Spoiled Star Wife: President, I Surrender

Although Bo Yanchen didn't squat in the police station like Lu Qinghuan every day, but...

The assistant quickly ran into Bo Yanchen's office with small steps: "President, the police station has already issued a result. Many small policemen have some relationship with Mrs. Wang's side, but those policemen have been arrested now. The other one The corpse has been able to prove that it is not Yun Shan himself, Madam found the difference between the two people from some photos, what should we do next?"

Although it has been proved that the person is not Yunshan, where is the real Yunshan?Where did the killer go?Lu Qinghuan's heart is still full of troubles, and those two people who died innocently for no reason, what kind of relationship do they have with Lu Liang?
Is Lu Liang trying to silence him?
With these questions, Lu Qinghuan sat down on a chair in the aisle of the police station. Although the remaining policemen were already working hard to find the family of the deceased, and although those policemen related to Mrs. Wang's company had been arrested, Lu Qinghuan just couldn't be happy.

She looked at the policemen coming and going in front of her, looking at these policemen in uniform with serious faces, and suddenly felt extremely tired. Just when she was about to stand up and was about to leave the police station first, the phone in her pocket Suddenly it rang.

Habitually taking out the phone, Lu Qinghuan never dreamed that it was the killer who called, and now she thought that when did he die!

Almost without thinking, Lu Qinghuan picked up the phone, but the voice on the other side of the phone was not the killer's voice, but a voice similar to a voice changer...

"The task entrusted to me has not been completed, and that corpse is not Spruce."

The person on the phone with a voice changer said this, and it took Lu Qinghuan a while to understand: "Then where are you now? Is your life in danger? Why don't you use your original voice? Where did the real spruce go? This Where did you find the substitute? Did Vietnam arrange it? Did you kill this person?"

Faced with Lu Qinghuan's series of questions and asking so many questions, this person obviously hesitated, and then the voice of the voice changer came:

"I can't explain that much for the time being. I did go to follow your instructions that day, but something went wrong in the middle. I will go back after a while. You should stop worrying about this matter. As for the real Yunshan Where it went, I don't know."

After the other side finished speaking, they hung up directly, and the short call of less than 1 minute ended like this.

Lu Qinghuan looked left and right, and found that no one had eavesdropped on her phone call just now, so she slowly calmed down.

Before, she had been worried about the killer's whereabouts, where the killer had gone, and whether the killer would die. Now, the phone call perfectly answered all her doubts. Although the real Yunshan ran away, but Lu Qinghuan suddenly felt relieved.

These days, she has been terrified every day, waking up in the middle of the night every night, and has never had a good night's sleep, but now she can finally go home and have a good sleep.

Walking out of the police station, the sun was glaring, so Lu Qinghuan directly waved for a taxi.

The car was parked downstairs at Bo Yanchen's company, and Lu Qinghuan bought a bento as usual and brought it up. Seeing Bao Yanchen sitting in front of him, Lu Qinghuan didn't know what to say for a while.

"Didn't you stay at the police station every day these days, wanting to confirm that the deceased was not Yunshan? Why did you have the time to come to me?"

Bo Yanchen sat beside Lu Qinghuan affectionately.

"Your intuition is too accurate, right?"

Lu Qinghuan turned her head to look at Bo Yanchen, and after a long stretch of eloquence, she barely said this sentence.

She always felt that Bo Yanchen had something to do with this matter, but she didn't know where the specific connection was. She knew that news about Bo Yanchen was received very quickly, but it couldn't be so fast, she just guessed it casually. The truth of the matter?

Bo Yanchen was also at the scene that day, and Bo Yanchen also saw the deceased. The deceased looked so similar to Yunshan, and even Lu Qinghuan didn't have the slightest doubt, but Bo Yanchen had such doubts. Could it be just a coincidence? ?

Although Lu Qinghuan didn't like to doubt other people's self so casually, she just couldn't help but want to guess.

She can't even look down on herself.

"Just talking casually, isn't that dead person really Yunshan? Where is Yunshan?"

Bo Yanchen ate the bento, still acting as if he didn't know anything.

"I don't know where the real Yunshan is, but it should not be in China anymore. Now everyone thinks Yunshan is dead, but fortunately, the identity of the deceased has been half-identified, so it can be proved that it is not Yunshan. So Yunshan will still be a wanted criminal in the future."

Thinking of this, Lu Qinghuan finally felt happier. If she hadn't found out in time this time, and Bo Yanchen hadn't reminded her in time, then the real Yunshan would really be at large and spend the rest of her life in peace!
Bo Yanchen nodded to show that he understood, but he didn't say anything else. Lu Qinghuan sat next to him and just watched Bao Yanchen eating quietly.

After eating a bento, according to the usual practice, Bo Yanchen should stand up and return to his seat, then type on the keyboard and read the documents, but he just sat there without moving, imitating Lu Qinghuan and looking at Lu Qinghuan.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Lu Qinghuan, who was a little overwhelmed by Bao Yanchen, could only lower his head quickly, pretending that he hadn't done anything.

"Do you know what day next Monday is?"

Seeing Lu Qinghuan's shy look, Bo Yanchen gave a rare smile.

"What day?"

During this period of time, Lu Qinghuan paid too much attention to this case and was too involved. Before this case happened, she was waiting for the news of the killer almost every day. Monday is her own birthday.

Bo Yanchen gently raised his hand and hooked Lu Qinghuan's nose: "Next Monday is your birthday, idiot."

Bo Yanchen stood up slowly, thought of something, and turned his head again: "You don't even forget how old you are, do you?"

Lu Qinghuan, whose face was red and white by Bo Yanchen's words, lowered his head slightly: "I always feel out of shape these days, I didn't expect that I even forgot my birthday."

As Lu Qinghuan said, he quickly put away the bento box in front of him.

"So what gift do you want then?"

Bo Yanchen smiled slightly and sat down.