Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

At this time, several roads in the north of Beijing were blocked. Because of the murder in Huo's Square, it was necessary to make way for the ambulance, and human life was at stake!

Fu Jiyan jumped out of the car, and with a quick glance, he locked onto a motorcycle that was parked at a red light not far ahead.

The driver of the motorcycle was a very young ghost fire boy with red hair, a large gold chain around his neck, and two exaggerated large flower arms.

It was as if he was listening to the music in his headphones, shaking his head from time to time to the rhythm of the music.

Suddenly, someone patted on the shoulder, and then the whole body vacated, and was dragged off the motorcycle.

"Fuck! Who is it?"

Then, an ice-cold object was thrown over and caught easily.

Um?

watch?

It looks so expensive!

Look carefully, this tm is Patek Philippe!

And a figure has already straddled the motorcycle:

"Exchange that with you, now, give me the helmet!"

"Oh oh ok."

Take off the helmet and offer it with both hands.

The green light was already on, and the motorcycle started roaring.

With a swoosh, he was already on the opposite side.

Don't guess, this is directly stepping on the accelerator to the end, right?

The young ghost fire weighed the watch in his hand, and in order to verify the authenticity, he even took a few bites on his teeth.

Then, it was suddenly vacated again.

"Boy, come with us."

"What are you doing? Robbery?"

Aban picked up the man and made a gesture to the car behind him. The car quickly drove away and headed towards the hospital.

On the other hand, Aban, like a chicken, carried the young man of the ghost fire into the nanny car in front of him.

"Mr. Zhou, you can go now."

Zhou Huan sweated twice before telling the driver to drive away.

The young ghost fire completely understands now, how can this group of people rob?

Add up your whole body, and the things in it are not expensive.

Suddenly remembering something, he looked at Aban vigilantly, and then looked at Zhou Huan in front of him:

"Don't get me wrong, this, who gave this to me, he said, use this for a motorcycle with me!"

As the saying goes: if you give it a go, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle.

Now the ghost fire boy is obviously: give it a go, the rhythm of motorcycles turning into Porsches!

The Patek Philippe, but the limited edition, is twice as expensive as the ordinary model. A million-dollar Porsche can easily be won.

Aban glanced at him indifferently. Obviously, he was the one who didn't like him.

As for?

I have seen a lot of good things over the years with the Second Young Master!

Not to be so greedy for a watch!

Zhou Huan was amused and said:

"Don't worry, what's given to you is yours, and we just want to sign a guarantee with you later!"

Guarantee?

"What guarantee?"

Zhou Huan shrugged, and then gestured to the watch in the hands of the young ghost fire:

"Make sure you don't leak everything that just happened!

Once the wind leaks, this watch, you have to return it.

And, you have to lose money! "

If you breach the contract, of course you have to pay, double the compensation!

"what?"

In fact, the ghost fire boy still doesn't know who the person who just stole his motorcycle is?

But now, there is no need to know, anyway, just three words: can't be provoked!

......

On the road, someone was riding a motorcycle, and he disappeared with a swoosh.

Even, without paying attention to the traffic police at the intersection, run a red light at the right opportunity!