Chapter 202 Rock, Paper, Scissors
"My son is also in the hospital and was beaten by Jiang Qingzhou!" Pu Zhengzheng pointed at Zhang Yi and said.
Zhang Yi raised her lips and said, "Mr. Pu, please be careful when speaking. You said that my eldest daughter beat your son. Who saw it? Where is the evidence?"
"You said that I Who saw your son molesting your eldest daughter, and where is the evidence?" Pu Zheng replied.
Zhang Yi: "That's why I want to call the police and let the police find out the truth. Mr. Pu said that your son was also beaten, so why not call the police too and let the police help you find out the truth!"
Pu Zhengzheng glanced at Lu Bingzhang and thought silently.
What if his son was not involved in other things because Jiang Qingzhou sent someone to do it, wouldn't he have killed his son with his own hands?
It is better to go back and send someone to find out the truth secretly, and then make further calculations.
“You, the Philadelphia police, are as slow as a tortoise. I can’t trust you.”
Coincidentally, when Pu Zheng was in a dilemma here and didn’t know how to get off the stage, his cell phone rang. rang.
"Hey, hubby, come back quickly. Our son has been given a critical illness notice by the hospital. He's so happy!" Mother Pu cried loudly on the phone. ,
After listening to this, Pu Zheng staggered and almost fell down.
"Okay, I'll go back right away!"
He hung up the phone and said fiercely in the direction of Bo Muhan: "If there is anything wrong with my son, I will never spare you! ”
Then he took his men and horses and left quickly.
The living room that was full of people just now was suddenly reduced by half.
Lu Bingzhang's sharp gaze shot at Bo Muhan, frowning and said: "Are you using me as a spearman again?"
Bo Muhan curled his lips, "You are quite self-aware!"
"You..."
Lu Bingzhang was about to get angry, but Zhang Yi stopped him.
"Ahan, are you kidding? How could we use the famous Officer Lu as our gunman? Didn't I call the police just now?"
Lu Bingzhang turned his eyes to Zhang Yi, "Are you telling the truth?"
Zhang Yi nodded seriously.
Lu Bingzhang glanced towards the third floor subconsciously, and asked Zhang Yi in a low voice: "Is she not injured?"
Zhang Yi pondered for a moment.
"It's okay."
Lu Bingzhang thought for a few seconds, "Okay, I know, I will definitely get to the bottom of this matter!"
Then he turned around and waved his hand: "Close the team !”
After a while, Lu Bingzhang left with his people.
The noisy Jiang family villa has returned to its former peace.
Bo Muhan turned around and asked Zhang Yi, "Where is she?"
"I sent her out through the back door and locked her up in the cellar!"
Bo Muhan came to the cellar alone, separated by a long distance. He heard Jiang Qingzhou knocking hard on the iron door in the cellar.
"Let me out, let me out quickly..."
After a sound of chains hitting, the iron door was opened with a bang, and Bo Muhan, dressed in home clothes, walked away Come in.
Before he could stand still, a soft and hot body fell into his arms.
"Bo Muhan, you're here!"
Bo Muhan lowered his head and smelled her body, then looked at the shelf holding the wine.
There is a shelf in the middle. There are signs that someone has moved it, and several bottles of wine have been opened.
He frowned.
"You drank?"
"Yes. You asked people to lock me in here. I am very thirsty. There is no water here. What should I drink if I don't drink?"
She had both hands Her cheeks are red, her eyes are blurred, her body is as soft as a ball of cotton, and her little mouth pouts when she speaks, which is seductive, cute and artificial.
"I'll take you back to your room to sleep."
As he said that, Bo Muhan put his arms around her waist and wanted to take her out.
Jiang Qingzhou pulled back, "I just woke up, why are you asking me to sleep again? I don't want to sleep!"
Bo Muhan pushed her to the opposite wall, she slid down the smooth wall, and then He sat down on the ground.
