Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

Ji Yunan went into the dark and simple interrogation room, because he gave people a kind of illusion of exuberance.

"Director, you go out first. I have a few words to talk with him alone."

"Yes, I'm at the door. Please call me if there's anything wrong. This man had a drug overdose last night and is still confused now."

Ji Yunan doesn't know why he wants to do it for Shi Sheng. When she comes out of her home, she calls someone to check it.

Probably people who don't like being touched.

He went in, his shoes making a dull noise on the ground.

The man had been lowering his head, heard the voice, suddenly raised his head, "let me out, you bastards, I want to appeal, I want to find a lawyer."

Ji Yunan's eyes fell on the man's leg in plaster cast, and stopped a step away from him, "how many people were there when you bullied that woman last night?"

"Fuckyou..."

That person has been scolding, mixed with a few half baked English, most of them in their own language.

Ji Yunan understood some, he slowly took out a pair of new white gloves from his suit pocket and put them on.

The man was addicted to scolding. The more he scolded, the more powerful he was. He used the most obscene words.

The director stood outside and listened clearly. He quickly pushed the door in and saw that Ji Yunan was wearing gloves in no hurry. He didn't mean to be angry at all.

He didn't know, so, "Ji Shao, do you want me to close his mouth?"

"Go out," Ji Yunan slightly side head, the corner of the eye light indifferently swept the eye door standing director, "who let you in."

"Yes."

As soon as the door closed, Ji Yunan grabbed the back of the man's head, grabbed his long hair because he didn't cut it for a long time, and smashed his head on the interrogation chair he was sitting on like a ball.

There was a bang.

No more yelling.

The man fell on the bench and didn't move for a long time. Ji Yunan pulled his hair and pulled him up. "I'll ask again, how many people?"

The man was forced to raise his head, his face covered with blood, his throat bulged and rolled violently.

The sharp gasp was especially clear in the quiet interrogation room.

"I'm... I'm alone."

Ji Yunan pick eyebrows, hands loose, two eyes light like a sharp blade, little by little scraping his heart.

Heart tightly contracted a few times, his body began to shake violently, two thick lips can't help shaking.

"I remind you, your brain can't stand the second time. If you want to stay in hospital all your life and be a vegetable, I can help you."

"Four... Four," he said in a trembling voice, "we... We didn't do anything to her. She was saved by a man."

Ji Yunan took back his hand, took off his gloves and threw them into the dustbin.

He has a good temper these years and doesn't like to see blood.

"I'll give you one day to find those three people," he said, taking a business card and putting it on the bloody interrogation chair. "When you find them, you can't make a phone call. If you dare to run, don't blame my men for being merciless."

……

Ji Yunan came out of the interrogation room, frowning and gathering his slightly messy suit.

He called Xu Yan and said, "please check which shop held the opening activities in the commercial square yesterday."

"Yes."

Five minutes later, Xu Yan completely sent the other party's information to his mobile phone.

It's a chain clothing store.

He replied with a text message sent by Xu Yan, "half a month, shut him down."

Xu Yan

Just now, he found out that Mu Qinghuan did business performance for the store yesterday, but he was hurt by the stage.

Season total this is, Chong crown a fury for beauty?

When Sheng was injured, Ji Yunan gave her a seven day long holiday.

She took a day's rest at home. When the wound was less painful, she went to the hospital to accompany her mother.

She has been very busy in the past few years in the United States, either working or doing part-time jobs. It has been half a year since she bought the collection of Lu Xun's essays for her mother. Mrs. Smith doesn't know Chinese, and she only reads a few paragraphs when she comes.

Up to now, less than one-third of them have studied.

These days, I finally have time. I spend half a day reading articles and newspapers to my mother, and I will talk to her for the rest of the day.

She even gave Mrs. Smith a few days off. When she went, she wore sunglasses and a mask. Mrs. Smith didn't know that she was hurt.