Grumpy boss, he's come to behave again

Chapter 242 is handed over to the people's police.

Half an hour later, Stingy Tang was exhausted from waiting outside. Just when he remembered who that person was, Yan Yu kicked him out directly.

Zhang Guozhi was the murderer who indirectly caused Mrs. Yan's miscarriage and death.

Yan Changming did nothing but give a seemingly beautiful funeral to his so-called wife whom he was marrying.

Everyone in the Yan family felt something was wrong, but Yan Changming didn't say anything, and everyone naturally forgot about Yan Changming's so-called true love.

Although he had many mistresses around him, none of them successfully married into his family.

Chetang knew that Yan Yu must be responsible for this.

There was a dull sound of furniture falling to the floor, accompanied by a silent groan, which made his hair stand on end.

After a while, Yan Yu opened the door and came out. There was a trace of blood on his pale chin. As he moved, the drop of blood made a more conspicuous trace, and then dripped to the ground.

He had black hair and was obviously expressionless, but there was an evil look in the corners of his eyes and brows. The knuckles of the clenched fists at his sides turned white. The moment he came down the stairs, there was a sound of falling to the ground in the room.

"W-what did you do to him?"

Yan Yu raised his eyes slightly, his eyes filled with indifference, and his thin lips tugged lightly.

"Call 110."

"Ah oh."

Stingtang scratched his head and subconsciously took out his mobile phone and pressed the three numbers Yaoyao and Zero.

After it was broadcast, he suddenly woke up and asked the person next to him: "Holy shit, what should I say?"

"Zhang Guozhi, male, 48 years old, criminal experience: involved in a kidnapping case six years ago, fled abroad for six years, committed 6 crimes, address 2nd floor, Area B, Sanhe Community, Changchun Road, Second Ring Road, Beijing."

Stingtang put down the phone and was a little stunned.

"you……"

He had a complicated expression and couldn't help but glance into the room, but the door was closed and he couldn't see anything.

Only a faint, ups and downs moan could be heard. "I really just beat him up. I thought you were going to do something."

"if not."

Yan Yu even smiled slightly, with a hint of relief on his face.

"People who commit crimes should be dealt with by the people's police, right?"

Stingy Tang silently swallowed the sentence "I'm afraid I might have seen a fucking ghost today" and nodded.

"Indeed, we should call the police."

Then the two people waited there quietly.

I even went to the police station to make a record.

Yan Yu and Stingy Tang were very cooperative throughout the whole process. It was only after the police asked that the suspect would be tied to a stool in such a weird posture that Yan Yu pulled his lips and said that he was hurtful.

This is self-defense.

Although the policeman who asked the question still couldn't completely believe it, it was obvious that he had been beaten up and then tied up.

But for a suspect who is causing harm to society, they just turn a blind eye, close one eye and torture the person away.

In the evening, there were faint clouds on the horizon, and a wisp of deep blue directly cut through the dusk that was still white and mixed with rosy yellow, and slowly spread over the large open space at the entrance of the cemetery.

There are always people selling flowers in memory of the deceased at the foot of the mountain. A small handful of white chrysanthemums has water droplets sprinkled on it, slowly falling along the branches and leaves, turning the cement floor into a deep black.

Stingtang bought a bouquet of flowers in a rare moment of peace and handed them to Yan Yu.

Yan Yu would not let others follow him every time he came here, and this time was no exception.

Yan Yu accepted it and went up the stone steps alone.

(End of this chapter)