The little girl in the cotton-padded jacket stood straight: "It's mine, I won't let her use it."
Chu Qian was about to shout again.
The police officer looked at her and then reluctantly fell silent.
The police asked the cotton jacket: "Why do you say these are yours?"
The police officer was in a headache when he saw the handful of banknotes that was being held tightly in the cotton-padded jacket's hand and could not be taken out.
This little girl seems to have some problems with her brain.
He looked at Sima Ming next to him again.
Ultimately, the matter still needs to be discussed with the guardian.
This guy is really something. He knows that his own child is not mentally sound, but why does he let him out?
Guardian Siming...I am not.
Mian'ao was righteous and confident, with his back straight: "They are mine, everything in the Mian family is mine, she is a fake daughter, she has used a lot, I can't let her use them anymore."
The group of people were confused by what they heard, and the police were even more certain that Mian'ao was mentally ill.
Siming looked at Mian Yi and raised an eyebrow. Is this the fake daughter of the Mian family? How did the little girl recognize her? Have they met before? Or has this girl really been to her home before?
Thinking of something, Si Ming spat at himself in annoyance. The matter of whether the daughter was real or fake had not been determined yet, and he had been led astray by the stinky girl.
Mian Yi's palms had been pinched to a bloody mess, and she used all her strength to resist the urge to strangle Mian Ao to death.
Fake daughter, fake daughter, she really hated these three words.
It was especially harsh coming from this bitch's mouth.
Tears suddenly fell like beads from a broken string, falling in large drops.
"I'm not. My parents said I'm their biological child."
When the police heard that something was wrong, they asked about it in detail.
Mian Yi wanted to say something but hesitated, and told the story of Mian Ao coming to her house and claiming to be her relative in a disorderly manner.
Before the public security comrades could react, Chu Qian exploded again.
"I was wondering why he specifically picked Yiyi. It turns out he'd been eyeing her for a long time."
"Comrades, arrest her quickly! She's not only a robber, but also a fraudster."
"This person might have accomplices with evil intentions. We can't let her harm others out there anymore."
Mian'ao looked at Mianyi with admiration: "The dog you raised is really protective of its master. Did you feed it with the food from the Mian family? It can't be used in the future."
Everyone???
Everyone...
"Bitch, bitch, if you dare to call me a dog, I will tear you apart."
This time, there was no need for Mian Yi to do anything, Chu Qian exploded on her own.
He was shouting and clamoring to tear the cotton jacket into pieces.
The police officer was sweating profusely as he stopped the car, and Mian Yi also pretended to stop him, glancing at Mian'ao out of the corner of her eye, secretly alert.
This bitch is really good at pretending. She sowed discord between them with just one sentence.
But the cotton-pian'ao looked innocent, what happened to her?
Siming wanted to laugh, but he held it back when he thought of Mian'ao's ability to cause trouble.
"Comrade, can you please excuse me?"
The police officer who handled the case wiped away his bitter tears, warned a few people, and went aside with Siming.
I don’t know what the two of them said, but Si Ming left with the cotton jacket.
Chu Qian was about to explode again, but when she thought of what Mian'ao said about her being a dog, she inexplicably calmed down.
Mian Yi's eyes were gloomy and she watched the two people leave coldly.
The bitch escaped several times, all thanks to this man?
Who is this man?
On the way back, Siming drove in silence.
The cotton-padded jacket glanced at him secretly several times.
Seeing that Siming ignored her, she felt guilty and aggrieved.
She pouted and hummed, "Mine." She didn't take anything from others, so it was hers, everything in the Mian family was hers.
Sima Ming was also impressed by the character of the miser in cotton-padded jacket.
"It's not yours."
The cotton jacket exploded instantly, and glared at Siming: "She is mine, I am the real daughter, she is the fake daughter."
Siming was silent for a moment, then realized that he couldn't reason with this girl about this matter.
He parked the car on the side of the road and looked calmly at the girl in cotton-padded jacket: "Girl, let's make three rules."
The man in cotton jacket frowned, as if to say, "You say, but I won't listen."
Siming had a heart attack: "Let's make a deal. If you agree, I'll buy you something delicious, okay?"
Cotton-padded jacket's eyes lit up immediately.
But she would not be fooled easily, and proudly declared again: "What's mine is mine."
Siming was delighted: "You promised me the agreement, and I will take you to eat delicious ghosts in the future."
Cotton-padded jacket's eyes lit up even more, and he secretly swallowed his saliva: "Then tell me, I want to listen first."
Siming chuckled and said, who said this girl is stupid? She is very smart.
"Until your identity is confirmed, if you see that person, don't try to rob him..."
Under the gaze of the cotton-padded jacket's big, round eyes, Siming resigned himself to his fate and changed his words: "You are not allowed to take anything from her."
"Once her identity is confirmed, if she uses anything from the Mian family again, we'll secretly take it back. You can't do it in public, okay?"
Siming didn't realize that he, who was upright, arrogant and regarded money as dirt, had fallen and actually helped to come up with bad ideas.
Cotton Jacket's eyes rolled around, still feeling at a disadvantage: "Can't I take it back secretly now?"
Siming shook his head with a cold face: "No."
Saying that you can secretly take it back later has already crossed his bottom line. This girl is really not satisfied at all.
"Oh," Mian Ao lowered her little head, not letting Siming see the expression on her face.
Siming didn't think much about it. He finally understood what was going on and felt a little accomplished. He drove to dinner in a good mood with his cotton jacket on.
The next day, the cotton-padded jacket entered the palace for the fourth time.
Everyone...
The man in the cotton-padded jacket was no longer sitting straight at the interrogation table.
With dull eyes and a puzzled look on his face, he looked at Zhao Guoyan opposite him. What happened?
Zhao Guoyan also felt very troubled.
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