Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Jiang Zhi smelled the **** smell, faintly, he thought for a long time, and kicked the medicine cabinet under the coffee table.

Zhou Xufang's regeneration and self-healing speed is eighty-four times that of a normal human being. This is the data measured in the laboratory seven or eight years ago. She has no idea how much it is now.

However, the wound of the dagger stab was already scabs, and it should not be long before the scabs will be removed. Then, it will recover as before, at most one day, and even the scars will disappear completely.

She glanced at the medicine cabinet on the ground, and did not move. At this time, the police siren outside rang. It should be the police who arrived, and the blood redness of her pupils almost faded.

"These days, be careful."

Leaving a word, she opened the door and quickly disappeared from Jiang Zhi's sight.

Make sure that the person is gone, Ah Wan got up and went to check at the door. It was only a blink of an eye. The figure was gone. Is it a rabbit? Run so fast!

"Boss," Ah Wan scratched his head, "How do I think that Z is not here to rob the sex, but to help us?"

Jiang Zhi was silent with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking, dazed.

Ah Wan pondered: "Also, why is her voice a little familiar."

It's familiar, even though she deliberately pressed it, she could still hear one or two minutes of the original tone, as well as her eyes, her body temperature, and even her strength when she pressed him...

Jiang Zhi licked his dry lips, his eyes rushing.

A few minutes later, Qiao Nanchu and Cheng Sir of the Criminal Investigation Team brought people up.

Qiao Nanchu checked the room carefully and asked Jiang Zhi, "Isn't it hurt?"

He shook his head, still thoughtful.

"Do you know who did it?"

He was absent-minded, not knowing what he was thinking, so he was perfunctory: "There are many people who want to mess with me, but I can't guess."

The people of the Jiang family, the enemies of the Jiang family, both overtly and secretly, are too many to tolerate him, the young man of the Jiang family. Qiao Nanchu thought a little bit: "You moved to my place these days."

"The old lady at home just called and asked me to go back to the old house." His eyes swept to the few drops of dried blood on the floor, and the fading light in his eyes suddenly sank.

"It's okay. Under the old lady's eyelids, the group of people have to stay a little bit." Qiao Nanchu answered the phone when the ringing rang, and after listening to the other side, he hung up after a few minutes. Hours ago, the criminal investigation team received a report saying that Z had committed another crime in the suburbs."

The fourth case this month, as before, the mark of professional runner Z was left on the scene.

Jiang Zhi's eyelids lifted up: "It's not her. She was with me half an hour ago."

In these words, there is a hint of maintenance.

Qiao Nanchu sat on the sofa so that he could look at Jiang Zhi in his spare time: "How are you sure that the one with you is the real one?"

Jiang Zhi was restless, the waves in Peach Blossom's eyes were still chaotic, and he casually replied, "She smells of milk."

Qiao Nanchu didn't laugh.

After nine o'clock, the lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of China Entertainment Building were dim.

There was a knock on the door.

"President Jin."

"In."

The secretary pushed the door in.

Jin Song sat on the boss chair with his shirt open, shaking his red wine glass comfortably: "Where is the man, did you get it?"

The secretary shook his head.

Jin Song put down the cup, leaned back with his hands open, smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth, a little gloomy: "I paid 20 million, is this how I do things?"

The secretary explained: "I have already contacted the runner."

Jin Song shook his legs and said nothing.

The secretary stepped forward and said: "There is another thing, a bit strange."

Jin Song raised his eyes and motioned for him to continue.

"In addition to the runners we hired, there is a group of people."

Jin Song thought about it, and snorted: "Anyway, he made second-hand preparations." He sat in the boss's chair, wandered around for a short time, got up, and made a call.

Jin Song is straightforward: "Mr. Jiang, you hired another group of people. Can you not trust me?"

The person on the phone explained briefly and didn't want to say more.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and someone pushed the door into the office: "Mr. Jin."

Jin Song looked up at the man at the door, and then returned to the person on the phone: "Don't worry, as long as the funds are in place, my mouth will definitely be closed for you."

Hang up the phone over there first.

Jin Song curled his lips mockingly, threw the phone on the table, raised his eyes and called the man at the door: "Lin Shu, come here."

The vice president of China Entertainment, who loves male sex, is no secret in the circle.

When Zhou Xu spun back to Yuquan Bay, it was almost ten o'clock.

"You are hurt?"

The computer's camera was connected to Frostdrop. As soon as Zhou Xufang entered the door, she saw the blood on her arm.

Zhou Xufang took off his black hooded jacket and threw it directly into the metal trash can: "It doesn't matter."

She also knew a little about her healing ability. From the camera, she could see the scabs that had formed her wounds. It was indeed no problem.

"The client just came to me and asked him where he wanted the person."

Zhou Xufang took off her hat and mask, threw it together with her coat, poured some alcohol into it, then struck a match and threw it in. The light of fire instantly came into her eyes, clusters of lights flashed.

She said in a very cold tone: "Tell him that if the mission fails, you can lose money, but you must give an explanation. I have rules. As long as I take the task, no one else is allowed to intervene."

Shuangjiang understood what she meant: "I will talk about it."

Zhou Xufang closed the lid of the metal trash can, and the air was full of burnt smells: "Frost, do me a favor."

"You said."

She threw a marshmallow in her mouth, rolled up her sleeves, and wiped the dried blood on her arm with a wet wipe. Her voice was the same as her eyes, without waves, but cold and frosty: "I want to know, who wants it? Dongjiang weaving."

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Later, Jiang Zhi learned about Zhou Xufang's special ability.

Jiang Zhi: Fang, why are you so good?

Zhou Xufang: Maybe because I am a monster.

Jiang Zhi: You are not a monster. I am a fairy in the sky. I was demoted to the world after breaking the rules of heaven.

Zhou Xufang: Really?

Jiang Zhi: Of course it is true, but Afang, when you fly back to heaven in the future, you must take it with me, do you know?

Zhou Xufang: Can you bring it?

Jiang Zhi: You must bring it, I am a family member!

Ps: Jin Song still remember him. He scolded Xue Baoyi for being stupid, and Jiang Zhi talked to him about the cooperator.