roccoschili Chapter 179 Young Marshal, please listen to a song (8)
Chapter 179 Young Marshal, please listen to a song (8)
Yun Qian saw the man subconsciously closing his feet and hiding the high heels behind his back, scratching the back of his head and laughing.
"What a coincidence, Mr. Young Marshal, are you out for a walk in the middle of the night?"
Wen Jin folded his arms, pushed up the brim of his hat with his index finger, and glanced at the dark alley behind Yun Qian, "What happened inside?"
Yun Qian took a few steps forward and her smile became brighter: "Well, something a little bloody happened."
"Master Young Marshal, do you want to take a look?"
Wen Jin looked at Yun Qian intently for a few seconds, then raised his hand and knocked on the car window behind him twice.
The adjutant who escorted Yun Qian last time got out of the car and saluted Wen Jin: "Young Marshal, what are your orders?"
"Go inside and see if anyone is dead. If not, take them to the police station."
Wen Jin was doing some business late today. When passing by this section of the road, he heard the adjutant mention that there were gangsters wandering around in the middle of the night.
Such security matters are generally under the jurisdiction of the police station and are not important enough to require Wen Jin's intervention.
So Wen Jin didn't pay much attention. Just when he wanted the adjutant to drive straight ahead, he saw Yun Qian and the sneaky man behind her.
Wen Jin didn't even have time to think about it when a scream came from the alley.
It was a male voice, and the scream was particularly miserable.
Yun Qian turned sideways to let the adjutant in, but her foot stepped on something sharp, causing her to let out a soft cry.
It was not convenient for her to put on her shoes even when she was squatting down, so she had to focus on the car behind Wen Jin.
"Master Young Marshal, could you be so kind as to let me sit in your car? I want to put on my shoes."
Wen Jin didn't say anything, and the two of them stared at each other for a while. Then, he stepped aside a little, exposing the entire car door.
Yun Qian's eyes lit up, and she opened the car door without any politeness, got in, and politely closed the door at the same time.
The adjutant dragged the half-dead man out, wearing white gloves on his dragging hands. He stopped a few meters away from Wen Jin.
"Report Young Marshal, he is still alive. Apart from the bruise on his face, there is..."
Wen Jin frowned. He didn't like to hesitate when reporting, "What else?"
"And he probably won't be able to exercise his power as a man for the rest of his life."
A crisp female voice floated out of the car. Yun Qian lowered the window and put her hands on the window. Her eyes were brightly illuminated by the street lights, and her tone almost overflowed with gloating.
The adjutant felt chilled after hearing this. After a rough inspection of the man's injuries, he knew where it was necessary to estimate. This man's thing was completely useless.
Wen Jin lowered his head and looked at the little head on the car window with unclear meaning in his eyes.
Yun Qian put her head on the hand that was placed on the car window, looking obedient and cute: "Don't look at me like that, I'm just doing justice for heaven."
"I don't know how many girls will be harmed if he keeps what he has, so it's better to do it this way."
There was no regret in the girl's expression, as if she could make up for it if given a chance.
Yun Qian glanced at the man in a coma and asked Wen Jin, "What would you do if you were the young marshal?"
Wen Jin glanced at the man coldly and rubbed the gun on his waist with his fingers.
"I'll shoot him."
He is not a merciful person, let alone such a scum.
"Throw him at the door of the police station."
The adjutant immediately stood at attention and answered yes, dragging the person into the car behind.
Wen Jin also walked around the front of the car, opened the driver's door and got into the car.
Yun Qian immediately sat upright, raised his hand and pointed in front of him: "Can you please, Young Marshal, take me home?"
"It's very dangerous for a weak woman like me to be outside at night."
Wen Jin nodded slightly: "Well, you are quite dangerous."
Whenever bad guys encounter her, she has to give way.
Wen Jin started the car and supported the steering wheel with one hand. Yun Qian sat behind the passenger seat, just enough to see the man's gloomy side face illuminated by the light.
The place where you got on the bus was not far from Yun Qian's home. Yun Qian had to get off before his chair was warm.
After getting out of the car, Yun Qian walked to the passenger door and raised her hand to lock the window twice.
During the Republic of China, car windows still needed to be rolled down by hand, so Wen Jin leaned over to open the window.
Yun Qian leaned closer to the car window and said softly to the young marshal: "Good night, young marshal."
After saying good night, Yun Qian turned around and left, her slim figure gradually disappearing into the dimly lit alley.
She returned home very quickly, so she didn't know that the car behind her had been parked at the entrance of the alley for a long time.
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The headline of the next day's newspaper was the news of a gangster fainting at the door of the police station. There was an enlarged version of the picture next to the text.
The supervisor loves to read newspapers and buys newspapers almost every day to read.
Yun Qian saw it from the newspaper bought by her supervisor. Xiao Zhao was wiping the table beside him. His sharp eyes saw the content of the headlines at once.
"You deserve it. I don't know which good person did it. It's so satisfying." Xiao Zhao wiped the table a little harder.
Yun Qian smiled silently, feeling very proud.
Of course it’s me, a good person.
The woman in the mirror had exquisite makeup and a faint smile on her lips. Xiao Zhao would be mesmerized even if he glanced over at her casually.
The supervisor hurriedly opened the curtain and walked into the backstage, shouting: "Where is Yun Qian? It's time for Yun Qian to go on stage!"
When Xiao Zhao heard his supervisor shouting, he also called him Sister Qian.
As a result, Yun Qian was still immersed in the pleasure of being praised. She didn't care what her supervisor said and blurted out: "No, no, no, you don't have to worship me so much. Just praise me more."
The air became eerily quiet, and you could hear a pin drop.
Not long after, Yun Qian realized something was wrong and finally reacted.
What greeted her was the supervisor's dragon roar: "You were lazy backstage and didn't come on stage, so you still want me to praise you, right?!"
Yun Qian stood up and walked out of the backstage in one breath. A gust of wind blew by, leaving only one sentence floating in the air: "Supervisor, I love going to work. Now I'm on stage!"
"Don't deduct my salary!!"
There are very few customers today, only a few old customers here and there.
When the supervisor inquired, he found out that they were all going to the newly opened theater next door.
"There is a theater next door. Isn't this deliberately trying to steal our business?" The supervisor pointed with his fingers on his waist.
Yun Qian sang for almost half the morning and was finally replaced to take a rest. Seeing this, she quickly handed tea to her supervisor: "Don't be angry, don't be angry."
"It's not worth getting so angry. In my opinion, since it's so hot next door, it's not as good as us..."
The supervisor's appetite was whetted: "What's wrong with us?"
Yun Qian waved his hand with great momentum: "How about we take a few days off to rest?"
director:"………"
Supervisor: "What do you think about me giving you a lifetime vacation?"
Yun Qian put down the tea cup heavily with a serious expression, just when Xiao Zhao thought that Yun Qian was going to revolt.
Yun Qian laughed: "It's unnecessary for my whole life. I love going to work so much, so of course I should go to work."
The supervisor snorted coldly.
Yun Qian patted her chest quietly.
It was so dangerous, I almost lost my salary.