Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 37
"3000."

"What about the conditions?"

"There are no conditions. She is helping me out of friendship." Wilson sighed, "But she told me before that she was going to resign and return to China, and she wanted me to go with her. Getting entangled with Aiden, going to a brand new place where no one knows me, might be a good choice."

"Does Shen Lu have a husband? Or a boyfriend?" Jiang Yimian's topic was very lively.

"No." Wilson shook his head.

"Then where did the baby in her stomach come from?"

"This……"

Obviously, Wilson didn't know the answer.

He felt that this kind of thing belonged to personal privacy, and Shen Lu would never ask if she didn't take the initiative to mention it to him. This was the most basic respect for people.

However, his gentlemanly style made him miss an opportunity to recognize women.

Patting him on the shoulder, Jiang Yimian thanked him sincerely, "Thank you for your cooperation."

There was another sentence that she really wanted to say, but she felt a bit poisonous when she thought about it. It was a bit cruel for a person who had just lost a loved one, so she finally chose to keep silent.

She thought, Wilson is really not suitable for liking women, he thinks of women too simply.

After leaving the dissecting room, Jiang Yimian went to find Liang Qiu.

She told him what Wilson said, and the fat old man made up a bloody drama in minutes.

"Wilson loves Aiden, and Aiden loves Wilson, but Shen Lu also loves Wilson. Knowing that Wilson's company's capital chain turnover is not working, she blackmailed Zeng Wan to get him a large sum of money, and directed the source of the conflict to Aiden. At the same time, she sent the ambiguous video of Wilson and the woman to Zeng Wan. She knew that with Zeng Wan's character, she would do something to vent her anger, which indirectly led to Aiden's death. And once Aiden died, maybe she would Another chance to be with Wilson, what's more, the woman in the video is actually her, she drugged Wilson and took the opportunity to conceive his child."

"..."

Jiang Yimian gave him a thumbs up silently.

She felt that the reason why the domestic film and television industry was in such a slump was because of the lack of talented screenwriters like their master and apprentice.

In a few seconds, a suspenseful, brain-burning, workplace, and romantic drama came out.

But well...

It is a fact that Shen Lu loves Wilson, as for the others, it is purely the guesswork of their master and apprentice.

The police will not start an investigation just because of their speculation. In fact, they hope that the case will be understood as soon as possible so that there will be no more troubles.

There are too many coincidences in this case.

She doesn't like coincidences, but no one cares if she likes them or not.

Jiang Yimian looked at the finely crafted police badge inlaid on the opposite wall, his eyes cooled down a little.

It looks good, but it's a pity that it's too cold, without the slightest warmth.

Just like this building, there is a musty smell of years of doing things by the book.

Following the line of sight of his apprentice, Liang Qiu stood behind her and patted her on the head, and said to her in a low voice in Chinese, "The superintendent here doesn't move his butt all day long, and he seems to have forgotten to grow his brain. The average cop is pretty decent, and in a world where decency is out of fashion, you can only expect that from a man."

If their guesses are all right, he also hopes that Shen Lu can be sent to Folsom Prison and pay for everything she has done.

only--

He did not think it possible to actually see that sight.

Not possible in this city, nor in other cities half its size.

It's not possible anywhere in this vast, thriving, beautiful country that just doesn't work that way.

Jiang Yimian turned her head, and used her hands to weigh his chins, which were layered and layered, like Liang Qiu patted her head, soft and soft, and the feeling was excellent.

Liang Qiu: "..."

Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors!

"Anla, Master, I'm not that serious."

This is the same as they usually dissect a corpse.

Not every autopsy turns up a major discovery that provides a key clue to the police investigation, and occasionally, hours of hard work turn up in vain.

But it is precisely because the reality is not so beautiful that the soul has so many yearnings for white clouds.

Because of the austerity of life, Yearning held up the warm sun with his hands.

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When Jiang Yimian left the police station, the sky was so overcast that there was no light, and the clouds were so dense that it seemed that someone had covered the sun with a black cloth.

The light of lightning was reflected on the layers of dark clouds in the south, a few tentative raindrops hit the sidewalk, the watermark was as big as a nickel, and the air was stuffy like in Zeng Wan's greenhouse.

The steps in front of the gate of the police station were covered with sand blown by the wind, and the handrails were cold and wet.

Before the umbrella in Jiang Yimian's hand was opened, the heavy rain suddenly came.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, even so, there was a piercing scream, and they ran to the nearest place to avoid the rain.

Looking at the smoldering rain curtain in front of her, Miss Jiang vaguely remembered the rainstorm warning on TV yesterday.

In such a weather, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for a taxi until my hair reaches my waist.

She stood under the eaves and looked around, looking desolately like a lost puppy.

Gray raindrops fell obliquely, like a curtain of crystal beads swaying in the wind.

Just when Jiang Yimian was thinking about whether to spend the night at the police station, a silver-gray car stopped in front of the steps, the window was lowered a gap, and Dr. Colby's too fair face appeared in sight.

"Get in the car." Dr. Colby withdrew his gaze, and his voice was so calm that even the sound of rain could not be drowned out.

"……thanks."

Jiang Yimian opened the umbrella and ran into the car like a gust of wind.

A few steps away, her T-shirt was soaked through by the rain.

Sitting next to Dr. Colby, Jiang Yimian thought that she would not be able to dirty the car with her wet body, so she felt embarrassed, but she was a little cramped.

"Where?"

Jiang Yimian hurriedly reported the address.

It was raining hard outside, and the wipers barely had time to scrape the windshield so that the road could be seen clearly, but even the rain-soaked darkness could not hide the flawless lines of the trees on the street, rolling back and forth. Go, fall into the false "night," like endless spokes.

The purple lights of the green towers of Block's department store were high above, silent and solitary, beyond the wet and dark city.

Dr. Colby drove the car intently, during which time he had no communication with Jiang Yimian.

One of them looks at the road and the other looks at the hand, without disturbing each other.

Dr. Colby's hands are also very beautiful, but they are still a little worse than Feng Beiting's, at least Jiang Yimian thinks so.

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　　ps: Daqi posted a total of two chapters yesterday, one 35, one 36, the last chapter was blocked, and the ban will not be lifted until tomorrow, you can wait until tomorrow to read
　　
　
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