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"Why should I stay to help you?" Liang Jingyi puffed up his cheek. "Do I know you very well?"

Qin Cong on one side looked straight.

This is the first time that he saw Liang Jingyi show such a vivid and angry expression. He thought Liang Jingyi was the kind of person who would never have any fluctuation in his heart no matter what he met. Now he actually Actually because Fu Jiyao a word angry?

This sentence Is there a big problem? No

Liang Jingyi seemed to be angry. When he said this sentence, his voice was one degree louder than the normal voice. He seemed to be deliberately angry with Fu Jiyao.

Other people look at the nose, nose and heart, and all of a sudden they lower their heads and pretend to be invisible.

Qin Cong wants to let Liang Jingyi and Fu Jiyao go to a place without a camera to have a good talk. It's under the camera, whether it's a fight or It's not very good to tune in.

However, Fu Jiyao seems to care nothing at all.

His mood will not easily fluctuate because of other things outside. The only thing that can affect his mood is the things he cares about.

Looking at Liang Jingyi's angry appearance, Fu Jiyao raised his eyebrows and began to smile, adding a little ruffian spirit to his smile.

However, he was wearing a blue uniform, showing such a smile, like a cos police inspector, but because of his lack of skills, he became a small fool of underworld gangsters.

But handsome is still handsome.

"What are you talking about? Are we not familiar? " Fu Jiyao asked.

Liang Jingyi's heart suddenly "cluttered", as if there was something bad to happen.

"We didn't yesterday "No, no, no..."

As soon as Fu Jiyao said "yesterday", Liang Jingyi knew what he was going to say.

This is a police station!

His predecessors are here. I don't know why the younger brother with the camera is here. Even the law enforcement recorder on his chest is turned on.

Liang Jingyi scolded in his heart and glared at Fu Jiyao.

There are several big words in the fierce eyes: are you crazy?

But Fu Jiyao is still just picking eyebrows. His narrow peach blossom eyes are half narrowed. The fox's tail seems to fall out of his back.

The people next to them all squinted at them to see what they were up to.

Fu Jiyao pulled Liang Jingyi's wrist and laughed and said, "we've all been drinking and lying on the sofa together. Do you still say I'm not your friend? Who drinks with people who are not friends? "

This explanation seems to be normal.

But Liang Jingyi's eyes are still fierce.

Fu Jiyao laughed, put one hand on his brow, gently pressed it twice, and said in a flattering tone: "do me a favor! Didn't we drink at your house last night? The man inside insisted that I was with her yesterday to do me a favor and be my witness. "

Liang Jingyi didn't want to pay attention to him. He took back his hand and slapped him. He turned around and wanted to go.

This time, Fu Jiyao didn't hold him, but called softly behind him: "Jingyi."

Liang Jingyi stopped at once.

This call is like a lazy recitation wrapped in a quilt after getting up in the morning, without any complicated tone, but attachment and dependence are about to overflow.

Liang Jingyi was almost blushed by his cry.

"Jingyi." Fu Jiyao called again.

"I just go to the bathroom!" Liang Jingyi left here in a huff.