Mo Nan's work as a criminal police officer has been going very smoothly. After graduating from college, he joined the Criminal Investigation Brigade of the Xicheng Branch as an intern. In their fifth year at the branch, they solved a serial murder case. At the shift change that day, she and a colleague walked out along the alley. They were both very hungry, so they turned a small road to eat, and they met the murderer. The two consciously divided their labor and became the main force to take down the murderer. It really complied with what my father often said: handling cases depends on handling and handling.
Her father was also a criminal police officer. His death fourteen years ago made Mo Nan doubt the profession of police. Later, she accidentally saw her father's informant. The dead person was right in front of her, like a thunder, splitting a crack in the copper and iron wall. After unremitting efforts, the truth about his father's sacrifice was revealed.
Mo Nan said nothing and just stared at Ji Fuwei for a few seconds. At this time, Ji Fuwei may have realized how childish her behavior was for a man in his thirties. He coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, then turned on the light and looked at Mo Nan. The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Mo Nan saw some embarrassment and resentment in Ji Fuwei's eyes, while Ji Fuwei only saw narrow-mindedness and gloating in Mo Nan's eyes. Mo Nan couldn't help but laugh. Ji Fuwei watched her smile secretly helplessly, struggled for a few seconds and started laughing too. Ji Fuwei stared at Mo Nan's smiling face and the eyes she was looking at him. He stepped forward and hugged Mo Nan's waist. He scratched the itch on her waist and said with some hatred, "Is it funny?"
Without waiting for her answer, he moved his hands up to hold her face, moved closer to him and kissed her lips.
