Such an offensive behavior made Fu Yizhi's face darken instantly, and his eyes turned cold when he looked at Zhou Jingyou.
Seeing this, Fu Anan hurriedly pulled Fu Yizhi away.
She didn’t really care whether Zhou Jingyou would annoy Fu Yizhi, but she couldn’t do that without him.
She didn't know whether Mr. Fu would vent his anger on her, but she had to be prepared for anything.
"Brother Fu, let's go eat first. I suddenly remembered something very important!"
Fu Yizhi was pushed by Fu Anan and walked forward reluctantly.
The cold eyes looked at him one last time, with an overwhelming momentum, warning him of any actions that crossed the line.
The sudden drop in air pressure around you makes your heart sink.
It was obviously just a look.
Zhou Jingyou had lived for almost thirty years, and for the first time he felt the frustration of being powerless to resist.
The faint scent of Miss Xiaohua still lingers in the air. Do you want to give up
He couldn't bear to do it.
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The other side.
Fu Anan and Fu Yizhi walked away and came to a coffee shop.
"Tell me what you found."
Fu Yizhi stretched out his fingers and used the spoon to gently stir the coffee in the cup.
Fu Anan looked around. Wherever Mr. Fu went, he was the focus, and there were indeed a lot of eyes on them.
Fu Anan brought a stool and sat next to him, lowering her voice so that both of them could hear, and said, "On the eighth day of the game, before I fell into a coma, I met a strange person.
That day, the man rushed into the crowd like a madman, and when he was arrested by the police, he said one sentence: Everyone is going to die. "
Fu Anan picked up the milk in front of him and drank it, then wiped the milk mustache on his mouth and said seriously, "I think this person may know something! But he is in prison now, so visiting him may be a bit troublesome."
Fu Yizhi nodded when he heard this, took out his cell phone and made a call.
Fu Anan leaned over to take a look, "Brother Fu, do you have connections here too?"
Fu Yizhi looked at the furry head that came closer and said, "If you have money, you have connections."
"ah?"
Fu Yizhi: "It doesn't smell good, change it."
Why did it suddenly go off track
Does it smell bad
She feels pretty good.
Fu Anan pursed her lips when she heard this. Mr. Fu really cares about everything.
Fu Yizhi sent a message to someone, and when he looked up and saw Fu Anan's actions, he asked, "What's with that expression on your face?"
Being caught on the spot, Fu An'an froze for a moment, "I... am cute?"
At this moment she forced a smile and made a pretentious scissors hand gesture.
Fu Yizhi's face darkened, "Sit down."
Fu Anan immediately withdrew his hand and sat up straight.
"We've made an appointment. We'll go there tomorrow morning." Fu Yizhi said, and then added, "Stay away from that man named Zhou."
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Game day 11, morning.
The two arrived at the detention center, and thanks to the connections Fu Yizhi found, they finally met the man.
Fu Anan sat next to him, looking at him through the thick glass.
The man's name was Xu Jiating. At this moment, his eye sockets were sunken, his face was haggard, and he looked a little neurotic, looking like a madman.
"We are here today to ask you some questions."
The visiting time was limited, so Fu Anan got straight to the point and asked, "Do you know anything about what happened on Love Day?"
Xu Jiating's scattered gaze finally focused and he looked at the two people in front of him, "Who are you?"
(End of this chapter)