Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

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"Officer, can you change your clothes before leaving?"

There is only a nightgown wrapped around her body, and there is no time to wear anything else.

No way, just go to the police station like this?

If you're facing your wife alone, you don't need a nightgown, of course!

Su Zhixiao got goose bumps on his back when he was shocked by the sound of 'wife':

"hurry up!"

Someone stretched out his hands and gathered the collar of his nightgown, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Officer Su, do you want to monitor?"

Surveillance shit!

Su Zhixiao rolled his eyes:

"If you want to talk nonsense one more word, there is no need to change it!"

Open a dyeing workshop if you give some color, right?

Fortunately, this person changed clothes fairly quickly, and when he came out again, he was taken away immediately.

Coincidentally, in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, I ran into Zheng Bingyang who had returned from packing small wontons outside.

"Brother Yan? Hey, who are you? Where do you want to take Brother Yan?" Chu Tutu was a series of questions.

It's just that before he got close, he was stopped.

"Why what?"

A police officer's certificate was thrown in front of his eyes:

"The police handle the case!"

Well?

There was an instant silence.

At first, everyone was quite low-key, and no one paid much attention along the way, but the assistant yelled at me like this. Although there are not many people in the lobby, there are better staff at the front desk, and there are scattered guests staying here. Everyone looked this way.

"Hey, is he really Best Actor Fu?"

"It's so late, why did the police look for Best Actor Fu?"

"Tsk tsk, why else? If you don't commit a crime, can the police come to your door? It looks like you have to take it back!"

Fu Jiyan didn't care much about the comments around him pointing and pointing, and glanced at his assistant:

"Assistant Zheng."

"Eh, Brother Yan?"

"Where are the wontons?"

what?

"Here and here."

Why don't you carry it?

Unexpectedly, someone stretched out his hand:

"Not for me? I'm hungry."

hiss~

Zheng Bingyang quickly handed over the packaged wontons:

"Brother Yan, here it is."

And the two policemen following him also turned a blind eye.

It's appropriate to be a member of the police anyway, so I won't care so much.

Fu Jiyan was carrying a small wonton, and walked outside leisurely, as if he was taking a bodyguard to visit his back garden.

this.

The onlookers were dumbfounded and panicked.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like someone who committed something wrong?

How can a perpetrator be so swaggering?

Can you be so arrogant?

Zheng Bingyang was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses, and quickly ran into the elevator, went upstairs, and went to find Manager Zhou.

Brokers and assistants will definitely not live in the presidential suite, they usually live in business suites, not on the first floor, so naturally they don't know what happened upstairs.

Fu Jiyan followed two criminal police officers to the temporary headquarters downstairs, where Luo Yifan and Team Fang were discussing.

"Captain Luo, the police officers of your City Bureau will leave it to you."

Luo Yifan raised his head, and when he saw someone in formal attire at night, his brain was a little blown, and he stood up:

"What's going on?" asked.

The two police officers from the Ningnan City Bureau laughed sullenly, and briefly described the matter:

"Captain Luo, we have to go back and continue sweeping the building, I'll leave it to you."

Luo Yifan nodded:

"Okay, trouble."

"No, no, Team Luo is being polite."

Luo Yifan actually doesn't like to deal with people in the entertainment circle, but now he can't help it. On other people's territory, this can be regarded as his own family.

"Mr. Fu, does that lady have anything to do with you?"

"No! I don't know!"

"Then why did she knock on your door?"

Fu Jiyan shrugged:

"I also really want to know about this question, Captain Luo, can I report the crime?"

sweat.

"Whatever you want."

sure.