Ye Juexi pushed Xia Weimian onto her sports car. When the dark blue modified sports car drove away, Ye Moyu who was standing still moved.
He lowered his head, picked up the phone, and sent a message to Ye Juexi:
"Aren't you afraid that I will tell the old man?" It's getting better with his nominal sister. Even if the two are not related by blood, if the news is revealed, it will be a big news nationwide.
If the supreme emperor of the Ye family knew about it, it is estimated that even Ye Chen would not be able to protect Ye Juexi.
When the red light was over, Ye Juexi picked up the phone and took a look, his eyes raised a touch of sarcasm.
"Just go ahead and say, it's not this thing that you are best at."
Ye Moyu responded with a message, and Ye Juexi put her phone aside.
Ye Moyu received the reply from Ye Juexi, and the light in his eyes gradually became cold. He knew that Ye Juexi was soft or hard, and no one had taken anything that he identified from him. opportunity!
"Master, the guests are still waiting for you." A staff member came out to remind Ye Moyu.
Ye Moyu faintly responded, and he turned around and walked to the banquet venue with the staff.
In the police station, Lin Pei Lian was sitting on a cold chair, and she kept crying with her head down.
The police asked her for her name, turned around and left after her home address. Lin pity was crying helplessly, wondering if he would go to jail for offending that Mrs. Joe.
In an office in the bureau, the police eagerly came to Mrs. Joe with a notebook, bowed and said to Mrs. Joe:
"Look, madam, this is Lin Poor's information. She is an abandoned baby. She is 18 years old this year. On March 14, Lin Huajuan picked her up by a trash can on Xin'an Street, Luhe District. Lin Huajuan picked up this abandoned baby. Infant Queen reported the case, and the police could not find the person who abandoned the abandoned baby, so Lin Huajuan adopted her."
Mrs. Joe stared at the laptop screen, her lips were white and her fingernails were pinched into her palms.
"Mrs. Joe?" The police saw that Mrs. Joe's face was not so good, and called her again.
Only then did Mrs. Joe come back to her senses and tried to conceal her emotions, "She is 18, how did she get to the first grade?"
The police laughed, thinking that the rich and the wealthy people really don't know the suffering of the poor: "Lin Huajuan sells barbecue at a stall. The family doesn't have a lot of money. It is relatively late for Lin Poor to go to school, so she is only in the first year of high school at the age of 18."
"That's it..." Mrs. Joe sighed for a long time. It really was Nie Yuan... Eighteen years later, she just ran into it like this.
The police asked Mrs. Qiao again: "Madam, do you want to file a case? That Lin Poor just wore your necklace and did not steal. Generally such things are private."
Mrs. Joe snorted coldly: "Who wants to be private with her! Touched my ten million necklace, I have to send the necklace to be cleaned and maintained before I can wear it on myself. Ask her family to pay 5,000 yuan The cleaning fee, poor Lin, you keep her for three days!"
The police hesitantly persuaded: "If she is really closed, no matter how many days she is locked, she will leave the case. This Lin is pitiful. She is a top student in the chant high school. With the case, it will be good for her in the future. Future..."
"Oh, poor, what's the future? She should sell barbecue just like her adoptive mother! She is still studying in the chant! The chant system that inverts the poor people's reading is something I can't understand!