Three years of love

Chapter 222 I Have a Baby (1)
"Miss, where do you live? I'll take you back."

Dizzy and recorded back the statement, Cheng Mu'an staggered out of the police station after hearing that he could leave.

Two in the afternoon.

The scorching sun was hanging in the sky, baking the whole earth like an empty steamer.

But Cheng Mu'an felt that it was icy cold, and his whole body was stiff.

Standing on the street, watching the pedestrians coming and going, Cheng Mu'an couldn't find a place for himself.

"Miss, where do you live? I'll take you back."

Seeing her colorless face, the young policeman who helped her all the way back just now caught up worriedly.

However, Cheng Mu'an was taken aback by his words.

Standing blankly on the street, the whole person is full of sadness.

Where do you live?Where can she live?

Where can she go?

Maple Garden?San's Cafe?That's not where she belongs.

What's more, in the current situation, she can't go anywhere at will.Tang Zhanyang's whereabouts are unknown, while Sang falls in front of Wei'an's old building inexplicably.Among them, only Yun Muhan never showed up.What the hell is going on?

Is Tang Zhanyang alive or dead...

All of this is still a mystery.

And this mystery now has to be solved by her alone.

Cheng Mu'an felt that his head was getting bigger.She is just a little girl in her 20s. She has only graduated from college for two or three years.Rather than the current situation, there is a possibility of losing one's life at any time, and even a disturbance may cause one to panic.

She doesn't want to.

She doesn't want this kind of life.

But, who will listen to her heart?Who can hear her heart?

No one pays attention to her.Not even the slightest response.

It seemed like she was the only one left in this world.Standing on the street, Cheng Mu'an's tears flowed down.After so many days, things happened one after another, she really couldn't bear it.But, who can support her?
Yang, where are you?

At this time, Cheng Mu'an was thinking strongly about Tang Zhanyang's cold but generous shoulders.Especially the scenes where he frowned and coaxed himself when he was unhappy, what time is it?It's just a few days of work, things are people but not, everything is gone, looking at the familiar streets, it's just a sigh of empty Yellow Crane Tower.

"Miss, where do you live?"

Behind him, the voice that followed vaguely came again unrelentingly.Ling Cheng Muan stabilized his feet, turned around, frowned, and looked lightly at the little policeman who had been following behind him since he left the police station, "Why are you still following me? Haven't you finished recording the statement?"

"It's over. But, you..."

The young policeman was stared at by Cheng Mu'an so straightly, that he became tongue-tied, "I, I..."

But after Cheng Mu'an turned around, he still followed leisurely.

The sound of footsteps behind him let Cheng Mu'an know that he was still following him.The depression that could not be vented in the bottom of my heart surged up for no reason, I simply stood up, turned around neatly, stared, raised my eyebrows, pointed at the young policeman in a rather shapeless manner, and yelled Get up, "What are you doing with me? I don't owe you any money. Please go where you want to be cool, and don't hang around in front of my eyes. Can it work? Comrade People's Police?"

"I, I, Miss, don't get excited..."

(End of this chapter)