CEO's amnesiac sweet wife

The director still has some doubts: "really?"

"Since she finally chose her mother's family and her brother, regardless of her and her husband's face, she gave up her husband's family, so I don't need to have any attachment to her. A few months ago, my father took part in the case of Hei'an dragon gang. After all, it was just a case of the Chinese people who came to China to take the place of my father. "

The director was relieved and didn't say anything more. He stood up and stretched out his hand: "well, I also sincerely welcome the help of Ning family. In the days before going to court, Nie Shao dispatched everything. If you want to bring the suspect up for trial, or if you have other arrangements, just tell the police officers to do it. Happy cooperation

Nie Yixiao glanced at the director's outstretched hand, gently folded his suit, and turned away with the guard.

The director takes back the hand hanging in the air. The young master of Ning family is really cold.

After a pause, he ordered a subordinate of the police: "stare at Nie Shao."

A cell in a detention house.

When Qiao yonger woke up from syncope with a splitting headache, it was already night.

When she got up, the bones of her limbs were almost broken. She bared her head and looked down. Her white arms and legs were bruised.

She thought that the three policemen would not let themselves go easily and would continue to lynch themselves in that room, even

I didn't expect to be sent back so soon. It's also a great fortune in misfortune.

In the next few days, the police will treat themselves like this every day, right?

They're going to keep pushing her to confess.

She stumbled out of bed and went to the tap to wash her cold face. The iron door slammed open.

A Mexican policewoman came and said in English, "come out with me."

She was stunned, and sure enough Is private interrogation coming again?

She hugged her arms conditionally, remembered the pain of being hit by the baton just now, bit her teeth, and finally followed the policewoman out of the cell.

……

Walking along the corridor, they stopped in front of a criminal investigation room.

Policewoman knock on the door, get the response inside, push open the door, let Qiao swim in.

"How many people are there, officer? Are the three policemen who just interrogated me here? You don't go. You're here. Is that ok? "

She recoiled at the door and asked, like a frightened bird.

She is not afraid of being insulted by the police and beaten, but she is afraid of what happened before With a policewoman on the scene, I'll be relieved.

The people in the room heard her trembling inquiry, and their noses suddenly cooled and they gave a cold smile.

The policewoman felt the unhappiness of the people inside and pushed her impatiently inside.

Qiao yonger was pushed into the room and held his breath.

In the room, only a few dozen watt light bulb was lit, and it was night, so the light was even darker.

In the middle is a long table commonly used in criminal investigation.

There is a swivel chair behind the long table.

A figure was sitting on a swivel chair, with its back to her and its face to the French window. The long back blocked the shape of the figure and even the color of its hair. It was completely impossible to see who it was.

You can only see a well-defined hand on the armrest of the swivel chair. In the backlight, the slender fingers are knocking up and down.

It's obviously a man's hand, beautiful, clean and powerful.

That hand shape and the graceful posture of percussion up and down are very like a person.

Qiao yonger's heart beat very fast for a moment, but he immediately relieved himself and took back his mind. It's impossible. How could it be him? Is he stupid.

Several local Mexican policemen, such as the emperor's entourage, stood on both sides of the attack.

She swallowed saliva. There was no instrument of torture in this room, but it was colder and more inexplicable than the room where she went.

A Mexican policeman pressed her down on a chair and said, "there are a few questions that need to be asked again. Be honest."

Was it just a question? She was relieved.

She knew that the police were ready to change their story.

This is the usual method of the police, repeatedly looking for prisoners to extract records, just like a wheel fight, can make prisoners physically and mentally tired, careless slip.

In any case, no matter what the police asked, she still clenched her teeth as before, saying that she did it herself.

Several policemen sat opposite her and began to take notes.

It's still the same questions we asked before.

as like as two peas.

The figure on the back of the chair by the window still kept the graceful and noble posture of a king, listening to the police's questions to her in silence, with long fingers attached to the armrest and knocking lazily.

In the middle of the question, a policeman was impatient: "you're not going to tell the truth? Haven't you had enough? When do you want to be stubborn? "

She was still determined on her tired little face: "I said that I was alone in the arms case..."Before he finished speaking, there was a roar from the swivel chair, and the figure who had been listening for a long time stood up abruptly!

The man's black hair fluttered under the light. He was obviously Asian. He was more tall and strong than several Mexican policemen at an altitude of 185. He had more noble demeanor.

Qiao yonger's eyes widened. He had a strong premonition in his heart. Before he could react, the man had turned around and looked coldly at him.

So familiar, and so strange.

Looking at the handsome face of the policeman who never knew her deeply, just like the one who never saw her interrogated!

"Also -" she thought she was dreaming and cried out.

Before he could spit out the words behind, he stepped forward with two big strides, bent down and pushed the swivel chair she was sitting in under his eyelids!

Seeing this, several policemen immediately stepped aside to make room for him, as if waiting for him.

She looked at him in amazement, just saw his surprise fade away, and felt his indifference to himself.

He narrowed his eyes, slightly tilted his head and neck, and looked at her from top to bottom in disgust, just like looking at a skinned fish.

In front of the woman, her hair was messy, her eyes were full of panic, and she was wearing a large prison suit that didn't fit. The collar and hem seemed to have been pulled, there were tears, and even showed a few pieces of snow-white skin. There were obvious bruises on her forearms and legs, and there were still some slaps on her cheeks.

Eyes a little cold, finally, deep in the eyes of scornful irony.

She had never seen such a black look on his face. Her eyes were filled with strong hostility. It was the look of an authentic criminal trial, and it was the look of an unforgivable felon!

That's what ism used to guess when she was on trial!

But did not expect that one day, she became his prisoner, but also by his own criminal trial!