The three people reported the information and handed it over to the Celestial Master Bureau for processing.
Celestial Master Bureau's actions cannot be concealed 100% of the time, and the Heavenly Master of Cause and Effect can tell at a glance whether there are any consequences for human life.
In fact, there was no way to hold Wang Jianye accountable legally for this matter. At that time, the "lifestyle issue" was a serious stain for a state-owned enterprise cadre that could end his entire political life.
Therefore, in order to protect his future and family, Wang Jianye used his connections and resources to hide the fact that the woman committed suicide because of him.
Lin Wei couldn't help but ridicule. "Thanks to this beast for hiding it, otherwise thirty years would have expired long ago."
Zhao Lei nodded. "Now the date of filing the case has become today, unless he can escape for another twenty-five years."
Lin Wei said with a cold face, "Escape? If he can escape Investigation Bureau's pursuit, I will kneel down and call him daddy."
Hearing this sentence, Qu Zhaoye frowned in disapproval. "Don't insult yourself."
Zhao Lei moves a single 6.
After returning to the school dormitory to take a shower and put on pajamas, Qu Zhaoye lay on the bed and watched the chat interface with Fang Yi without typing for a long time.
He didn't know if Fang Yi had the habit of muting his cell phone while sleeping, so he actually had no idea of sending a message now, he just wanted to check it out.
Thinking of what Fang Yi told him that night, he buried his face in his knees. Feifei must have gotten into Fang Yi's quilt now and slept next to him.
And I can only wait until dawn before I can talk to Fang Yi.
Then he got out of bed and took a Peaceful Sleep Talisman and stuck it on himself.
After a dreamless night, Qu Zhaoye was woken up by the alarm clock the next morning. He sat up holding his groggy head, touched the bed, found his phone, and swiped up to unlock it.
Q: [Morning, brother]
When Fang Yi didn't reply, he got up and went to wash up. When he came back, Fang Yi sent him a photo of Feifei sleeping next to his pillow.
Q:[It really likes you]
Fang Yi:[...]
"Haha..." Qu Zhaoye laughed out loud looking at this string of ellipses.
Q: [I miss you very much, will it cause trouble to you?]
It took a long time for Fang Yi to reply: [No, Feifei is very cute]
The phone screen went dark, and Qu Zhaoye's fingertips were hovering above the screen.
Fang Yi's response was like a cool breeze, blowing away the anxiety but causing deeper ripples.
--No, Feifei is very cute.
What kind of answer is this? Is it acquiescence to his longing, or is it just a comment on the little paper man?
Qu Zhaoye stared at the line of words, as if trying to decipher the Morse code.
He moved his fingertips, but instead of asking further questions, he followed his topic.
Q: [It seems to be lazier than when it was with me. Brother, are you spoiling it too much?]
This time, Fang Yi responded quickly.
Fang Yi: [ maybe ]
An English word that is a bit random and elusive.
Qu Zhaoye can almost imagine the slightly smiling and teasing look on Fang Yi's face when he typed this word.
Before he could think of how to reply, the next message from Fang Yi came in.
Fang Yi: [It woke up.]
Immediately afterwards, there were photos of Feifei holding Fang Yi's fingers.
Fang Yi:[Clingy]
Qu Zhaoye's heart was instantly stabbed by these two words.
Fang Yi has been teasing him today.
Q: [In fact, the paper man does not need to sleep]
Fang Yi: [Well, I'm going to open a store.]
Q: [Okay, brother is busy.]
Q: [I also had breakfast]
Fang Yi asked him to eat more. Qu Zhaoye didn't know, but in Fang Yi's heart, he was still the Longbao who would obediently call him brother in the live broadcast room.
Every time he sees the word "brother" sent by Qu Zhaoye, he will think of the cute voice in the video of sending little red flowers.
But in fact, the voice Qu Zhaoye called him was actually a bit deep, full of affection and tenderness, and more clear and clear that belonged to a young man.
If you accept Feifei to stay, he is already tempted.
Qu Zhaoye is not the only one who is reluctant to leave, he is too.
