Beloved 99 times: arrogant police superintendent hard to deal

The dim light fell on his face, which seemed to be carefully engraved by God.

But his expression at the moment was cold and terrible.

In her memory, she had never seen the man angry, let alone know that he was so angry.

"Miss Qiao, didn't anyone tell you that it's impolite to move other people's things at will?"

His voice was cold, and there was a trace of impatience that could not be ignored.

Qiao Jiang looked at him quietly. He didn't know how much emotion had precipitated in his eyes.

She took a sudden step forward and stopped close to him.

"Has anyone ever said that you are charming when you are angry?"

"..." he paused slightly after listening to this extremely abrupt remark.

The next second, he opened the door.

"Miss Qiao, it's late. Please come back." his every move was alienated and indifferent.

Just because she moved his set of anatomical tools.

"I'm hurt." she raised her hand, and it was scarlet in her eyes.

He Xizhe glanced lightly from her hand, "sorry."

Qiao Jiang looked at him. Although he said he was sorry, his eyes were cold.

Obviously, he doesn't care at all.

She thought that tonight, even if her hand was broken, he would just call an ambulance for her.

This man is gentle and elegant on the surface, but in fact, he is not a warm-hearted person, and I don't know why he moved his compassion to save her.

Otherwise, she would not like him so much.

She sighed helplessly.

"At least you scratched my hand. Can you bandage me?"

"Miss Qiao, it's late." after a short distance, he opened his mouth coldly.

Qiao Jiang: "

She sighed helplessly as she looked at his lack of oil and salt.

This man is cruel.

She didn't say anything, but walked out with a tiger face.

As soon as she went out with her front foot, he closed the door with his back foot. He didn't even have a polite word.

Qiao Jiang calmed down for a while, and then walked downstairs.

It's almost twelve in the morning.

She didn't expect to meet Bai Jincheng here.

At night, he stood at the door of Hefeng Xiangshe community. It seemed that he had been standing for a long time.

And it seems to be waiting for her.

Because at the moment, he was staring at her with a complex look in his eyes that Qiao Jiang couldn't understand.

She came slowly to him. "What are you doing here so late?"

"What are you doing at Wei Xue's boyfriend's house so late?"

He bit the word Wei Xue very hard, as if he was deliberately reminding him of something.

Qiao Jiang blinked. "Well, he will be my boyfriend in the future."

"Who are you?"

The smile on his face suddenly coagulated. In the bright streamer, the long eyelashes hung a thick shadow. He stared at her tightly and didn't let go of any emotional changes on her face.

Qiao Jiang raised his eyes and looked at him, "what do you want to say?"

"What's your relationship with Wei Xue?"

"Why is your soup as hard to swallow as hers?"

"Why do you like to peel off the skin of a chicken as much as she does?"

"Why..."

He asked several reasons in a row, and each time he asked, he was serious.

"Why are you a pervert like her?"

"...." Qiao Jiang looked at him quietly.

Pervert?

Where is she sick?

"What do you have to do with Wei Xue's death?"

Qiao Jiang was surprised, so he asked so many questions just to lead to the last one.

He thinks Wei Xue's death has something to do with her?

She hummed softly with an unknown meaning, "because I'm Wei Xue."