Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"You mean we can investigate your son..." He paused, "Don't think what I said is bad, if you don't tell us clearly, we may never find the real culprit behind the scenes, to your son The threat will always exist, rather than hiding it, it’s better to make it public, of course the choice is yours, I’m just making such a small suggestion.”

Lin Qiuran covered her face and took a deep breath, "I understand what you mean."

Xia Xing's particularity must not be made public!At least for now, it must not be made public. People's curiosity-seeking psychology will regard her Xia Xing as a monster, which she cannot accept.

If it is not made public, it will be impossible to find the real murderer behind the scenes.

If it is made public, Xia Xing may attract more suitors.

Lin Qiuran was having a hard time choosing between the dilemmas, and her headache was about to split, what should she do?

The reception policeman patted Lin Qiuran on the shoulder and found that she was stiff all over, "Miss Lin, are you okay? You don't look very well, are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Qiuran shook her head, her red lips were almost bloodless, "It's okay, I'm fine, so what clues have you found now?"

The receptionist sighed, and twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, "As you can see, all the clues are broken. Master Su is very difficult to move. We moved him under a lot of pressure, but he was still caught. I was bailed out, and something like that happened as soon as I got out. And the suspect on the other side was released by you privately, and you deliberately concealed the clues. What else can we do? We can only suspend it temporarily, and there is nothing to investigate The thread is like dancing with shackles, so helpless."

Lin Qiuran looked up at the reception policeman, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Don't say that you are wronged, you should investigate first, at least wait until my son's condition is stable, maybe he can give us some clues."

The reception policeman scratched his hair, "Miss Lin, you really know how to order us."

"Your people's police did not originally serve the people. Besides, it doesn't seem to be of much use now after your investigation. I hope you can at least monitor the suspect first to prevent my son from being in danger again. If my son is If there is any accident, I will directly use my relationship to ask the people in the embassy to hold you accountable, don't forget, my son is a foreigner."

The reception police officer almost couldn't hold back his anger, "Damn it!"

"Also, do you have any clues about the death of the runaway project manager and contractor of my husband's company? Although my husband went to investigate it himself, can't you do nothing? If the case of kidnapping my son There is no progress for the time being, can you solve this case first?"

The head of the reception police was about to explode. "The project manager disappeared, and the contractor died in a strange way. Now only a family is left, old, weak, sick, disabled and young. It is even more difficult to investigate."

Lin Qiuran has almost understood the relevant situation. Both cases have made no progress, and both sides of the company's family are in crisis.

A series of events happened compactly and coincidentally.

Is it really a coincidence?

Or is someone deliberately planning something behind the scenes?

Could it be Mr. Su?

If it is him, is his illness real?

Also, does Xin and Lin Xiaoxiao's second uncle who has never shown up have anything to do with this matter?

and many more!

Lin Qiuran's eyes widened suddenly, two cold lights suddenly flashed in his lower eyes, medical life continued!
Master Su, believe me, the only thing they have in common is that they like to poach human organs!And the craze for Xia Xing's blood!

How could Master Su, a businessman, know so many things that delay life?For decades, he has been looking for replacement organs for himself.

How could Xin be trained to be an executioner who specializes in poaching people's organs and reselling them to make money?

Is it a coincidence?Or is there some kind of connection behind it?
Lin Qiuran pressed her temples hard, a series of questions hit her brain, one after another bombarded his nerve endings, one after another, thunderously bombarded and roared.

What the hell is going on please?

Could Master Su have some kind of relationship with Xin's second uncle?

Is there any relationship between the hypocritical philanthropist with a good reputation and the once mighty business giant?

damn it!
The reception policeman stared blankly at Lin Qiuran's complex changes in just one minute, and was stunned, "Miss Lin, are you okay? Your expression just now...was a little scary."

Lin Qiuran stood up suddenly, grabbed her bag and hurriedly said, "I still have things to do, so I'm leaving first."

She has to investigate quickly, if there is really a terrible organization behind the scenes planning everything, then her Xia Xing will always be in danger.

Letter... Will he know?

Zhao Qichen said that the letter is still under his surveillance, so I wonder if he has received the letter and what happened to Lin Xiaoxiao?

……

Europe, a certain country.

A quaint villa in the suburbs.

Xin was dressed in black and sat at the back of the sofa, lowering his head and tasting the cappuccino in his hand. The mist spread out from his mouth, wisps of mist quickly disappeared into the room.

Zhao Qichen was sitting opposite him, with his fingers around the handle of the coffee cup, staring at him with deep eyes.

"You're still here." Xin didn't seem to be surprised that Zhao Qichen would come, and he seemed to have been waiting for him, with a triumphant smile flashing across the corners of his slightly raised mouth.

Zhao Qichen's slender fingers pointed at the rim of the coffee cup without making a sound.

"You were the one behind the scenes? You killed the contractor? What about the project manager? Could it be that you killed him too?" Zhao Qichen stared down at the foam in the coffee cup, on which was a carefully drawn heart. The shapes and patterns were blurred by him and disappeared.

Xin was almost finished drinking a cup of coffee, "I knew that with your ingenuity, you would definitely smell the smell behind this, and sure enough, your dog nose still searched for it."

Zhao Qichen lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, and said in a low-mellow voice whether it was big or small, "So, did you show your lines on purpose to point me out?"

Xin looked down at a photo album, took out a well-preserved old photo from it, and pointed at a little girl on it, "Look, this is a photo of Xiao Xiao when she was a child, how happy she was at that time, there was a family who loved her, and Me, how good our family is together."

Thinking of what happened back then, Xin felt completely moved, "But all of this... was destroyed!"

Zhao Qichen glanced at the photo, there were two children plus a boy and a girl, "Are they Lin's father and Lin's mother?"

After Xin finished his coffee, he wanted to pour another cup, but unfortunately there was no more in the grinder, and his hand suddenly became empty, so he had to hold the empty cup and turn it around.

Then I was silent for a while, and turned around the place where I lived, "Do you know where this is? This is the place where I used to learn anatomy."