven't had time to watch the news yet. I don't know."
Peng was arrested by the police last night and was sentenced to three years in prison by the court at 10:30 in the morning." Song Jiaren stood outside the security door with her arms folded, feeling calm.
He talked to her leisurely.
He Siyi took a deep breath: "Who are you talking about?"
"Apeng, full name is Li Zhipeng." He Siyi took another sharp breath, turned around and ran back to her room.