"Don't think so much," Cheng Boyan put his phone on the desk, walked behind him, and pinched his shoulders, "You are sitting on the ground and hitting the wall..."

"Why should I sit on the ground and hit the wall?" Xiang Xi said weakly.

Cheng Boyan smiled: "I just said casually, you are just sitting on the ground..."

"I won't sit if I hit the wall, I will definitely stand." Xiang Xi turned his head.

"Okay, you're just standing and hitting the wall now," Cheng Boyan pinched and knocked on his shoulder, "I can't solve those people. The only way is to watch it quietly. Instead of watching it with a sad face, it's better to watch it as usual..."

"I know, I just can't help but think about it," Xiang Xi frowned. "If I knew each other, I would have really sacrificed myself, but those people looked like they were not as handsome as Uncle Ping. Who else could send such a few people to squat down!"

"Pie?" Cheng Boyan paused the movements in his hand, and suddenly went over and grabbed his phone, "I may know."

"What do you know?" Xiang Xi looked at him.

Cheng Boyan didn't say anything and dialed the number with his cell phone.

It took several sounds there before someone answered the phone. Song Yi's lazy voice came over: "Boyan?"

"Did you have something wrong and didn't tell me?" Cheng Boyan asked directly.

"What...thing?" Song Yi was stunned for a moment, and then he became energetic: "No, you've discovered it now? These guys are too useless!"

"You really called those people downstairs in my house?" Cheng Boyan felt that he had not controlled his voice. When he called, he was just guessing that Song Yi admitted so frankly and neatly, which shocked him.

Xiang Xi turned his head suddenly, his eyes almost glaring in a round shape: "Is that the person Brother Song called?"

"I called me, I didn't want to tell you," Song Yi smiled, "You don't need to thank me for your little things."

"Who wants to thank you!" Cheng Boyan didn't know what to say, "Did you feel very lonely after quitting the world for a long time?"

"I just don't worry," said Song Yi. "If you don't worry about ten thousand, just be afraid of something. If you want them to accompany you for a while, you can help me with anything."

"What are you helping? Fighting? Fighting in the underworld?" Cheng Boyan pinched his eyebrows.

"I'm not a gangster." Song Yi corrected him.

"Lin He knows you want to play this?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"I know, I told him," Song Yixiao smiled, "Don't worry, you don't care about food or accommodation, just pretend that you can't see it."

"No, Lin He agreed to you do this?" Cheng Boyan was a little unbelievable, "Did you drug him? Is Lin He here or not, please let him come and answer the phone."

"Oh," Song Yi smiled and sighed, calling Lin He over, "Tell me both of you."

"Boyan," Lin He took his cell phone, "Don't think you're going to make a big deal about this. We just have to be careful. It's best if you have nothing to do. If you have something to do, you can take care of it."

"You are really okay," Cheng Boyan pressed his voice and walked into the living room. "Is there really something wrong, do you want to fight in a group or what? Do you think Song Yi is too honest in the past two years and you are not used to it?"

"If we don't fight, our plan is not a fight," Lin He explained to him, "it's just... relying on the number of people to make it inconvenient for the other party to start, really."

Cheng Boyan made him happy and sighed for a long time: "Thank you, how long do you plan to have a lot of people?"

"I believe in the strength of our police," Lin He said with a smile, "at most half a month, I will definitely be able to catch people."

Cheng Boyan and Lin He chatted for a while, hung up the phone and returned to the kitchen. Xiang Xi was leaning against the desk in a daze.

"Okay," Cheng Boyan went over and pulled his head with his hands, "Don't be nervous, it's really someone Song Yi called. Go and call Song Yi and say thank you."

"Yeah." Xiang Xi nodded and lowered her head to the living room to make a phone call.

Cheng Boyan washed the potatoes and prepared to steam them as mentioned in the recipe. Xiang Xi called and went into the kitchen again, looking a little depressed.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Boyan bounced on his forehead, "I know it's okay, why do you still have this expression?"

"I just think," Xiang Xi lowered his eyelids, "It's because of me that everyone is uneasy."

"Who is uneasy?" Cheng Boyan smiled.

"You, Brother Song, and Lin He," Xiang Xi frowned, "and the three buddies downstairs..."

"I don't count, there is no such statement between us." Cheng Boyan patted his back.

"What about Brother Song and the others," Xiang Xi sighed, "How worried."

Xiang Xi has grown up so old that he has always kept a distance from everyone, including steamed buns, and never easily gets into relationships with anyone, especially in trouble.

Now because of him, the people around him will be involved to a greater or lesser extent, which makes him very uneasy and very unhappy.

"They are friends, and friends are just not safe," Cheng Boyan said with a smile, "I will do the same if they are in trouble."

"Is that true?" Xiang Xi frowned and thought, "I don't know if I will."

"You know," said Cheng Boyan, "Aren't you very concerned about steamed buns?"

"Mantou..." Xiang Xi closed his eyes, "Yes, it's probably Mantou. If he... I find that I am really good... I don't seem to have friends."

"Who said there was no," said Cheng Bo. "My friends can also be your friends. Don't you have a good relationship with your colleagues in the supermarket, and you will also be friends in the future."

"Yeah." Xiang Xi smiled, remembering that Yu Baoquan sent a text message in the afternoon, his mood rose again, and after he raised his face, he frowned again: "Manbu...what is happening now?"

"I will be transferred away in the past two days. My health is quite stable, nothing is wrong." Cheng Boyan patted him, turned around and drew the potatoes and put them in a pot to steam them.

Xiang Xi breathed a sigh of relief, cooked the rice and sat down in the living room. He replied to Yu Baoquan with a text message. In the afternoon, he was frightened by the people downstairs and had not had enough time to reply.

Friends?

Xiang Xi smiled. He used to have no friends, and steamed buns were considered an unexpected miracle.

There are no friends in the broken place of Zhaojiayao, and there will never be someone who can let go of the guards. Those so-called "friends" can only prove that they are trapped in the dark together.
Chapter completed!