[Yan Ye, I can't go to the police station to testify for you, but don't worry, my dad promised to solve it for you! ]
Yan Baiye didn't expect that Shi Yan called him and Shi Xueyao sent him a text message right after him.
"Haha, solved?" He was too lazy to reply.
Yan Baiye recalled that Shi Yan must have hated him when he was a child.
In a place where Aunt Shen and her daughter couldn't see, she showed him a look of disdain and contempt, and a look of superiority, which left a deep impression.
"What's wrong, Xiaoye?" Aunt Cui asked.
"It's okay, Aunt Cui, you don't have to support me like this."
Yan Baiye just went for a check-up and is now on his way back to the inpatient department.
Even the doctors were amazed. His recovery speed was too amazing. On the way back, he didn't sit in a wheelchair and walked as a rehabilitation training.
Yan Baiye wanted to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible.
But Aunt Cui was worried. Although she was usually strict, she was actually very careful.
She held Yan Baiye's hand and half-supported him.
The inpatient department is well greened, with a small lawn and tall, lush camphor trees that emit a unique smell.
There are patients and their families sitting on the benches on the small lawn. They are looking over here and think it's quite strange.
Yan Baiye hasn't lost weight yet, and his body is as fat as a white bear before hibernation.
She is tired of Cui Xueying, her beautiful face is flushed, she is panting slightly and has a thin layer of sweat on her fair forehead.
Aunt Cui already smells good, and now she is sweating, which brings a stronger body fragrance.
Yan Baiye's elbow bumped into Dabai while walking, which scared him so much that his heart beat.
But Aunt Cui seemed not to notice it, and her expression was the same as usual, her beautiful face was stern and quite serious.
Her fair cheeks were a little flushed.
Does Aunt Cui care, or not?
Yan Baiye didn't know what Aunt Cui was thinking, so he said, "The doctor said I'm fine, don't worry." He wiped Aunt Cui's forehead with his palm and wiped the sweat off her. His palm was stained with sweat, and it smelled good when he took it back. "Your calf bone is broken, how can it heal so quickly? It's better to walk gently." Yan Baiye was helpless. Aunt Cui was strict, but she always treated him as a child. She was like a mother who was worried about her son, and she disciplined him strictly and worried about everything. As he walked, a tall woman came towards him. Aunt Cui suddenly stopped and greeted the beautiful young woman in a hurry: "Teacher Song." The young woman stopped and looked at the person who greeted her in surprise: "...Sister Xueying, this is Baiye, you have grown so big." Song Yuwei looked at the people opposite, a plump woman and a little nurse, supporting a tall and fat young man together, followed by two serious men. She had a good memory, and she was very impressed by Cui Xueying, a beautiful woman with a good figure. Yan Baiye's figure also impressed her.
So she remembered it immediately.
Yan Baiye's memory was a little confused.
The woman opposite was wearing tight sea blue jeans, which tightly wrapped her legs, making her thighs look plump.
She was tall, had long legs, a narrow waist, and was very slender, but her thighs and hips were fleshy.
She was slender but not without flesh, and had the charm of a mature woman.
Her face was very beautiful, round and beautiful, and her skin was very white.
It was snow-white, and her goose neck and arms were also very white.
She was a beautiful and elegant young woman.
But her big eyes had faint dark circles and a strong sense of fatigue.
The woman looked a little depressed.
Yan Baiye had some impression of her, but he couldn't remember who she was.
The memory that was about to be captured slipped through his fingers in an instant.
Cui Xueying easily understood her child's predicament and smiled, "Teacher Song, you worked hard to teach Class 053. Our Xiaoye must have caused you a lot of trouble during those three years."
After Aunt Cui reminded Yan Baiye, his memory came back immediately and he understood everything clearly.
Song Yuwei, who taught English at Chengnan Middle School, was his homeroom teacher for three years.
At that time, the black silk and high heels that Teacher Song wore during class were talked about privately by boys in the same class and even the entire school.
For adolescent boys, Teacher Song can be said to perfectly satisfy all their fantasies about the opposite sex.
But after all, it has been too long, and he really forgot. Although it has only been three years, it has actually been more than ten years.
"Teacher Song, are you sick?" Yan Baiye asked with concern to cover up the embarrassment of forgetting the other party.
Song Yuwei forced a smile and shook her head: "My child is sick."
Yan Baiye remembered that after Song Yuwei finished teaching their class and graduated, she resigned and married a man who was a famous rich second-generation in Tianyang City.
It is said that she is a family friend of Teacher Song, and the two are childhood sweethearts.
Yan Baiye has met her several times and drove a BMW 7 Series to the school to pick up Song Yuwei.
He is very handsome, and many teachers and female classmates envied him at that time.
Aunt Cui chatted with Teacher Song for a while, and the other party left in a hurry.
On the way back, Aunt Xueying suddenly said: "Teacher Song...is not doing well."
Yan Baiye actually noticed that Teacher Song was no longer carrying a Chanel bag on her shoulder, but a linen canvas bag.
She was dressed quite simply, with tight jeans and a simple plain T-shirt.
She was still beautiful without makeup, but she was haggard.
"What's wrong with her?" Yan Baiye asked.
Cui Xueying shook her head: "I don't know much, but our bank has two properties of her family as collateral, and she can't pay back the loan.
Song Lan said that her family had a lot of changes. Her husband was cheated by someone else, lost a lot of money in gambling, and owed the other party a lot of money. These gangsters are really damned."
Song Lan is Aunt Cui's good friend and a cousin of Teacher Song.
Yan Baiye didn't ask much, because he still had a lot of things to deal with and was facing imprisonment.
...
At the same time.
The Party Committee of Tianyang Public Security Bureau was held in the conference room.