Chapter 4 No reason to break up (this chapter is free)

Zhao Liang had the urge to escape for a moment, but when he saw the gun holster on the waist of the policewoman, he still took off his sunglasses honestly and accepted the question.

"What's the name?" the policewoman asked in Zhao Liang's eyes.

"Zhao Liang" Zhao Liang felt a little guilty and lowered his head unconsciously. When he heard the female policewoman humming softly, he felt very embarrassed.

"You have a surname Zhao too?" The policewoman did not hide the disdain in her tone, and expressed her subtext very vividly: "You have a surname Zhao too?"

Zhao Liang could only remain silent in a frustrated manner.

"What are you going to do with your bag and sunglasses so early?"

Zhao Liang hummed in dissatisfaction, trying to express his dissatisfaction clearly, but it really sounded quite dissatisfied, like a pig that was not fed.

The policewoman ignored him and said, "Open the bag, I want to check it."

"Why..." Zhao Liang got stuck in the master halfway through his words, because the policewoman took out a pair of handcuffs from his back and swayed absent-mindedly. The implicit threat made him take off his bag in dissatisfaction.

The policeman picked up his schoolbag and flipped it over, his face getting colder, "It's less than 7 o'clock in the morning, I'm changing my clothes on my back." The female policeman deliberately stretched out the words "Change" and then stomped her feet suddenly and shouted loudly, "Prepare to run away."

"No, no..." Zhao Liang, who was poked at the center, hurriedly explained, "I just had an internet cafe all night, the boss..."

"Take a change of clothes to the Internet cafe all night. Humph, you are so confused, come back with me and make it clear."

Then Zhao Liang was given a pair of bracelets for free on his wrist, although they were connected.

"Captain Song." The policewoman saluted behind Zhao Liang. Zhao Liang turned around and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties with a thin face and a vicissitudes of life. His eyes shone like an eagle. "This guy..."

The middle-aged man listened carefully and glanced at Zhao Liang from time to time, "Well, the observation ability is good, Xiao Zhao. It's suspicious, but..."

Zhao Zhenxue understood that although this guy was involved in the case, he was definitely not the mastermind. She believed that he was a thief who stole bicycles in the nearby area, but if she wanted to say that this guy in front of him could steal a bank ATM, he also stole the cash truck passing by the roadside in front of three or four armed men...

Zhao Zhenxue shook her head and looked at the rising sun. A thought appeared in her mind - unless the earth turned the wrong direction today.

Ivan, who had just successfully robbed, seemed not very happy at this moment. Looking at the pile of paper money on the bed, he had endless distress in his heart. During the storage of space, Ivan automatically filtered out the paper tape used to tie the paper money in the armored truck, and his storage space was generally without gravity. So when Ivan took out the money from the space, Ivan could only look at a pile of paper as messy as a mountain.

At this time, he regretted whether he was too specialized in his profession. Except for space and prophecy, he had few other magics. If he had learned a little bit of wind control spell, he might not have to suffer like this now.

However, Ivan's biggest advantage is that he is patient. Many times, even the mages have to do some repetitive work that they hate the most, such as counting money, even using magic to count money.

100,200...100,200,300...100,000,200,300,000...1 million,120,000,300,000...1 million,120,000,126,300.

If this is an online game novel, spells require proficiency, 100 in the primary level, 1000 in the intermediate level, and so on, even if Ivan just learned the skill of the hand of thoughts, after such a long period of training, he would have to be at the advanced level or above.

Unfortunately, Ivan's hand of thought has long been overthrown. Obviously, this is not an online game novel. Excessive use of skills will not allow Ivan to comprehend higher-level spells, but it just makes him feel a little dizzy and sleepy.

Ivan hasn't experienced the feeling of overdrawing magic for a long time. Now he is a little troubled to go back to the space to sleep. He lay on the bed, looking at the pile of red in front of him, thinking about so much money, he bought a piece of land and built a mage tower first. Oh, the mage tower may be a bit unrealistic. There seems to be no necessary materials in this world. If it really doesn't work, build a simple laboratory first and don't let yourself do nothing all day.

Outside the window, as the sun slowly rose, the shadows in front of the window became shorter and shorter. Ivan lay among the piles of RMB and fell asleep quietly. Ivan slept soundly. Even the phone next to the bed kept whimpering and unable to wake him up. I have to say that this is very rare in Ivan's mage career, which has been nearly a thousand years. However, because of this, we can also see that counting money and cramps in his hands is really not a romantic thing.

Xia Jing held the exquisite parasol in one hand and stroked a silver key with the other, feeling unsure.

Zhou Feng's abnormal love for her yesterday made her mood a little out of control. After being humbled for twenty minutes in the dormitory, she looked in the mirror for another 40 minutes - she was still so beautiful and had a slim figure, but why did the weapon she had always been most proud of failed?

Did Zhou Feng have other women behind her back?

