V2.chapter 1

Three years later, Dechuan airport.

At the entrance, a woman with a high rate of looking back, light makeup, carrying a new bag of New York this year, with black sunglasses, big waves of yellow curls spread over the shoulders, and tight to highlight the figure of the Leisi white shirt, and just to the hip / part of the blue embroidered skirt, black stockings with 10 cm gold high heels, will show their own concave and convex figure incisively and vividly All the best.

Fashion, modesty and nobility.

Anyone who passes by will stop and take a look at the beautiful scenery.

At this time, a silver BMW X5 slowly opened, then stopped in front of her, the door opened, and a man in suit and leather came out of the driver's seat and trotted to her.

"Director winni, the traffic jam has kept you waiting!" With an apologetic face, he opened the back door of the driver's seat.

With a smile, she walked to the car and sat in it gracefully.

Luxury car with beauty, as long as the passers-by see this scene, I'm afraid it's all defined in this way.

Today's city of Dechuan is particularly congested. Just a few kilometers out of the airport, the viaduct has been blocked and paralyzed. The woman in the car, with a sigh, slowly takes off the sunglasses and leans back to the soft leather seat.

"Director, I'm tired all the way. Do you think I'll take you back to your apartment?" The female assistant sitting in the co pilot looked back at her and said.

She nodded gently, and then she closed her eyes wearily.

Ding Ding -

not long after she closed her eyes, the satchel vibrated slightly. She opened her eyes and took out her mobile phone gracefully. The words "Wells" flashed on her mobile phone. She laughed and answered the phone. Before she opened her mouth, a gentle and drowning voice came from the phone.

"Winnie, is it safe?"

"Well, it's already in the car." Her quiet face suddenly happy smile, and then soft answer.

"That's good. Remember to take good care of yourself. Don't work too hard, or I'll be distressed if I'm tired." The male voice in the phone, again whispered to her.

Squeak -

the harsh brake suddenly reached her ears. The next second, she grabbed the phone and rushed forward, hitting the chair of the driver's seat. She was shocked, she patted the fierce mouth, and the phone again heard the anxious cry.

"Winnie, what happened?"

At this time, the male and female assistant in front of her, quickly turns to look at Winnie holding the phone.

"How are you, chief inspector?"

Winnie frowned and winked at the two men, motioning that they should not be heard by anyone on the phone. They had to turn their heads, push the door open and go down.

"Winnie, are you listening? Winnie, Winnie... " The anxious call on the phone reached her again and again.

She rubbed and rubbed her forehead which was hurt by the collision. She endured the pain and replied: "it's OK. It's just an emergency brake. Don't worry."

Hearing her say so, the man on the phone, obviously relieved, gentle but unbearable tone.