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The scar was not deep nor shallow. There were traces of blood on it. There were also several traces of blood on its white wrist …

"When did you get hurt?" The moment Chen Weiwei saw the scar, he immediately ran over and pulled out a few tissues to help her press down the wound, in order to prevent the blood from flowing out again.

"She did it." Joman glanced at her, his face cold and expressionless.

Jia Shan's face was filled with shock, "You're lying! When did I hurt you? You were the one who hit me all along! "Comrade Police, look, my forehead is injured in several places. I've broken several layers of skin and bled a lot. Look, it's all blood. It's painful now!"

When he finished, he looked at Joman fiercely. "You struck first, woman! I didn't even say anything when she slapped me, then tugged on my hair and smashed my head against the wall. Comrade Police, you guys didn't know how crazy she was at that time. You don't know how fierce she was.

Qiao Man pulled back the menacing Chen Weiwei and coldly said, "That was justifiable!"

"You!" Jia Shan pointed at her angrily, "That's nonsense. You were the one who attacked me first! "Comrade Police, please watch the video. I request that you check the video!"

"What are you arguing about?" The police officers saw this kind of thing too many times every day and had already gotten used to it. Upon hearing their loud, noisy, and noisy voices, they were very annoyed and scolded, "This is the police station! What was there to argue about? Do you think it's a market? All of you, shut up!

The police officer looked around ferociously.

She pursed her lips, closed her mouth, and said, "Okay, then wait for my lawyer to come. I'm going to put her in jail."

Johann snorted coldly. Ignoring her disdainful gaze, he didn't even bother to look at her.

Chen Weiwei was extremely infuriated at the side. His legs were trembling, and his pair of big red eyes were glaring furiously at Jia Shan.

Her big eyes were red as she stared angrily at Jia Shan. The bloody wound on Qiao Man's wrist made her heart ache, this Jia Shan was really despicable, always wanting to find fault with her. Last time, she almost caused Qiao Man to be tainted.

This was so infuriating that he was about to explode!

Joman must have fought her to help her vent her anger.

The little girl's entire body was still trembling slightly. She was feeling wronged but she was still trying her best to force it out. She glared fiercely at the other person as if she wanted to tear that person to shreds.

The aura around the man became extremely cold, his thick eyebrows arched into a square.

She recovered from her earlier anger. Remembering that she had relied on what she had gone through these past few days, she felt a faint terror in her heart. The policeman who was fuming at the side opened his mouth wide and was also intimidated by the cold aura around her.

Beitang Bing wrapped his long arms around Chen Weiwei and hugged his tightly as he led her out. The policeman finally reacted and pointed at the two of them and shouted, "Who said you can leave?" Do you hear me? "

Beitang Bing slightly narrowed his eyes, his expression was as dark as ever!

When the policeman saw this expression, he gulped.

Suddenly, the office phone on the table rang. The police officer was called back to reality and quickly received the call. He nodded repeatedly and then hung up the phone. His face immediately turned pale.

Then, the policeman nodded his head and bowed as he said in a very polite tone, "My apologies, my attitude was not good just now. Please do not bother me with your magnanimity!"

Beitang glanced at him coldly and raised his eyebrows. "You can leave now?"

"Yes, of course." The policeman nodded his head and bowed politely, "The matter has been investigated thoroughly. Your wife has no faults, it's just a misunderstanding. You can leave at any time!"

After thinking for a moment, he felt that something was amiss, and politely said, "Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea before leaving?"

"No tea." The man's face was still gloomy and his eyes were glued to the surface, "Drink less tea and do more work, don't disappoint the common people!"

"Yes, you're right."

F * ck, the bureau chief called personally, everything is up to you.

Chen Weiwei was carried out by him, but he didn't see him come out. She stopped and refused to leave, his eyes staring at the interrogation room. Beitang Bing frowned and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

She pursed her lips and said emotionlessly, "Can you get Joman out? She started a conflict with Jia Shan because of me!"

When she spoke, she looked at him, and Beitang Bing frowned.

Not far away, Gu Siyu was walking over coldly on high heels. Her capable and concise aura was revealed. Director Fan, who had been following her with large strides, subconsciously wiped the cold sweat on her forehead.

"Mr. Beitang." Director Fan stretched out his hand and said enthusiastically.

Beitang Bing raised his eyebrows and glanced at the interrogation room, "I think my secretary has already explained the situation to Director Fan!"

"I made it clear! It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! "

"It's not just a misunderstanding." The tone of the man's voice held no room for doubt. With an ice-cold expression, he said in a grand and disinterested tone, "The people on my side said it was intentional murder!"

