Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

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"Officer, can you change your clothes before leaving?"

He was wrapped in a nightgown, and he didn't have time to wear anything else.

Can't you just go to the police station like this?

If you are alone with your wife, you can of course don't need a nightgown!

Su Zhixiao was startled by this 'wife' and got goosebumps on his back:

"hurry up!"

Someone stretched out his hand to close the collar of the nightgown, and smiled a little at the corner of his mouth:

"Officer Su, do you want to monitor?"

Watch the shit!

Su Zhixiao rolled his eyes:

"If you want to talk nonsense again, you don't need to change it!"

Give some color and open a dyeing workshop, right?

Fortunately, the speed of this person changing clothes was relatively fast, and when he came out, he was taken away directly.

Coincidentally, in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel, I met Zheng Bingyang who came back from packing small wontons.

"Brother Yan? Hey, who are you? Where do you want to take Brother Yan?" Tututu was a series of questions.

But, before he got close, he was stopped.

"What are you doing?"

A police officer card is thrown in front of you:

"The police handle the case!"

Uh?

Momentarily silent.

Originally, everyone was quite low-key, and no one paid much attention along the way, but the assistant yelled at him. Although there are not many people in the lobby, the front desk is better than some staff, and there are scattered guests. Everyone looked this way.

"Hey, is it really Emperor Fu Ying?"

"It's so late, why are the police looking for Yingdi Fu?"

"Tsk tsk, why else? If I don't do anything, can the police come to the door? I'm going to take it back now!"

Fu Jiyan didn't pay much attention to the discussions around him and pointed at his assistant:

"Assistant Zheng."

"Eh, Brother Yan?"

"What about the wontons?"

what?

"Here and here."

Why don't you carry it?

Unexpectedly, someone stretched out his hand:

"Didn't buy it for me? I'm hungry."

hiss~

Zheng Bingyang quickly handed over the packaged wontons:

"Brother Yan, here it is."

The two policemen who followed next to him also opened one eye and closed the other.

It's also a police officer, it's appropriate, and it won't care so much.

Fu Jiyan carried a small wonton and walked outside leisurely, as if he was walking around his back garden with a bodyguard.

This....

The onlookers were dumbfounded and panicked.

How do you look at it, it doesn't look like someone who has done something?

How can the perpetrator be so swaggering?

Can you be so arrogant?

Zheng Bingyang was stunned for a few seconds before he regained his senses. He quickly ran into the elevator, went upstairs, and went to find Zhou Da's agent.

Brokers and assistants will definitely not live in the presidential suite. They usually live in business suites. They are not on the first floor. Naturally, they don't know what happened upstairs.

Fu Jiyan followed the two police officers to the temporary headquarters downstairs, where Luo Yifan and Fang team were discussing.

"Team Luo, the police officers of your city bureau will be handed over to you."

Luo Yifan raised his head, and when he saw someone who was still wearing a formal suit at night, his brain was a little exploding, and he got up:

"What happened?" asked.

The two police officers from the Ningnan Municipal Bureau laughed sullenly and briefly recounted the matter:

"Team Luo, we have to go back and continue to sweep the building, we'll give it to you."

Luo Yifan nodded:

"Okay, sorry for the trouble."

"No, no, Team Luo is polite."

Luo Yifan actually doesn't like to deal with people in the entertainment industry, but he can't help it now. In other people's territory, this can be regarded as his own family.

"Mr. Fu, does that lady have anything to do with you?"

"No! I don't know!"

"Then why did she knock on the door of your room?"

Fu Jiyan shrugged:

"I also want to know this question, Captain Luo, can I report it?"

sweat...

"If you want."

sure.