The two shared the same viewpoint.
Fu Yanci felt that this was a case of telepathy and perfect understanding.
"Yes, so I suspect there must have been other people with Xia Chuwei at the time, and I've told the police about that."
After saying that, Fu Yanci didn't forget to add a bit of sour grapes to his rival: "However, Captain Rong doesn't seem to want to take my advice. He seems to be quite hostile towards me."
Jiang Zao now believes that Fu Yanci is a virgin.
He didn't even know why Rong Shi was hostile towards him.
“That person has moral issues. Avoid contact with him unless absolutely necessary. You’ll be corrupted by bad company.” Jiang Zao said, only then realizing that Fu Yanci was no longer the ’child’ who needed her to teach him everything.
But once words are spoken, they cannot be taken back.
Fortunately, Fu Yanci didn't seem angry.
Instead of being angry, he smiled and looked very pleased and approving.
The anesthetic effect hasn't worn off yet. You've been enduring the pain since this morning, and I never expected Xia Chuwei to notice.
Fu Yanci pressed her down again, gently, deliberately avoiding her injured shoulder.
A new post was made seven minutes later.
"Good girl."
The atmosphere outside the interrogation room became strangely normal.
The accompanying picture shows a Samoyed raising its paw, with the words "None of you can escape" next to it.
The air suddenly became still.
Is he a goofy, domineering CEO?
"He put so much effort into developing this online game project, only to have it stolen by his own wife. Would he be furious? As far as you know, if that project goes bust, the Jiang family would probably go bankrupt, right?"
Madam Jiang quickly took a few steps, saying, "Lie down slowly, lie down slowly, don't strain your wound."
Knock knock knock!
The hashtags #PlantingPoppiesOutsideSmallSheds# and #BuryingBodiesOnPoppies# remain low on trending searches, indicating very little discussion.
"Oh no, he... Go ahead and get busy, you should rest."
[We still need to investigate. What if they find out something else? Has this agarwood still been found?]
[His wife was injured too? She probably cut her hand while chopping vegetables at the construction site, right?]
Although Chenxiang responded, your biological clock is too stubborn, and you just can't fall asleep.
Could it really be because of the chick complex I developed during my time as a 'child'?
Rong Shi lit another cigarette. "What does that have to do with me? If that matter has anything to do with me, I'll write my name backwards."
Rong Shi held a lit cigarette between his fingers, crossed his legs, and exuded the aura of "faith" from head to toe.
Before the painkiller was administered, the burning pain slowly subsided.
[The gangster killed the wife of the victim and then brazenly grew poppies, claiming he knew these things were illegal. What era are we living in? Who has internet access these days? How could he possibly know that?]
A sudden burning sensation ran down my face.
...
There was a knock on the door.
"You need to see your lawyer," Jiang Jinfeng said again.
"Your only task now is to rest and recover from your injuries. I'll take care of those things, don't worry. I'll comfort the workers at your construction site, and I'll keep an eye on the case of Mr. and Mrs. Zhang. In short, I'll give them a satisfactory answer."
For some reason, you remembered Zheng Xiao's words.
Madam Jiang helped you comb your hair and then helped you lie down again, her voice both fierce and gentle: "Sleep for a while, and come and wake him for lunch."
Old Master Fu's expression also darkened considerably.
Old Fu was amused by the strange comments section, and his body trembled as he aggravated the injury under his shoulder.
My wife has gotten injured quite a few times lately.
You pushed Xia Chuwei away forcefully.
[They're just making excuses, trying to get a higher sentence. If it were someone as wicked as you, they'd just give him the death penalty; there wouldn't even be a trial.]
"Hehe." Jiang Jinfeng suddenly laughed, with a "what's the use" attitude. "Since he wants to say that, what's the point of your defense? No matter what you say, they'll all assume that Fu Yanci's matter has nothing to do with you, and that the Fu family is putting pressure on them behind their backs, right? That's the Fu family's revenge, isn't it?"
"Zaozao, if he doesn't want anything to eat, just tell me. But since he's not injured yet, there are still some things he should avoid eating." Madam Jiang insisted that Old Master Fu feed him himself.
I could only pick up my phone again and browse Weibo.
[Impossible. The motive for murder is readily available. In those days, marriage wasn't a death sentence.]
[Is this the company that started because your husband's game was plagiarized later? Could it be that my husband...]
Today I also want to say something to my wife: Wife, you're injured, and it breaks my heart. You know the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, and your wound hurts a lot, but you still complain. It's also because you've been so protective of you. You're so considerate and loving. You must make those who bullied you pay a terrible price.
“You and Fu Yanci have been separated for a long time. It’s because we trust them that we can’t investigate. I really haven’t seen you in a long time,” Jiang Jinfeng said again, trying to sound weak.
Suddenly, I, who had been a scoundrel, became a suspect. The handcuffs on my wrists were gleaming, as if I had been convicted.
"Captain, could it really be related to me?"
Regarding the question of whether that woman is suitable or not, you don't want to consider it at all right now.
"Yes, my wife is right. That person is indeed morally corrupt."
"It's a pity that the roads near the construction site haven't been repaired yet, and there are no surveillance cameras, otherwise we would know who Xia Chuwei is with."
I leaned down and spoke earnestly. At such close range, all the simple emotions I felt were reflected in Old Fu's eyes.
If you're feeling bored, pick up your phone and stop browsing Xia Chuwei's Weibo account.
“That matter really has something to do with you.” Jiang Jinfeng sat outside the interrogation room, remembering how many times he had repeated that sentence.
Jiang Zao's mind was entirely focused on Xia Chuwei's matter, and she didn't pay any attention to what Fu Yanci called her.
Rong Shi exhaled a smoke ring: "Didn't you say he killed someone?"
[How dare they! Are they using corpses as fertilizer?]
In his two lifetimes, Mr. Fu had never experienced maternal love. "Thank you, Mom."
Madam Jiang then had ginseng soup prepared.
"Um."
"Retreat." Chenxiang tried to sit up.
The senior police officer followed closely behind.
Rong Shi hadn't expected me to suddenly shift the focus of the conflict, dragging the Fu family into it.
You are followed by the doctors and nurses sent by Dean Chu.
It's unlikely that he tripped and fell while carrying bricks.
The moment the bedroom door closed, Old Fu raised his hand and touched his forehead.
Xia Chuwei gently kissed your forehead, then quickly got up and left.
The interrogation reached a stalemate, and Rong Shi walked out of the interrogation room with a cigarette in his mouth.
That guy seems to only dislike you a little.
[The copywriting doesn't even have that old-school, domineering CEO vibe, but what the hell is that picture? It instantly takes me out of the story!]
Jiang Jinfeng was annoyed by the question, "But would you really kill someone for that?"
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