"Investigate, immediately investigate, investigate to the end!"

"I'll be taking him away first!"

"Fine, fine, fine."

Beitang Bing glanced at the interrogation room, "As for the suspect, he still needs to be interrogated properly, I don't know anything about that …"

"I know, I know, I know!"

The man looked down at the woman in his arms and said, "If there's anything you need help with, contact my secretary."

"Fine, fine, fine." Director Fan followed him and walked a few steps forward with an attentive look on his face. "Shall we have a cup of tea?" Think of it as a shock to your wife. "

The man continued walking, not even sparing him a glance. "Director Fan sure knows how to joke around. If drinking tea can calm your nerves, then the money …" Commissioner Fan is such a large group that there's no need to get so scared every day. "

Director Fan was stunned by his words. He was no fool to be able to hear the threat in those words.

He quickly looked away, "Then take your time, I'll deal with it right now!"

Chen Weiwei was taken out of the police station by him and was waiting for him in front of the car. She was a little worried, "Isn't it a bit too big to deliberately kill someone?"

"I'm fine." He leaned against the front of the car and helped her straighten her messy hair. "First, detain her for a day or two at the police station. Gu Siyu will be the one to teach her a lesson, and then follow up. That woman has done a lot of bad things.

Chen Weiwei was very surprised to be able to get so many information from the phone in such a short period of time.

Beitang Bing smirked, "I've already given them the orders long ago, but I still have to give them some time to gather the evidence. Those guys aren't doing very well, but this is a good opportunity. It's just that Joman sacrificed quite a bit today."

Eh?

Just as Chen Weiwei was puzzled, Qiao Man had already completed the procedures and came out.

She walked forward with a worried frown, "Are you alright? Shall we go to the hospital now? "

"No, it's just a small wound."

Is it still a minor injury?" Take a look at it yourself. With such a long line of blood, six wounds and so much blood, we must make a trip to the hospital to have a look.

"Weiwei." "No need. I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest."

"But you …"

Before she could finish, Joman had pushed her arm away and was walking to the side of the road, his eyes darting to the side of the tall, dazzling man's face.

There was probably no one in the world more funny than her, she thought.

It was already cold in the evening. The sunlight was warm in the evening. Looking at her lonely figure that was drawn out by the setting sun and his lonely appearance, Chen Weiwei could not bear to bear it anymore.

She went over and pulled on Beitang Bing's hand. Beitang Bing frowned, then turned his gaze to Beitang Bing and said, "I'll send you back."

He stopped and stared at the ground, unable to calm his mind.

Ye Zichen suppressed his thoughts and turned around. He saw the man leaning gracefully on the car, with one hand in his pocket and the other gently stroking the girl's head.

The little woman stood beside him, looking even smaller and smaller. She stood obediently by her side, as if she was standing in his arms. Her head was naturally moved back to her neck by his big hands, just like a pet cat.

This scene, harmonious and warm, every time she saw it, it made her unable to sleep for a few nights, a good mood for a few days.

Such beauty was something that every woman couldn't hope for.

Chen Weiwei's eyes were big, and they were twinkling with intelligence. He looked a little wronged, as if he didn't want to be touched by a man and didn't want to lose his temper that easily. His face was filled with a pitiful and lovable expression.

She was always like this, on the surface she seemed to have a bad temper, she was rampant, as if every time she was unhappy, she would always have a bad temper and know how to cry. But in fact, when it came to a certain matter of love, she could always hide her weak little heart and silently digest everything.

All of a sudden, she seemed to understand why the useless Chen Weiwei, who had always been proud of herself, was now being held by Beitang Bing in the palm of his hand and was so painful to the bones.

Because she was worth it.

It was because of fate. No matter who was by his side, they were not as harmonious and beautiful as Chen Weiwei.

Because there was no reason for love.

If he fell in love, he would fall in love. If there was nothing else, it would be because of her. As long as she was by his side, he could not help but smile.

When he came out of the hospital, Joman was the first to walk out. Chen Weiwei, who was at the back, called out to him with tears in his eyes, "Joman."

Johann turned, an indifferent look on his face.

"That injury of yours … You did it yourself, didn't you? "

When she spoke, she was even more unable to control herself. Her small face was even more twisted, and the tears in her eyes became even larger, rolling in her eyes, as if they were about to burst out. She suppressed her sadness and ran over to Joman with tears in her eyes and asked, "Why are you so stupid?"

Why did he have to injure himself? Doesn't it hurt? How could it not hurt?