Everyday, Boss Is Pretending To Be Weak

Chapter 12: There are many enemies

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Xu Lin's immediate boss is the head of this area, to be precise, the head of the action team in the area. His name is Zheng Weiming, he is thirty-five years old, and he has a late-level cultivation.

In Xu Lin's memory, Zheng Weiming has always been a grumpy, rough man with a loud voice, especially a scar on his left eyebrow that splits his eyebrows. Whenever he gets angry, he is very scary.

But now? The boss with a tiger face every day actually looked at Wen Renyi with a smile on his face, his eyes filled with respect.

Wen Renyi also recognized his voice, so he smiled, "Old Zheng, long time no see."

Zheng Weiming hurriedly invited him to sit on the sofa, his tiger eyes were still full of tears, he poured tea himself, and sighed, "Leader, it's been almost six years, are you okay?"

Wen Renyi smiled, "I'm fine."

Unexpectedly, Zheng Weiming snorted suddenly, filled with righteous indignation: "Leader, I already know that Song Yushan and the others planned, planned to let you... It really pissed me off!" He said and pounded the sofa hard.

Xu Lin was still holding the waiter in his hand. Seeing that Zheng Weiming had a tendency to reminisce about the old days, he quickly stepped forward, "Boss, Young Master He and Young Master Wenren are here to record statements."

Zheng Weiming just came back to his senses, looked at He Zhou who was beside Wen Renyi, and asked doubtfully, "Young Master He?" He was all focused on Wen Renyi just now, thinking that He Zhou was just Wen Renyi's assistant or something I didn't care.

"Hi, I'm He Zhou."

Zheng Weiming's eyes widened immediately. After the Songyushan incident, Xiujie basically knew that Wen Renyi and He Zhou were married.

Zheng Weiming didn't know He Zhou, but it didn't prevent him from hearing about the reputation of First Young Master He. It didn't seem very good, but what happened on Songyu Mountain made him very grateful to He Zhou, and felt that the team leader had found a partner who would never leave. , is indeed a gratifying thing.

Although Young Master He doesn't know martial arts, he is much better than those in power in the action group and Wenren's family.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Zheng Weiming shook hands with He Zhou, seeing that he has a handsome face and a good temperament, and he looks quite a good match with Wen Renyi, and he felt even more relieved.

"Boss, my hands are sore." Xu Lin felt aggrieved.

He Zhou looked at him, "Put it on the ground." Then he faced Zheng Weiming, "This man is attacking Fenghuang with a knife, and wants to kill Ah Yi."

Zheng Weiming walked up to the waiter and looked, "What's going on with him? Why is he motionless?"

"I set up a body-fixing formation on him, do you need to untie it?" He Zhou said as he got up and stretched out his hand to approach the waiter.

Zheng Weiming's eyes widened, "It's interesting that there is still such a formation, please untie it."

As soon as He Zhou untied the formation, the waiter reached out to attack He Zhou, but Zheng Weiming, who had been staring at him, slapped him to the ground and dragged him all the way into the interrogation room.

The interrogation room where warriors were held was specially designed. Zheng Weiming buckled the waiter on the chair, and his cultivation was suppressed, and he couldn't break free at all.

Zheng Weiming sat opposite him, "Name?"

The waiter looked at the injury on his shoulder and curled his lips, "I'm applying for treatment."

"Oh." Zheng Weiming nodded and went out, shut the door of the interrogation room tightly, and then sat down on the sofa opposite Wen Renyi and He Zhou.

Xu Lin stood aside, "Boss, have you finished asking?" This is too fast!

Zheng Weiming shook his head, and said in a rough voice: "He's disobedient, I'll let him hang out and make notes for the team leader and First Young Master He first." In fact, he wanted to stay with Wen Renyi for a while.

After finishing the notes, he looked at the time, "It's almost time to leave work, team leader, Young Master He, I will treat you to Lao Zheng later, can you two do me a favor?"

He Zhou smiled, "Thank you Officer Zheng for your kindness, but I have already agreed with my parents to go home for dinner in the evening, and when the case is cleared, Ah Yi and I will be hosts, so don't refuse."

Wen Renyi nodded, "Old Zheng, I have wronged you in recent years."

Hearing this, Zheng Weiming's nose was slightly sore, he didn't feel wronged, he just felt that the team leader was too difficult. Back then, Wen Renyi risked his life alone for their sake. In the end, he was seriously injured and fell into a coma for many days. After waking up...he thought that for such a hero, the special department and Wen Renyi would treat Wen Renyi kindly, but the result was...

He said some bad things in a fit of anger, and then he was transferred from the general action team to this area by his superiors, where he lived in a daze all day long.

Until now, he is still holding his breath.

"Team leader, I am not wronged, it is you who are wronged." The rough man's eyes were red, and his voice was choked up.

Xu Lin sighed inwardly, he had never seen the boss like this before.

Wen Renyi was helpless, "I'm fine. I told you before that things shouldn't just look at the surface. I'll leave the case to you and let me know the result."

He Zhou estimated that Zheng Weiming would cry if he stayed any longer, so he took Wen Renyi's hand and left the police station.

"Who do you think will kill you?" He Zhou and Wen Renyi walked side by side and asked him.

Wen Renyi "looked" at him, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, gentle and handsome, "There are many people who want to kill me, and I don't know."

Seeing that he was not affected at all, He Zhou felt admiration in his heart, "What do you mean by what you said to Zheng Weiming before you left?"

Wen Renyi didn't answer him, but instead asked: "Are we going back?"

He Zhou smiled, "Why, you don't want to?"

"It's not that he doesn't want to, but Guo Yang is still waiting to report to me." Wen Renyi stopped and faced the rushing traffic.

A car stopped in front of them. He Zhou looked at the driver's seat. It was Wen Renyi's bodyguard. He didn't expect that he even had the car ready. He Zhou felt helpless and was really in a hurry to go back to work.

After returning to He's house, He Shaoning and Zhao Jing couldn't go home due to busy work. The servants at home cooked dinner, and they ate together with He Ye. After eating, He Ye went back to his room to study. Yi came to his bedroom, took out brand new clothes from the closet, and handed them to him, "You go take a shower first."

Wen Renyi didn't refuse either.

Taking advantage of the time when he was taking a shower, He Zhou took out the formation book that He Shaoning had given him, and began to read it. He has a strong spiritual sense and a deep knowledge of formations, so he read it quickly. By the time Wen Renyi came out, he had already read most of it.

"I'm ready."

A light fragrance wafted into the tip of his nose from behind, and He Zhou turned around to look, and the soft light fell on him. He was wearing pajamas, tall and slender, his wet hair was still dripping, and was then dried by a towel.

He Zhou put down the book and came to him, "I'll wipe it for you."

Wen Renyi stopped his movements and tilted his head to "look" at him, seeming a little confused.

He Zhou stretched out his hand to help him onto the bed and sat down, "My dad told me to take care of you more." He took his towel and wiped it for him.

Hearing people's words, he couldn't help but chuckled softly. Through his slender eyelashes, He Zhou's gaze fell on his straight nose, and his movements became much lighter, "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Renyi raised his head, and the two were so close that they seemed to be breathing together. He Zhou's breath was slightly stagnant, and he looked at him quietly, his heart beating a little fast.

"I mean, I'm actually going to get a hair dryer."

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