Qian Yikun directly ordered this wedding dress that made him want to die.
After ordering the wedding dress, Qian Yikun took Mo Fei to the police station. Mo Fei felt that Qian Yikun definitely did it on purpose, otherwise he would not have taken him there all the time.
"Qian Yikun, what do you want to do?" Mo Fei looked at the man wearing his seat belt and asked with a sneer.
"Crack-"
After the seat belt was fastened, Qian Yikun raised his head and looked at Mo Fei, "You can't tell what I want to do. I'm afraid you'll run away, or you'll be caught by Ye Cong. After all, his way of questioning is no more loving than mine."
Could it be: "..."
Bitch—
Qian Yikun loosened her seat belt, sat upright and started the car engine.
Mo Fei kept digging his hands and looking at Qian Yikun, "If you want to get news about Tigger from me, I advise you to give up. After all, I have told you everything I know, and you know that the person who killed him it is me."
Qian Yikun drove the car out of the underground parking lot, "Could it be that no one denies that you killed Tigger? This is something that the whole world knows, but I think that sometimes, it doesn't matter if you lean on a man. "
Could it be that the fingers that were picking at her arm left a long mark on it? Her face was chapped for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal. She leaned forward slightly and put her hand on Qian Yikun's chest, "Hypocrite, I Aren’t we relying on you now?”
Qian Yikun slapped her hand away, showing no pity for her at all.
With disgust on his face, Mo Fei took back his hand and said, "You deserve to live in your thirties without a woman. A man like you deserves to live without a woman."
"I have you." Qian Yikun retorted calmly.
Mo Fei snorted.
"Could it be that I have been an undercover agent for seven years?" Qian Yikun said suddenly.
"Oh, you are so dedicated. You have been an undercover agent for seven years and you still chase me like a policeman every time you see me." Mo Fei said sarcastically.
Qian Yikun glanced at Mo Fei deeply, and Mo Fei suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my god, you don't think I'm an undercover, do you? Hypocrite, do you think so highly of me?"
Qian Yikun: "..."
He said he didn't want to talk anymore.
Could it be that seeing Qian Yikun's speechless face, he was instantly satisfied, and trying to trick her was simply a fantasy.
When the car arrived at the police station, Qian Yikun got out of the car with Mo Fei. At this moment, the deputy captain was still interrogating the slippers. Qian Yikun seemed to have forgotten Mo Fei and actually took her directly to the interrogation room.
Slippers and handcuffs sat on the other side of the table, his head lowered, uncooperative.
After entering, he leaned against the door. The vice-captain glanced at him and said hurriedly: "Why is my sister-in-law here?"
After the vice-captain finished speaking, Slipper suddenly raised his head. When he looked at the door, he had turned around and left.
The stagnant eyes of the slippers suddenly became larger, and his hands directly pressed on the table.
Qian Yikun paid attention to the movement of the slippers and already knew it in his heart.
"I just happened to pass by. I came to take a look. I forgot to let her go to my office first." Qian Yikun said, pulling out a stool and sitting down, "Slippers, our time is limited, you'd better confess to yourself, what will happen to the second batch of goods?" Where?"
The shock on Slipper's face has disappeared. His skin is abnormally fair and his face is ashen. He looked at Qian Yikun and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I don't know, even if you beat me to death, I won't know. "
Qian Yikun tapped his fingers on the table, making a crisp sound in the interrogation room, "It's impossible to beat you to death. After all, I know how tough people like you can be."
You kind of people.