Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Fingertips tremble slightly.

The fluorescent lamp exudes a pale cold halo, and his face is pale and ugly.

Fu Xiu almost didn't control his emotions, and the blood rushed to his forehead all over his body.

The low gaze fell on Yan Fufeng's finger twisting the Buddhist beads, and the ring was very familiar.

Some fog-like things seemed to suddenly disperse in an instant.

When I first met at the West Market Hotel, the scenes were re-screened in my mind.

She was drunk and staggered on him, her eyes glistening, beautiful and pitiful, and she called him softly: "Husband."

He was bewitched, and he was reluctant to push her away for a while.

At that time, he thought it was Fu Xiu who called the Fu, but it was Fufeng, right?

She looked at her wrist and asked why he didn't wear Buddhist beads.

Fu Xiu thought she was arranged by the old man.

Holding her back to the room, she shed tears while keeping him, who did she think he was, Yan Fufeng?

After being together.

She said several times that his prayer beads were beautiful, and she held his hand and kissed his wrist.

Is it because Yan Fufeng brought Buddhist beads.

Yan Fufeng also has the ring that she never picks off, so what is he, a substitute?

"Fu Ju?" Yan Fufeng frowned. Fu Xiu's expression was not right. Does he know Ruan Ruan or know where she is?

Fu Xiu suppressed the emotion in his eyes, clenched his fists, and hid his trembling fingers.

"Mr. Yan cultivating Buddha?" He tried to calm himself down.

"Ok."

"Your ring doesn't go well with the prayer beads."

Yan Fufeng's eyes softened when he heard the words, "My fiancee gave me this ring, and I promised she would keep it with me."

He once asked Ruan Xi and why the ring was always on, and who gave it.

She said she bought it herself.

It was indeed that she bought it, and she didn't lie, but it was a contradiction, and she gave the other one to Yan Fufeng.

Lin Dong put the information on the small coffee table.

Fu Xiu opened the kraft paper bag and looked at it page by page.

His expression was so serious and focused that he ignored Yan Fufeng's probing eyes on him.

Met in Australia in June.

......

It exploded on September 22.

And she and she met on September 24th.

"Okay, I will try my best to investigate." Fu Xiu knew that his whole body was cold, and the irresistible chill shot up from the soles of his feet, tearing his veins and veins, and there was a blank in his mind.

"Thank you." Yan Fufeng lowered his eyes slightly.

......

Fu Xiu got up and personally sent Yan Fufeng and the others out of the office.

Yan Fufeng walked out of the police station and stood in front of the car for a while before speaking, "Dong Dong, Yan."

Lin Dong passed the cigarette and lit it for him.

Yan Fufeng clamped his fingertips and did not smoke, but stared at the scarlet sparks that were burning with tobacco.

He was still thinking about all the expressions and actions of Fu Xiu just now.

My fingertips were trembling when I was disassembling the information, not to mention that when I saw the photo, the moment I was caught off guard had a big reaction, even if Fu Xiu hid it well behind him, he was already suspicious.

Fu Xiu asked him inexplicably, repairing the Buddha and the ring, it seemed that there was nothing to do, but if Fu Xiu had met Ruan Ruan.

If Ruan Ruan still wears this ring on his hand.

Even if Fu Xiu likes her too.

Yan Fufeng twisted his eyebrows slightly and crushed the cigarette **** in the ashtray that Changming handed over.

Sitting in the car.

The sunlight outside the window shone straight in, casting shadows on Yan Fufeng's face.

The bright side is like a Buddha, and the dark side is devil.

He had an inexplicable tone with endless coldness: "Send someone to stare at Fu Xiu."

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