Maybe it was because he was too close that he subconsciously took a step back. Behind him was the office door. Qian Yikun pressed on the door with one hand, making a perfect door-knocking gesture.
Could it be: "..."
Mofei Chushou waved his hand away, then walked around him.
Mendong, it doesn’t exist!
Qian Yikun stood there silently looking at the sky. He was not a woman.
Mo Fei looked at it in his office. There was a desk with a large file rack and a reception area. He was as smart and tidy as Qian Yikun.
Qian Yikun adjusted his breathing and reached out to open the door.
The people outside were like stacks of Arhats, falling in one after another, and finally managed to stabilize their bodies. But at this moment, they were already sitting behind Qian Yikun's desk, turning their swivel chairs and looking at the people at the door. people.
Everyone: "..."
The captain's sister-in-law is quite social, and she is more gangster than the gangsters they caught, so where did their boss get this social girl
"Very free?" Qian Yikun frowned and looked at the police officers who were keeping their bodies steady. He felt that it was not a wise decision for him to bring Mo Fei.
The leading police officer coughed lightly, "It's the slipper, but he still refuses to explain."
"I know, I'll be there in a minute." Qian Yikun said, slamming the door of his office, looking back and glaring at the woman with her feet on his desk, striding over and directly holding her He dropped his foot, and Mofei let out a groan. Fortunately, he had quick eyesight and quick hands to hold down the edge of the table, which prevented him from falling down in embarrassment.
Mo Fei pressed the edge of the table with both hands and looked up at Qian Yikun with disgust on his face, "Hypocrite, don't you think I'm better-looking than you, do you want to disfigure my appearance?"
"Look at you, you look like a mafia gangster. Are you good-looking?" Qian Yikun didn't drag her up, but went to the file bookshelf to look for files.
Mo Fei made a cut, propped his elbow on the table with one hand, held his cheek in his palm and looked at a man who was looking for files, "Hypocrite, are you comparing the head of a gangster sister to me? Are you sure?"
Qian Yikun paused while looking at the files. This seemed to be incomparable. After all, they were not on the same level.
So Qian Yikun decided to shut up and continued to look down at the file in his hand, "Do you know this person Slippers?"
Mo Fei held his chin and played with the pen on his desk in boredom, feeling that the environment here was oppressive.
"I've heard of it, but I've never seen it. Why did it offend you?" Mo Fei asked with boredom. She had always ignored these little guys, so it would be nice to remember them.
Qian Yikun took the file and looked back. Could it be that he was rummaging through the things on his desk boredly? For the first time, Qian Yikun felt that there were too few things on his desk.
"In the bureau, our people caught him walking arms last time." Qian Yikun said without hiding anything.
"Oh, isn't he a follower of Mr. Ye Cong? Why, the old man is dead and he was arrested just after the first order came out?" Mo Fei said with a lot of contempt for slippers.
When the death of Ye Cong's father was mentioned, Qian Yikun was not in a very happy mood, "Could it be that you have a better attitude?"
"Hypocrite, why am I not upright? Am I your prisoner?" Mo Fei said, casting a wink at Qian Yikun.
Qian Yikun: "..."
What was wrong with him that brought this goblin to the police station.