Zheng Xiao chuckled as he exhaled smoke rings, carefully finding a spot with relatively little weeds to sit down.
The driver had silver hair that swayed in the wind, revealing his excessively striking features.
“Allen, you’re not the type to suddenly bring this up with me.” Fu Yanci knew Allen very well.
Fu Yanci never thought of pretending in front of Allen.
Zheng Xiao found the man rather uninteresting. Before getting into the car, she walked over, extended her left hand familiarly, and introduced herself.
When they are walking side by side, a glance between them can establish a certain understanding.
"If they have so little information, why is the FBI still coming to arrest people?" Fu Yanci asked.
Duan Chunxing: "It's interesting to pretend with him."
Allen, however, still chose to drop the topic, his tone now tinged with sarcasm: "Isn't it pointless to pretend with his wife like that?"
"Aci, what is he doing?" Jiang Zao only saw Fu Yanci folding a piece of paper.
You still have makeup on your face; this is Zheng Xiao, who just finished a performance.
Driving his understated sports car away from the hospital, Allen held the steering wheel with one hand and slowly unfolded the origami crane with the other, taking out the tape with a fingerprint on it.
That's my bottom line.
"That's called romance. I can't reveal too many specific details to that single guy like him, because it's not very damaging and he might not be able to handle it." After saying that, Fu Yanci hung up the phone unilaterally.
Of course, they would mind their own business.
Seven minutes ago, Jiang Zao returned, and Rong Shi was there. Fu Yanci was quite disappointed.
I parked the car in a conspicuous spot at the intersection, scanned the fingerprints under the tape with my phone, and sent the data back to headquarters so my colleagues here could help compare the fingerprints.
So I continued to wait patiently.
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