Chapter 5496 I hope nothing will happen again
"NYPD? The abbreviation of New York City Police Department. What did he ask you to go there for?" Liang Conglin heard the location mentioned by the person on the phone, and Monk Zhang Er was confused.
Qiao Nian casually stopped a car, pulled out the back seat and got into the car. She answered him without looking back: "I don't know, just go and take a look."
"Wait for me, I'll go with you." Liang Conglin ran over and opened the passenger door, quickly got in and told the driver.
“Go to the NYPD.”
The driver stepped on the accelerator and drove in the direction they said.
Liang Conglin turned around in the car and tried to talk to the girl: "Who is calling you? Do you have anyone in mind to guess?"
The girl leaned on the seat, her back relaxed against the cushions, and there was a tired look under her eyelids, a little annoyed and depressed.
"without."
In a casual tone.
Liang Conglin couldn't tell whether she really didn't know, or whether she hadn't guessed at all.
He took out his cell phone and was about to call Ye Wangchuan, and muttered: "I hope nothing will happen again."
Qiao Nian couldn't see what he was doing from behind. She supported her chin with one hand and looked at Liang Conglin's body half blocked by the seat with her dark eyes against the light.
“You have recently discovered…”
"What?"
Liang Conglin turned around and looked at her immediately, signaling for her to finish.
Qiao Nian met his clear gaze, and the remaining half of the sentence was stuck in her throat. She swallowed it back silently and moved her eyes away first.
"fine."
She acted very strangely, which made Liang Conglin a little concerned: "What did you just want to say to me?"
Qiao Nian raised her hand to cover her eyes, her eyelashes brushed the back of her hand, and she said distractedly: "I just suddenly thought of something and wanted to ask you, but after thinking about it later, you don't know." Liang Conglin opened his mouth and wanted to say, "You don't know." You haven't asked me yet, how do you know I don't know? ’, but before he could say anything, the phone in his hand buzzed and vibrated.
Liang Conglin's attention was diverted and he forgot to ask further questions.
[Y: I’ll be there soon. ]
Liang Conglin saw the latest text message coming in on the screen, put his heart in his stomach with suspense, and went with Qiao Nian with peace of mind.
*
at this time.
Inside the New York City Police Department.
Elena's treatment is pretty good. She has her own private room and does not need to be locked up with other female prisoners. She can also use a mobile phone to communicate with the outside world.
Even the place where she lives has a separate bed, table and chairs.
If it weren’t for the existence of a door that was closed to her, it would be difficult to associate her with the words prison and waiting to be released on bail.
Elena's single room was not only filled with her, there was also a policewoman. The policewoman seemed to be talking to her, and the atmosphere inside was very low.
“He told you that he would be away for two days temporarily?”
She was wearing the clothes of an NYPD prisoner, with blue and white stripes on her body. She sat upright, unable to hide her domineering look.
“Did he say what he was going to do when he went back?”
Elena is not outdone even in her prison uniform, and her sharp eyes are as sharp as those of those in power, enough to overwhelm the policewoman in front of her.
The policewoman didn't dare to provoke her, so she hesitated and said, "I said I wanted to go home."
"Go home?" Elena was still wondering what urgent matter Moody had to leave her and go back to the Sixth Continent, when she received a call from a familiar number.
"Hello."
She was calm and indifferent when she picked it up, with an elusive disgust in her eyes, and her tone was calm, not giving the other party a chance to spy on her embarrassment.
"Why are you calling me? What? My aunt didn't arrange anything for you. You've been fawning over her for so long, and she doesn't regard you as the real heir."