Fang Yi slowly arranged the flowers, and Feifei was beside him helping him arrange the flowers, placing them here and there.
Fang Yi couldn't help laughing.
When he missed Qu Zhaoye, he could look at Feifei. When Qu Zhaoye missed him, he could only think about it. They didn't even have a photo together.
The afternoon sun shines through the glass windows, casting warm light spots in the flower shop.
Fang Yi has just received a customer, and the store has temporarily returned to tranquility.
He walked to the workbench and watched Feifei working hard to put a sprig of gypsophila on the leaves of a pothos plant.
Thinking of something, he picked up his phone, adjusted the angle, and pointed the camera at himself and the little paper man on the table.
He tilted his head slightly, with a soft smile on his lips.
"Crack."
He pressed the shutter.
In the photo, he is wearing a simple white shirt and looking at the camera with gentle eyes.
And in his hand, the little Feifei is playing, with the background being blurred lush green plants and dots of white baby's breath.
His fingertips rested on the send button for a moment, and then he clicked it.
Fang Yi: [Picture]
No accompanying text.
It took several minutes after I sent the photo, but there was no reply. Fang Yi put down the phone out of boredom and went to prune the leaves.
"Buzz--" sounded twice, and Fang Yi picked up the phone.
Q: [Brother, do you want to call?]
What does this mean? Fang Yi held the phone and raised his face as he thought. He thought Qu Zhaoye would happily send him a long string of words expressing surprise, instead of such a straightforward request for a call.
Fang Yi:[Hmm]
The next second the call came in and Fang Yi was connected.
Fang Yi answered the call and put the phone to his ear.
"Brother." Qu Zhaoye's voice came immediately, carrying a subtle noise of electricity.
"Yeah." Fang Yi responded, his eyes unconsciously falling on Feifei who was still competing with Gypsophila.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds, and then he heard Qu Zhaoye's voice ring again. "Brother, if you like me, you have to tell me directly."
"..."
Fang Yi hung up the phone with an expressionless face.
The information of Qu Zhaoye was quickly followed.
Q: [Brother, this matter is very important. I will tell you face to face when I come back]
Fang Yi held the phone in both hands, squinted and read this passage, "..."
The consequences of getting carried away.
Although it is true that many people have confessed to pursue him, this is the first time he has met someone he is attracted to. It is also the first time Fang Yi knows that he has so many thoughts when facing someone he likes...
Then Fang Yi chickened out.
He calmly put the phone screen down on the table and made a soft sound.
He walked to the sink, rinsed his face with cold water, raised his head, and looked at the expressionless face stained with water drops in the mirror.
It's this face that attracts too many people.
They were attracted by this seemingly cold and fragile appearance, and rushed forward like chasing the moonlight, making lavish promises and what they thought were affectionate confessions.
But when they discovered that he was not just a man of the world, and that he was not only picky about the amount of onions, ginger, and garlic used, but also was too lazy to open because of bad weather, and found it troublesome to deal with people who were not interested, their enthusiasm quickly cooled.
--Fang Yi, you look nothing like you
--It turns out that you are in such trouble because I made a mistake.
--Forget it, you're not as good as I thought you were
He has heard too many similar words.
Those who fail to pursue him will always attribute the reason to him in the end - he is Fang Yi, not worthy of their original imagination.
Where is Qu Zhaoye?
He feels warm and cute now, but it's just because he hasn't really understood him yet. No one can fully understand another person, not even Fang Yi.
So what Qu Zhaoye likes may just be the "Brother Fang Yi" who looks gentle and quiet in the flower shop, is shy and indulges the paper man.
Once this filter is shattered, will he become one of those people, with disappointed eyes, turning the accusation of "getting carried away" into another sentence of "you are so awkward"?
Fang Yi wiped away the water droplets on his face, and his eyes returned to their usual indifference, but the expectation that had just been warmed up in his heart was quietly extinguished.
He muted his cell phone and did not reply to the message.
He didn't even look at Feifei, he just focused on pruning the flower branches at hand, with precise and neat movements, as if this could also cut off the unnecessary ripples in his heart.
He built a transparent wall for himself.