Bo Muhan ignored her and sat down on the steps opposite. "What do you want to do if you don't sleep?"
It is noon now, but there is wine stored in the cellar and there is no sunlight, so there are no windows around, and there is only a dim light above their heads. A faint light was on.
I don't know if the lighting is too soft, which makes people feel slow, but Bo Muhan, who always means time is money, has the leisure to talk nonsense to Jiang Qingzhou here.
Jiang Qingzhou rolled his big eyes upward and thought for a while, "I want to... chat!"
Bo Muhan nodded, "Okay, let's chat!"
"Fuck it Chatting is so boring, why don’t we play a little game? In rock-paper-scissors, the winner asks the loser a question, and the loser must answer it, and it must be true. If it is really difficult to answer, just..."
Jiang Qingzhou's eyes dripped in the cellar. After wandering around, he finally pointed at the wine on the shelf and said.
"Just punish him to drink a whole bottle of wine!"
Bo Muhan curled his lips and said, "Okay."
Jiang Qingzhou immediately sat up straight and entered a fighting state.
"One, two, three, rock, paper, scissors, hahahaha, you lose!"
Bo Muhan also memorized it and lost the first time.
But if he is willing to admit defeat, he will not default on such a trivial matter.
“If you want to ask anything, just ask!” He folded his hands loosely and looked at the woman opposite him leisurely.
Jiang Qingzhou tilted his head and rolled his eyes and thought for a while.
Bo Muhan became impatient thinking about it.
"Bo Muhan, are you a bad person?" She suddenly said.
Bo Muhan looked at her and was silent for a long time.
“What do you think?”
“It’s against the rules and you can’t ask the winner questions, yes it means, no it means no.”
Bo Muhan lowered his eyes and thought for a while. nodded.
“Well, it’s the bad guy!”
"Then who have you harmed?"
"You can only ask one question at a time. This is the second question." Bo Muhan reminded her.
"Okay then, come on, one, two, three, rock, paper, scissors..."
This time Bo Muhan won and Jiang Qingzhou lost.
Jiang Qingzhou sat upright, "Just ask whatever you want to ask?"
Bo Muhan looked at her bright and clear eyes for a while, and then said slowly: "Are you really amnesiac, or are you pretending to be?"
Jiang Qingzhou looked back at him, his eyes getting darker and darker. , getting heavier and heavier, and finally burst into laughter.
"What kind of silly question is this? I'm sick and pretending to have amnesia? I'm living a good life but I'm pretending to have amnesia hahaha..."
Bo Muhan was stunned by Jiang Qingzhou's wild laughter. It's a bit embarrassing.
"Okay, come again..."
"I have paper with scissors! Ah, it's annoying, why did you win again? Did you cheat?"
"Don't just make random guesses when your skills are inferior to others."
Bo Muhan still uses that method He looked at Jiang Qingzhou with focused and serious eyes.
"Who is your favorite person?"
"Chu Mofeng!" Jiang Qingzhou said without thinking.
Bo Muhan frowned, "Chu Mofeng?"
"Yes, Chu Mofeng! And let me tell you, Chu Mofeng is my cousin at the same table, and she has promised me that she will marry Chu Mofeng." Mo Feng introduced me as my boyfriend. Haha, whoever comes first wins, this time I win!"
Jiang Qingzhou laughed wildly, but Bo Muhan couldn't laugh at all.
“Why are you suddenly unhappy... Come on, come on, come on, haha, look, I’ve said it before, keeping a straight face will affect your luck, look, you lose now! Let me think about what question to ask you...Who is your favorite person?"
Jiang Qingzhou couldn't think of anything anymore, so he used the question Bo Muhan just asked.
Bo Muhan turned his head away from her and remained silent.
"Why don't you answer, tell me, who is your favorite person?"
Bo Muhan was silent for a moment, pointed to the wine rack on her right and said: "Go get a bottle of wine! ”
(End of this chapter)