National male god A exploded

Chapter 732 Happy New Year
Strangely, seeing the whole process of Qiao Qingyun and Li Sisi being arrested, Li Qing not only didn't feel sad, but even felt a little grateful that her mother was finally freed.

It was exactly 12 o'clock after watching the live broadcast.

The Qiao Qingyun case broke out on New Year's Eve, involving a large number of high-level figures.

Mr. Yu personally went out to investigate thoroughly, claiming that no one would be let go.

The sky in the imperial capital is about to change, and many high-level people are in danger.

Some high-level dogs jumped the wall in a hurry, and wanted to jointly assassinate Mr. Yu, and even wanted to arrest Yu Linhan and threaten Mr. Yu to let him go.

With the fall of a large number of people, the situation in the imperial capital became more and more tense.

This Spring Festival is not destined to be peaceful.

But it still can't stop the joy of the people of Yangning for the New Year.

"Boom!"

After the bell struck 12 o'clock, countless fireworks bloomed from the sky over Yangning.

new Year is here!

"Brother, let's go up to the roof and set off fireworks."

Feng Ran got playful and ran towards the stairs first.

"Together?" Feng Ying stared at Li Qing, reaching out to hold her hand.

Li Qing frowned and nodded, but she pretended to avoid Feng Ying's hand unintentionally, and walked in front of Feng Ying to get on the elevator, followed closely by Li Le.

After entering the elevator, Li Qing immediately sent Yu Min a text message of blessing.

Li Qing: Mom, happy new year!
Yu Min replied in seconds: Happy New Year, Keqing.

Li Qing stared at the text message, her eyebrows and eyes curved more and more.

In fact, it would be good without Ji Yicheng, she still has a mother who loves her, and a younger brother.

Li Qing turned to look at Li Le beside her, who happened to be looking at her too.

"Lele, Happy New Year."

"Sister, happy new year."

The siblings looked at each other and smiled, speaking in unison.

Catching the disappointment on Feng Ying's face, Feng Ran held his arm affectionately, looked up at him and smiled, "Brother, Happy New Year."

Staring at Feng Ran's smiling face, the haze in Feng Ying's eyes was swept away, and the eyebrows and eyes curved gently.

The elevator went up all the way and stopped at the 12th floor on the top floor.

Ding!With a crisp sound, the elevator door opened.

The four of them came out of the elevator.

Before the few people had gone far, suddenly a black figure flashed from the corridor, it was Ji Yicheng who had been waiting for Li Qing for a long time.

The moment the elevator closed, Ji Yicheng dragged Li Qing, who was walking at the end, into the elevator.

Feng Ying reacted and wanted to chase after him, but the elevator door was completely closed.

Without any hesitation, Feng Ying ran down the spare stairs, followed by Li Le.

Feng Ran frowned and stood there, not intending to chase after her.

In the empty corridor, only Feng Ran was left.

Feng Ran's footsteps hesitated for a while, and finally walked to the top floor.

top floor.

Feng Ran leaned against the railing and looked up at the continuously blooming fireworks in the sky, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Thinking of the prohibition of fireworks in the imperial capital, Yu Linhan might not see the scene of fireworks all over the city in the imperial capital.

Feng Ran took out her phone and opened WeChat.

Feng Ran seldom uses WeChat, and used to play games on WeChat.

Since becoming a trainee, Feng Ran's life has become more and more busy day by day, and he has no time to play games, let alone practice as a substitute.

At this moment, the WeChat that Feng Ran logs into happens to be the trumpet she uses as a practice, and the account is full of her former benefactors.

At the beginning of the new year, all these benefactors sent her New Year greetings.

Feng Ran hooked his lips, typed out lines of words quickly with his slender fingers, and replied to them one by one.

When Fengran read all the messages and replied, he was about to switch to his tuba.

Fund Master 520 suddenly sent a small video with the text "Happy New Year".

(End of this chapter)