Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

Jiao Yang coldly sneered, disapproving, and said calmly: "Do you know who I am? What qualifications do you have to arrest me? If the Sheng family is affected by your foolish decision today, who of you can compensate me for the loss? Who can compensate the tens of thousands of Sheng’s employees for their losses?”

"Don't use the Sheng family to pressure others. The central government issued the arrest warrant this time. If the law finally determines that you are innocent, it will be clarified. At that time, the state will bear the losses of all of you."

The policeman said calmly.

You have to believe that in this world, the sky net is sparse and not leaking out.

The emperor breaks the law and the common people are equally guilty. Even if you are Sheng Jiaoyang, you can't escape.

Jiaoyang twitched the corner of her mouth and was about to speak when she suddenly thought of something and her eyes were thoughtful.

Bo Yunli's pupils opened slightly and he was about to step forward.

"It seems like I have no reason to refuse."

She bent her eyes and went out elegantly, thinking she was attending some international ceremony.

"I hope you keep your word."

"Jiaoyang." Bo Yunli frowned and shook his head gently at her.

And she turned away and stopped looking at him.

The police were also a little surprised. They originally thought that taking Sheng Jiaoyang to the police station would take a lot of effort.

Just when they took out the silver handcuffs and were about to put them on her, another hand stopped them.

"Until the matter has been decided, no one is qualified to let her wear the shackles of this crime." Bo Yunli squinted his eyes slightly, his awe-inspiring aura as the head of the Bo family clearly revealed.

Jiaoyang curled her lips at her, and the corners of her slightly raised eyes were extremely beautiful.

"This" the policeman holding the handcuffs was in trouble. The captain pressed his hand down and looked at Bo Yunli warily.

At least according to the current situation, as long as Sheng Jiaoyang can be taken to the police station, anything else can be said.

"Walk."

Bo Yunli watched the car in front of him go away, his fingers still trembling slightly.

He fell down weakly, holding on to the wall with his hands.

Ever since he learned that No. 1 had left, he had not had any time to relax, and so many things happened one after another.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call with a trembling voice. His whole body was limp and weak, his legs were trembling, and his will seemed to be wandering.

"Is it Dr. Jiang? Jiaoyang was taken away just now."

After listening to his retelling, Jiang Sicheng slowly put down his phone and looked out the window, unable to discern his emotions.

The day has come.

He was silent for a while, staring at the phone, and finally dialed the person he least wanted Jiaoyang to have anything to do with, but now he had to ask for help.

The cell phone rang for a long time.

During this time, their brotherly relationship was almost broken.

"Hey, brother"

Jiang Sicheng covered his face, his eyes moist.

"You asked so many questions and I answered them all. What else do you want to know?"

Jiaoyang curled her lips slightly and crossed her arms across her chest.

The small, dark space was crowded with people standing outside, and countless machines were facing her.

Should she thank them for looking up to her?

She laughed mockingly.

"You said your mother died in an accident?"

Opposite me, the nearly fifty-year-old Forester touched the prickly white beard on his chin and spoke calmly.

Among the most famous psychiatrists in the world, one is Jiang Sicheng in China, and the other is Lao Fu Lester in Europe. The higher-ups may have also suspected Jiang Sicheng, so they tried every means to bring him to China from abroad.

This time, a lot of money was spent to step down the Rasheng family.

"yes."

Jiaoyang became a little impatient, "You have asked me this exact same question at least ten times. Old man, why don't Alzheimer's people come out and embarrass themselves again?"

She tilted her head to the side, a bright and evil smile on her face.

"But why does the record show that you are lying?"

Old Forester looked at the steady curve displayed in the instrument, his dark blue eyes showing a wise look.

He crossed his hands and placed them on the table, slowly approaching.

"And when you are lying, your heartbeat fluctuates very little. What's going on?"

"Huh?" Jiaoyang sneered a few times, her eyes dark, "Is your machine as rusty as your brain? Again, I didn't kill anyone."

The curve that appears in the instrument is smoother this time.

He doesn’t even draft a lie. This is not quite right. A teenage girl, no matter how many things she has gone through, should not be so cunning.

Lao Fu Lester did not look at her, his eyes were fixed on the instrument. He had not ignited the passion for gaming for a long time, but this time it suddenly started to burn: "I only believe in data."

"This bad data is killing people." Jiaoyang raised an eyebrow.

"There's no need for you to pretend to have a split personality anymore. I think your illness is actually just an act." His voice was steady, but Jiaoyang knew he was testing.

"What kind of split personality?" She raised her lips, "There is only one Sheng Jiaoyang in this world."

Old Forester glanced at her for a few times, and his dark blue eyes contained a smile: "The way you looked just now, you really look like my son."

"Then what?" Jiaoyang raised her eyebrows. She was so bored that she simply lowered her head and played with her nails, her smile not reaching her eyes. "Does he have such beautiful blue eyes like you?"

"You don't have to get close to me. I'm old and I won't take advantage of you young people."

He continued to smile: "Because later, after I discovered that he had an extreme mental illness, I personally sent him to a mental prison specially designed to detain high-risk groups."

Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, then narrowed her eyes: "You are really just and righteous in killing your relatives. You are different from many fathers in this world."

"For example, is it like your father, who tries every possible means to cover up the bad things he did for you?" Old Fulester still laughed.

Jiaoyang also laughed, this was a psychological game.

"Isn't it unkind to say that a great father who was just and selfless has passed away?"

"How did your father die? It is said that he died of a heart attack not long after he stepped down?"

"You care about my father so much, but I suddenly became interested in your son."

Jiaoyang smiled appropriately: "I really want to know what a man with such a father would be like. He imagines that he must be as personable, elegant and charming as you."

She raised her hand, holding her chin, with longing eyes, "I wonder if I will be lucky enough to meet you in this life?"

"Probably not."

Old Forester was not affected at all, "Because for the rest of your life, you are destined to enjoy a complete prison sentence like him."

The trial ended without any resolution.

Old Forester walked out of it and shook his head helplessly.

This woman's own psychological quality is really too strong.

Two chapters in one.