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Chapter 140 Who Made You Do It?
Luo Weiwei watched the thief being carried in front of her like a chicken by Zhao He'an, and her eyes immediately shone with a layer of water.

Zhao Hean didn't notice, and grabbed the thief by the collar and asked, "Little sister, is this the guy you were chasing just now? What happened to him?"

Luo Weiwei's nose moved, feeling like a collapsed building, and finally couldn't help but threw herself into Fan Yihang's arms, crying "Wow".

Saved woo woo woo...

Fan Yihang's back stiffened, and the moment Luo Weiwei rushed over, he subconsciously raised his hands, as if surrendering.

When Luo Weiwei hugged his waist and cried, he slowly lowered his hands and reached out to pat her shoulder, but he let go when he was about to touch her. He turned to look at Zhao He'an, and said in a serious tone: " You take that man to the side of the road and ask what's going on."

"Okay!" Zhao Hean dragged the thief away.

He finally persuaded Fan Yihang to let him stay here for three more days, and of course he obeyed what Fan Yihang said!
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After Zhao and An led the people to question behind the bus stop not far away, Fan Yihang hesitated, put his hand on Luo Weiwei's shoulder, and patted Luo Weiwei twice.

"Don't...don't cry."

He really doesn't know how to coax girls, let alone girls who cry, but he doesn't know that the gentleness of his voice at the moment makes Luo Weiwei, who has already recovered a bit, flooded with grievances and cries even more fiercely up.

Fan Yihang: "..." Or, he still didn't speak.

Pedestrians passing by looked over.

The cold-faced teenager patted the shoulder of the crying little girl with pear blossoms and rain, and the scene was a bit of a movie clip.

It just so happened that there was a red light again, and the passers-by gathered at the intersection, their eyes couldn't help but turn to this side.

Fan Yihang was fine, Luo Weiwei felt those gazes herself, and retreated from Fan Yihang's embrace embarrassingly, covered her face and said, "Let's go."

"En." Fan Yihang responded, took out a pack of tissue from his pocket and handed it over: "Wipe it."

Luo Weiwei didn't answer, just wiped her face with the back of her hand carelessly.

But because she was crying too hard just now, she was twitching while talking.

"What about you, your friend?"

"Over there." Fan Yihang pointed in a direction and led her there.

The two walked one after the other, with Fan Yihang walking in front, turning his head to look back from time to time, as if he was afraid that Luo Weiwei would not be able to keep up.

Luo Weiwei had calmed down a lot, and when Fan Yihang looked sideways at her again, he cleared his throat and said, "Go on, I'll follow."

Fan Yihang stopped looking back frequently.

Luo Weiwei looked at the back of Fan Yihang's head, her eyes were still red, but the corners of her mouth were curled up.

She didn't know what was going on, even though she was very irritable and depressed when Fan Yihang didn't show up, she didn't cry.

But as soon as Fan Yihang appeared, he helped her catch the thief back. Even though the matter was settled, she felt so wronged that she was going to die, and she was crying so embarrassingly.She really put all her most embarrassing appearances in front of Fan Yihang.

Zhao He'an pulled the person behind the sign of the abandoned bus station, where there were no passers-by.

When Luo Weiwei and Fan Yihang arrived, Zhao He'an had already asked the whole story clearly, and they still held Luo Weiwei's stolen wallet in their hands.

Seeing Fan Yihang and Luo Weiwei, Zhao Hean kicked the thief's ass and shouted, "Squat down for me!"

The thief was so frightened that he put his head in his hands and squatted on the ground, not daring to move.

Fan Yihang frowned, stepped forward and said, "I want you to ask him what's going on, who told you to do it?"

Zhao He'an shrugged, pursed his mouth and said innocently: "I didn't do anything. I just asked my brother to make a video call with him, and he did everything."

"His brother?" Luo Weiwei asked Fan Yihang curiously: "Who is his brother? Is he ugly?"

Zhao He'an almost stopped laughing, and explained before Fan Yihang: "My brother is not ugly, he is the most handsome police uncle in my mind!"

Fan Yihang nodded, and said in a more serious way: "His brother is the squadron leader of the Armed Police Headquarters in City A."

Luo Weiwei suddenly realized, no wonder the thief was trembling with fright, he was always guilty of being a thief, and suddenly the squadron leader came to watch a video, why not freak out?
Zhao and An raised their hands: "Here, your wallet! See if there is anything missing."

Luo Weiwei took the wallet from Zhao He'an, checked it, put it away, walked up to the thief, and grabbed the thief's collar, forcing him to stand up.

"Bastard! You stole something from your brother Luo!"

The thief trembled and begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm blind, and I won't steal from you again..."

Luo Weiwei narrowed her eyes: "Stop stealing from me? Does that mean you want to steal from others?"

The thief came to his senses and quickly changed his words: "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I mean, I will never steal again."

Luo Weiwei let go of the thief, patted the thief's hand in disgust, then turned to Fan Yihang and said, "This person will definitely not change in the future, we have to send him to the police station."

Fan Yihang nodded.

Zhao Hean rolled his eyes, grabbed the thief and said, "Ahang, you send the little sister home safely. I will leave this matter to me."

As he spoke, he secretly blinked at Fan Yihang, with a deep expression on his face.

Fan Yihang ignored him, but listened to what he said, and said to Luo Weiwei: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Luo Weiwei was a little worried about Zhao Hean alone, Fan Yihang said: "Don't worry, his family has been soldiers for generations, he grew up in the compound since he was a child, and he can send three more people to the bureau intact."

Luo Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I can rest assured."

Hearing this, Fan Yihang bent his lower lip, stretched out his hand and rubbed her head and said, "From now on, worry less about others and think more about yourself."

After finishing speaking, he let go of his hands and lifted his feet to walk in front.

Luo Weiwei touched the hair that had been rubbed by Fan Yihang, pressed the corner of her upturned mouth, bit her lip and followed.

During the evening rush hour, even in a small town like Yucheng, the traffic on the road was very heavy, but the sidewalk was empty, and the two of them walked side by side without speaking to each other.

Luo Weiwei clenched her palms tightly, feeling a little awkward for some reason, but also very happy.

This is not the first time that Fan Yihang has sent her home, but his heart beats faster every time.

Luo Weiwei was afraid that Fan Yihang would see that she was uncomfortable, so she coughed deliberately, cleared her throat to break the silence and said, "Thank you very much for today, otherwise I would be finished. You don't know, that's my dinner for two weeks Money, almost...hey, let’s not talk about it.”

"Dinner money?" Remembering Ruan Yujuan's hospitalization, Fan Yihang stopped and looked at Luo Weiwei beside him: "After school, come to my house for dinner."

Luo Weiwei shook her head: "No need, I have enough money."

Fan Yihang remained silent and walked forward again.

Luo Weiwei felt that Fan Yihang was a little unhappy, but she would not be rewarded for her merits. It was fine if she didn't go to Qin Luying's house for dinner, but if she went to Fan's instead of Qin Luying's house, it would be a little unclear.

When he reached the fork in the alley, Fan Yihang stopped, and said in a cold tone, "I'm going back."

Luo Weiwei opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything, and watched Fan Yihang leave.

Watching Fan Yihang's figure drift away, she actually felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart. This feeling was very bad, very bad...

Seeing that Fan Yihang was about to turn into another road, she clenched her hands tightly and chased after her: "Same table!"

(End of this chapter)