Chapter 680 Who touched her
Bo Yanqing left.
Bo Shuxian sat there until the cigarette butt burned out and went out automatically.
He stared at the black smoke swirling around his fingertips, and was startled. Then he suddenly felt heavy, and he hunched over dejectedly, resting his elbows on his knees, piercing his fingers through his hair, and his fingertips became more and more clenched. It's so tight that it hurts my scalp.
Are you complaining?
Hate it?
Yes.
But with Bo Shuxian’s upbringing and the gentleness in his bones, he really couldn’t be cruel to a woman.
This marriage broke up unhappily and was so embarrassing. He himself was also guilty. If he had noticed Zhou Zining's thoughts earlier, he would never have touched her, let alone gotten married.
At night.
After the first snow, several snows fell in succession, and the temperature in Rongcheng dropped again and again. Even in the car with the heating on, my hands and feet were still cold.
Bo Yanqing propped up her forehead and leaned against the car door and slept for a while. She was obviously very sleepy, but when she closed her eyes, she didn't feel sleepy at all.
The phone flipped back and forth in my hand several times, occasionally hitting the power button and the screen lighting up briefly.
The message sent to Hanchuan stayed three hours ago.
Just two short sentences.
"Stay here."
"I'll come."
The car drove to the police station. The lights were bright inside. Yan Chi was in the hall, talking to a police officer. Everything that followed was decided by He will handle it, including the surveillance around the warehouse and all the surveillance at the Hot Spring Villa. If the police want to obtain it, they must obtain Yan Chi's consent.
He simply came over directly and brought a few technicians to help restore the monitoring.
When Bo Yanqing came in, Yan Chi was holding a cup of tea in his hand. He tilted his head and said a few words to the person, and blew the tea on the water to the other side. Just as he was about to take a few sips, he raised his head I saw Bo Yanqing. Yan Chi put down the teacup, "I'm here, why are you here?"
Bo Yanqing asked: "Where is the prisoner?"
The dandy smile at the corner of Yan Chi's mouth disappeared instantly, "The third room."
Bo Yanqing raised his head and stepped forward. After leaving, Yan Chi followed behind and whispered: "Everyone is here. Han Che is very cruel. You asked him not to touch those people, but when they were handed over to the police, there were many things inside that could not be seen." Hurt, you should be steady, you have to give them time to testify in court."
Bang.
The door closed in front of his eyes, almost hitting Yan Chi's nose.
He leaned back, thought carefully about Bo Yanqing's face, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "Something big is going to happen."
Realizing this, Yan Chi went straight to find him It is not easy to find someone who can handle this matter. Although Li Jian has not revealed his identity, as long as he is here, he has the right to manage these people in Rongcheng.
You need to stretch your hands longer to cover Li Jian's eyes.
Tsk!
He is so kind, like a good wife.
Interrogation room.
Bo Yan glanced at the surveillance camera on the wall. He lit a cigarette, placed his finger on the cigarette body and slowly lowered it. A piece of cigarette ash fell to the ground along his trousers.
The cold eyes swept across the faces of the people in front of him one after another.
Immediately, someone couldn't hold it any longer. When he looked over, he knelt down and begged for mercy, "It's none of our business. We just use money to do things. That woman hired us. We only accepted it because of the money. , besides, she only said that she would help her kidnap a woman and scare her, but she didn’t say that she would be strong..."
The word "traitor" was still in his mouth when suddenly a fist hit his face. He flew two meters away and hit the wall before falling. The pain was so painful that his internal organs seemed to have been displaced.
Bo Yanqing held a cigarette from the corner of his mouth, his half-squinted eyes were cold and evil, and the coldness between his brows was wanton and arrogant.
"Who touched her?"
(End of this chapter)