Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Ji Mingyou had a smile in his eyes, and his thin lips couldn't help curling up. He pulled out his hand and held her little hand tightly, with a deep and mellow voice: "This little clerk trusts me so much, I want to know a little reason."

"You are my creditor, and there is still a lot of money to pay." Lin Weiwei's heart beat faster, and he dragged him forward, but he didn't want you to bear it alone.

"Get in the car, you can't be tired." Ji Mingyou's eyes darkened, the corners of his mouth disappeared, and he opened the car door considerately.

The car left quickly, Liu Lu walked out from the alley, quickly took a photo, her eyes were as cold as a wolf watching, and said in a low voice: "With the photos and text messages, he should believe it."

She couldn't wait to send it out, and she couldn't help feeling relieved that the results of the long-term stay had been achieved.

When I came to the agreed teahouse, the aroma of tea was floating, quiet and elegant.

Xiaomeng clutched her sleeves nervously, her legs kept shaking, thinking about how to answer in her heart.

"We are late, there is some traffic jam on the road." The two walked in quickly, Lin Weiwei put the bag aside and smiled apologetically.

Ji Mingyou followed behind, helped move the chair, and took care of her to sit down, with a calm expression, and said softly: "Long time no see."

Xiaomeng nodded, with sweat in her palms, forced a smile, and offered to say: "It's about the fire, but I was frightened, and I forgot most of them. I'm sorry that I can't help you." .”

Seeing her dodging eyes, Lin Weiwei was not surprised. He took out the photo from his bag and put it on the table, and said seriously: "The fire may not be an accident. It may be too embarrassing for you to be here alone, but we are really very happy." Need your description."

"Someone asked you about it before, and I want to know more details." Ji Mingyou crossed his hands, his cold gaze was like a blade with a cold light, and he could see through her mind.

In the photo are the burned ground with large differences, as well as tables and chairs.

These photos caught Xiaomeng by surprise, she knew in her heart that she had sprayed gasoline on them.

This is the evidence, but the suspect has become her.

But she is not an arsonist!
Xiaomeng's face changed, seeing that it was difficult to hide, her eyeballs kept rolling, and she faltered and made up: "Because it's a new job, I want to get familiar with the environment early. Washing up in the closed tool room, waiting Walked out after smelling a bad smell."

"Thick smoke was billowing, and I was frightened, so I stayed for a while. When I wanted to put out the fire, I was almost trapped in the back kitchen. You almost know what happened next."

"Aren't there any other abnormalities, or small details?" Ji Mingyou saw through without revealing, a faint light flashed in his deep eyes, there must be other details in it.

Xiaomeng shook her head, looked up to see his cold eyes, shivered all over, and said in a very low voice: "I heard some noises in the back kitchen, but I think I heard it wrong, and I don't know the rest."

She picked up the teacup and drank it down, the tension in her chest slowed down.

"If what you said is true, the arsonist is in the back kitchen." Lin Weiwei was taken aback, and packed up the photos on the table with a heavy heart, "Thank you for telling us this, it is very helpful to us."

Ji Mingyou hummed lightly, with a calm expression, which made people unable to figure out his thoughts.

"Let me help organize it, I can only remember so much for the time being." Xiaomeng lowered her head, stretched out her hand in a hurry, stared at the photos, and wanted to destroy all the evidence.

She didn't want to be the scapegoat for the arsonist.

Lin Weiwei smiled slightly, pushed the photos in front of him, put them into paper bags one by one, and said softly, "No, I'll do it myself."

After chatting for a while, the two left the teahouse.

Upstairs, Xiaomeng put the phone to her ear until she could no longer see the two of them, and paced anxiously: "Mr. Xu, something is wrong, you have to help me this time."

"Xiaomeng seems to be hiding something, her eyes are hiding, and she dare not look directly at others." Ji Mingyou drove the car calmly, a light flashed in his deep eyes, in his impression, Xiaomeng was not an introverted and timid person .

Lin Weiwei thought for a while, but couldn't judge for a while, and said softly: "She has enough conditions, but the arsonist is not stupid enough to trap himself in the fire."

She scratched her head, and she didn't believe it when she said it.

The scenery outside the window was left behind by the car, Ji Mingyou pondered for a moment, and said intuitively: "The suspicion is not serious, but we still need to observe."

At this time, he received a call, and Ji Xiaoqing's panicked voice came after he connected it: "brother, come to the store quickly, the water pipe was broken during the renovation, and the back kitchen is in a mess, and it can't be closed for a while."

"You know the situation in the store, come and help us, there will be floods!"

After screaming a few times and hanging up the phone, he sighed softly and turned around the corner helplessly: "I'm afraid the next few people won't be able to go. We can't lose water in the store anymore."

Lin Weiwei was chatting with his head down, smiled awkwardly, and raised his phone: "I can't go with you, Xiaomeng said that he vaguely remembered something, asked me to take the photo, maybe I will receive other clues. "

She bent her eyes happily, as if she had discovered a treasure, and insisted on rushing forward: "Just put me in front, the store still needs you, I'll take a taxi, and wait for my good news."

Without giving Ji Mingyou time to hesitate, he received all kinds of urgings from Ji Xiaoqing, parked the car on the side of the road, gave a few instructions, and frowned worriedly: "Walk slowly, send me a message when you arrive, wait a while I'll pick you up."

"I'm not that hypocritical. I've been injured before, so I have experience." Lin Weiwei had a happy smile on his face. These few words warmed his heart, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

She soon stopped a car, returned to the teahouse again, and climbed up to the second floor excitedly.

"Some images flashed through my mind, and I can't remember them now." Xiaomeng sat opposite, stuttering and unable to say anything. I'll find you after I think about it, I forgot about it."

She supported her head, looking very distressed, and said in a low voice: "I just remembered it after seeing the photo, can you put me here first?"

"No, Ji Mingyou gave it to me. I can't put it here with you." Lin Weiwei frowned, and after listening to a lot of nonsense, suspected that she was playing with herself, and laughed a few times.

These photos are so important, how can they just give them to others?

Xiaomeng was not surprised, a strange smile flashed across her face, and she began to shift her target: "Sister Weiwei, if you look at the photos more, you might think of something, after all, you also stayed in the fire scene for a long time, I don't even know when you got in."

"I'll think about it." Lin Weiwei stood up, unwilling to argue with her, and left after paying the bill.

Standing under the teahouse, she exhaled slowly and rolled her eyes: "What is this?"

"He just went down." Xiaomeng hurriedly took out her mobile phone and reported to Renhui.

"I saw it." Qingyue's female voice came.