It was impossible, she concluded in her heart that Zhou Feng didn’t have the courage, even if he had, he didn’t have the strength. She basically knew how much Zhou Feng’s salary was, what he had done, and how much he could save.

Maybe he had something unhappy at work recently, or the account was stolen from the game again, so he was in a bad mood. Xia Jing thought about this and agreed with her guess.

Today is Monday. At noon, Zhou Feng must still be in the company. Xia Jing decided to go to Zhou Feng’s residence to check out and help sweep the floor, wash clothes, etc. She regretted it at this moment. Before she found the next meal ticket, she rashly abandoned the previous one. Obviously, it was not a rational behavior. Can she forgive him for having a little temper occasionally. Isn’t it a man if she doesn’t lose her temper? But she can’t tolerate Zhou Feng getting rid of herself before she gets rid of him.

The woman's thoughts, hey, even if Ivan uses his intention to detect, he may not know what they are thinking.

At the door of Zhou Feng's room, Xia Jing carefully inserted the key, twisted gently, and then pushed it with ease...

In the red light, Xia Jing seemed to see heaven.

"Pa" The bag worth thousands of yuan fell to the ground like a garbage bag. In the past, the owner of Ruozhen treasure didn't even look at it.

Although Ivan slept very heavily, the obvious sound still made him awake instantly. He instinctively recited a plane teleportation, exerting force on his right index finger and middle finger, preparing to release it, but then cancelled it again.

Xia Jing didn't look like she came to fight him. Now it seems that she should be some of his crucial relatives. Judging from the expression on Xia Jing's face, the two should be the kind of person who had experienced the pain of separation from life and death. After a few years, they finally met again. Ivan used to go back to their hometown with some mercenaries and saw similar expressions on their wife and daughter's faces. He used a thought to detect Xia Jing, and the information he received was blank. It seemed that she was really too excited.

I saw tears of enthusiasm flashing in Xia Jing's eyes, and she covered her mouth tightly with her hands, as if she was afraid that she would shout out loud without control. After a long time, she seemed to come back to her senses and asked blankly: "Zhou Feng?"

He recognized that the voice was the one who spoke to him yesterday through his cell phone (this noun is also a newly learned term), but he couldn't remember what they said yesterday, and only remembered that the other party seemed a little angry when he spoke yesterday.

Ivan knew that the other party was asking his name. Although he didn't like the name, there was no doubt that the name represented the body, so he nodded, "It's me."

"You, you, you..." Xia Jing slowly approached and said three of you in a row, trembling in her mouth, and she couldn't continue. Her eyes were firmly attracted by the pile of red on the bed, like a fly stuck by honey, struggling in pain, but sincerely happy.

Ivan misunderstood what she meant, thinking that Xia Jing was because the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time and were excited. It was reasonable that the other party was angry yesterday. Thinking of this, he was a little vigilant: "What if the other party knew that he was not the original owner of this body?"

He didn't know that the other party didn't care who he was at all. What Xia Jing cared about was just a lot of red paper that made him worry about and counted all morning.

"I was knocked on my mind yesterday and forgot many things. Are you... Xia Jing?" Although I knew that this reason was simply terrible, Ivan still said it seriously, and talking lies with his eyes open is also one of his specialties.

At worst, I could kill someone to silence him. Ivan thought so, but his face showed a confused look on his face.

"Wind," Xia Jing finally adjusted her mood, wrapped herself in a sweet voice, then sat on the side of the bed, through her short skirt, the neat banknotes under her butt made her feel excited, "Okay, I know I'm wrong. You are a man, you are a real man, you don't care about villains, so will you forgive me this time?" Xia Jing said, but her hands began to rub the banknotes beside her.

Of course Ivan didn't know what the other party wanted to forgive himself, "Forgive me? Miss, don't you know who you are with me?"

"I called my wife last week, but now I call her lady." Xia Jing said in dissatisfaction, complaining about Zhou Feng's hypocrisy. If you had used so much money to smash me, you would have to open a room several times. Why are you pretending to be a commoner? Do rich people like to play like this?

"So, you are mine, old... huh, wife?" The pronunciation of my wife made Ivan a little uncomfortable, which made him feel like he had become a farmer who farmed.

"As long as you want, I will," Xia Jing said in a low voice with joy. It seemed that the other party was planning to spend so much money to get married. When she spoke, she thought of diamond rings, Mercedes-Benz, villas, white wedding dresses, Italian churches, solemn priests, and perhaps an angel-like flower boys, European honeymoons or Singaporean Malaysia and Thailand...

Her heart was drunk with her imagination.

But what does the old saying say, "All mages are bachelors?"

"All mages are paupers?"

"The musket chooses to die the whole family?"

Oh, it's all right, it seems that this sentence should be, "Good stories often develop in bad directions."

"That means, we are not husband and wife yet?" After confirming, Ivan felt a little relieved. It seemed that he was just a lover. In fact, even if he was a husband and wife, he was able to deal with it. In this regard, he was experienced and very professional.

So he continued to say for granted, "Then let's break up."
Chapter completed!