Chapter 25

Yang Ting saw one of the parties suddenly fainted, unable to, had to order people to take care of the injured first, and then turned to Liang qiange with a stern hand: "where's his mobile phone?"

Liang qiange pointed to the bottom of the bed: "fell into the dispute."

Yang Ting goes to pick up the mobile phone. At this time, the recording transmission has already ended, and the mobile phone has stopped. If you want to open it again, you need to unlock it.

Yang Ting holds Li Dong's hand to unlock it. After unlocking it, there is nothing inside. It's just a table top with a clear view.

He opened the communication record again and found that the latest call was from yesterday, that is to say, today's call record has been deleted.

But it doesn't matter. The technology can recover.

After throwing the mobile phone into the evidence bag, Yang Ting took off his gloves, looked at Liang qiange, and then pointed to Bo Xiushen beside him and said, "your husband is worried about you. The police will take over the following things. You can go to the police station to record a confession later."

Liang qiange was about to nod his head to show his absolute cooperation. However, he felt that there was something wrong with him. He responded and asked, "husband?"

Bo Xiushen came over at this time. His cool big hand naturally covered the woman's white shoulder. He gently held her in his arms, lowered his head to her ear and said in a low voice, "you scared the little translator."

Liang qiange's eyes shrank. She didn't expect Xiaoyi to know what she had done today.

She asked nervously, "is Xiaoyi OK?"

Bo Xiushen comforted him: "your friend's line has been busy. The police called Xiaoyi, who found me."

Liang qiange asked urgently, "does he know? Did he cry? "

Bo Xiushen hugged her and patted her on the back with another big hand: "it should be OK. I'll accompany you to the police station, and I'll go back later to coax him."

Liang qiange is no longer as comfortable as she used to be when she was faced with Dong Li. She becomes flustered. After listening to Bo Xiushen's advice, she can only nod.

, as like as two peas, she has never found herself. She has been completely neglected by her husband. In the eyes of outsiders, they are exactly the same as ordinary couples.

When Yang Ting turned his head, he happened to see this scene. Although he knew he should not disturb him, he still said: "my name is Yang ting. I talked to you on the phone before."

Liang qiange came back to his senses and looked at the captain Yang in a daze. He remembered that before he was kidnapped, she was really on the phone with someone.

She frowned.

Yang Ting said, "after recording my confession, I want to talk to you alone."

Liang qiange asked, "about my parents?"

Yang Ting hesitated for a moment and said, "the information I found here is Liang Kexun, the daughter of Liang Zhi and LAN Yun. Have you changed your name?"

Liang qiange said coldly: "I suggest you check the name of Meng Kexun, you will know the context."

……

It was two hours after the confession.

When Liang qiange came out of the interrogation room, he saw Bo Xiushen talking on the phone in the corridor. He turned his back to the door of the interrogation room and faced the outside of the hall. He was upright and upright. His dark suit coat was casually put on the chair beside him, and the collar of his shirt was loosened by him.

Hearing the movement behind him, he turned his head and looked at Liang qiange.

"First." He hung up the phone and his cold eyes swept the two policemen around Liang qiange before looking at the woman in the middle: "it's over?"

Liang qiange went to him: "well."

Two people stand at the same place, beautiful man and beautiful woman, match very well.

The policeman said a few words of warning according to the process, and Liang qiange responded one by one. When the police finished, Bo Xiushen picked up the coat on the back of the chair, put the coat in one hand, and gently pressed Liang qiange's back with the other hand, and took her to leave in a protected posture.