Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Gu Qingwei is no stranger to this feeling of being ignored, but he doesn't like it very much. His eyes suddenly crack down, and the eyes hidden behind the frameless lenses show gloomy and murderous air in front of ah Qin for the first time. His light colored eyes are like two beautiful pieces of glass, reflecting the cool light.

Just as he was about to say something more, ah chin suddenly bent down his stiff back and stretched out two thin hands.

Then she slowly buried her face in it, and soon, a few drops of transparent liquid oozed from her fingers, and "Bata" hit the ground, raised a little dust, splashed, and fainted an irregular trace.

The girl sobbed blankly with a few weak words. She didn't give up and was still struggling, "you believe me... I'm afraid, Qingwei, I'm afraid..."

Gu Qingwei condescended to squat down, hesitated for a moment, finally decided to hold her hand, "OK, it's OK, I believe you. But you are too tired now. Why don't you go and have a rest first? "

He skillfully used the experience accumulated by years of pushing cups to make jokes, and easily defeated the girl's psychological defense.

When ah chin came back to his senses, he had helped him back to the room. Unconsciously, his head lay on the pillow.

She subconsciously struggled for a while, and when she wanted to say something else, sleepiness suddenly came, gently rolled her into the vortex of sleepiness.

She was really tired. After she came out of GM yesterday, she didn't sleep all night. The idea that appeared in the light of lightning was like a ghost's hand, stretching out from the infernal hell burning with the fire of red lotus, and accurately grasped her heart, which almost made her lose her mind.

Half an hour later, Gu Qingwei raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked at the hand that held his finger tightly. His brow wrinkled with disgust.

He gently pushed out and saw that the girl on the bed was sleeping very well. Although her face was still tense, there was no sign that she would wake up. So he relaxed and walked out to the narrow "balcony" of the apartment she rented. Gu Qingwei had always thought that this square inch place was a cage for dogs.

He took out his cell phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Aunt Rou, it's me, she... Yes, she said something, but it's different from what we thought before... Well, now I suspect that Qu Qingchen is not in prison at all. Don't get excited, listen to me... Concrete evidence? There's no specific evidence yet, but it shouldn't be very difficult to get. You should check it first to see what's going on in the prison. I'll go back later, eh... "

Said, Gu Qingwei some difficultly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, these even he himself felt absurd words make his throat unconsciously dry up, "well, that's it, the rest I go back to slowly explain to you."

After that, he hung up the phone, put his cell phone into his pocket, and rubbed out the piece of paper that ah Qin gave him and looked at it carefully.

At first glance, this is indeed a common bill. There is nothing wrong with it, but there is something special about the project. He can't understand those professional terms. A large string of complicated Chinese characters are crowded together, and there are several English words in it from time to time.

Tan Jing, plastic surgery, Qu Qingchen.

He combed the three key words in his mind again, took a deep breath, smoothed the crumpled paper, forced it to fold three times, and then he was willing to put it back in his pocket.

If this is true, he and song dongrou will have to make major adjustments in their plans.

Gu Qingwei was a little surprised. He just wanted to draw Tan Jing to their camp and get some key information from Gu Beihua through her, but he didn't expect to discover such a bigger conspiracy by mistake.

The original target of a piece of light and dust did not get smoothly, but the wrong harvest of a whole meteorite, Gu Qingwei thought for a moment, feel that this business is not a loss.