Repaying With Marriage

Chapter 167

Hearing Professor Qin's three words, Wen Ke's expression turned cold for a moment, his eyes didn't reveal much, and he changed the subject calmly: "Bring anti-wolf spray on you, if you meet any criminals again Stalking, don’t be polite and just spray. But you can’t give you a baton, which doesn’t comply with relevant internal regulations. You know, many things in the country are very strict, and there are many old-fashioned and strange regulations.”

"I know, that's enough." Shi Su weighed the two cans of things in his hand, and then looked at the time: "What time do you go to the police station today, and stay for something to eat before leaving?"

"I really don't see how you look like you're in the entertainment industry. You look like a sexy little cook." Wen Ke mocked her with a smile, and was about to say that he didn't want to eat, when he suddenly cast his eyes down, and then looked back again. Looking up at Shi Su, he said meaningfully, "Is there anyone else in the family?"

"...No." Shi Su Mingming remembered that she just put away Jing Jihan's shoes and coat, as well as the clothes Zhou He sent.

Wen Ke looked at Shi Su's expression and raised his eyebrows: "A man?"

"..."

Wen Ke's eyes didn't even look at Shi Su's face for too long, he just glanced at her, and walked directly into the door.

When passing by the closed bedroom doors, Wen Ke always looked at Shi Su, until he passed by the master bedroom door, Shi Su's expression remained unchanged and very calm, but Wen Ke stopped in front of the door. He moved, and casually pointed to the door of the master bedroom, then raised his eyebrows at Shi Su.

It is indeed a criminal investigation elite who came out of the FBI Criminal Psychology Department.

Shi Su grinned, raised his hand and moved his mouth into a clasped fist, mouthing something to her: Admiration.

Wen Ke was going to be on duty later, so he didn't have time to talk to her, didn't knock on the door, and didn't do anything else. He just looked at Shisu for a while, and then left.

Shi Su hurried to see her off: "You really don't want to stay for dinner?"

"Don't eat, it's too late."

"You're busier now than you were in America."

"Fortunately, there are two different ways of busying. One is hard work, the body and the soul are always on the way, and the other is that you must be at the post on time, you must not be late, and you must not miss the job."

When the two walked to the elevator door, Shi Su's eyes inadvertently glanced in the direction of the wall next to the elevator door.

While waiting for the elevator, Wen Ke said, "You like that man very much."

Shi Su's eyes paused: "...No, it's just a coincidence that he appeared in my house."

"You don't have the temperament that anyone can approach casually, especially in a place that is too private like home. You can allow yourself to enter the room like this, and you can even directly rest in your master bedroom, which is enough to show your trust in this person. Also, your defensiveness over the years has all failed on him."

While Wen Ke was speaking, he looked at Shi Su's face in a daze for a moment with peaceful eyes: "Is it because the status and status are very mismatched?"

Shi Su tried to struggle, and wanted to say that it was because Jing Jihan had lived in her house for a while before, and we had lived under the same roof for a long time, so she didn't shy away too much.

What's more, the place where she lives now belongs to Jing Jihan.

She can't let people sleep coldly after destroying people's stomachs like this.

But when you think about it carefully, these reasons seem to be too far-fetched.

Especially when facing Wen Ke, Wen Ke's innately keen intuition and her very professional psychology can't even hide from her, the most difficult to deal with in the United States, who is good at disguising prisoners, let alone even though she thinks her acting skills are not good enough. But Shi Su is actually not very good at lying.

Shi Su didn't answer directly, just looked at the elevator that was about to reach the 31st floor, and said: "My previous life was almost destroyed because I was under the roof of Shi's family, and I only survived in the following years. And myself, you also know what I have been researching for the past few years, and I don’t have the time and energy to think about any issues other than survival. More importantly, I am not a single and free little girl. Come on, I don’t even know who the father of the child is.”

"Would he mind?"

"I mind."

The elevator door opened, and it was inconvenient for Wen Ke to stay for a long time, so he walked into the elevator and took a deep look at Shisu before the door closed: "Don't try?"

"If you don't try, you can't afford it."

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Shi Su really couldn't afford to try.

Just look at Jing Jihan sitting on her bed, but looking at the data files and emails in the computer from time to time, obviously only in such a bedroom, but with a calm aura as if this is his all-powerful business battlefield, calm and calm.

It's no wonder she could try this man whose status and status were not equal to hers at all.

What's more, she has no love experience at all, and when she met such a ruthless character from the very beginning, if in the future, Mr. Tianjing suddenly threw tens of millions or hundreds of millions in front of her to force her to leave his grandson, she was afraid that she would Take the money and leave without hesitation.

Thinking that she may have to face such an inhumane test in the future, or thinking that Mr. Tianjing will throw money in front of her in the future, Shi Su is struggling to think at this moment. Doesn't she look like an overly realistic woman when the money goes away? How to interpret this kind of plot as pure and innocent, as if I took the money and left, but I was actually the one who was persecuted?

Wow, this question is so difficult, it might as well just let nothing happen in the first place.

The man sitting on the bed suddenly looked away from the computer screen, and turned to look at Shi Su who had been staring at him for a long time.

No matter how well he strategizes, it is absolutely impossible to figure out that Shi Su has already memorized an overbearing president's romance novel in his mind at this moment, let alone that the plot in Shi Su's mind has developed to the point where she is sitting on a mountain of money. Holding a glass of 82-year-old Lafite red wine and Shi Mianmian's 82-year-old AD calcium milk clinking glasses, the scene of the mother and daughter crying wildly while drinking.

There was a pleasant notification sound in the air, and Jing Jihan turned off the computer.

Shi Su came back to his senses in an instant, quickly retracted the gaze that was about to drill a hole in him just now, and then remembered his purpose of coming back to the master bedroom, and quickly picked up the electronic thermometer and moved over: "I'll test it for you again. Take your temperature."

Jing Jihan showed no expression: "It's not burning anymore."

"You said that if you don't have a fever, you won't have a fever? Think you are a doctor?"

Shi Su stuck the thermometer on his forehead, picked it up and checked, it was thirty-six degrees eight.

Is it really not burning?

She looked at Jing Jihan in a blink of an eye, and the meaning in that look was clearly, since he has no fever, there is nothing wrong with him, can he go?

Jing Jihan didn't seem to see her eagerly looking forward to her gaze, leaned on the head of the bed obediently, raised his hand over the quilt and placed it on his stomach: "Stomach pain."

Shi Su: "..."