Begonia sleepless tonight

In the police station, an honest man sat on a chair with handcuffs on his hands, not daring to look at the police officers.

"You did it?" Jiang Jiucheng looked at the man, the jacket was washed to the point of pilling, and the soles of a pair of sneakers were degummed.

A face, a weather-beaten face, wrinkled and sunburned.

"Yes." The man answered sullenly, not daring to look at Jiang Jiucheng, only feeling that the air around him was so thin that it was hard to breathe.

"Look at me and answer." Jiang Jiucheng ordered the tone, the man trembled even more, and his head was lowered even lower.

The policeman looked at it, as if the need for his own existence had been replaced, and his tone was softer, "What is your motive for killing the victim?"

This person is called Chen Jue, and the child is suffering from sepsis and is receiving treatment in the hospital. According to him, because he urgently needs life-saving money, he wants to sneak into the VIP floor to find some targets for theft.

After several visits, he found that Zhuang Ruoxi was mentally abnormal and the things he carried were very valuable, so he identified her as the target of the crime, because he had installed a surveillance camera before, so he was familiar with the monitoring path of the hospital.

He wanted to run away after stealing and cure his daughter's illness, but he didn't expect that Zhuang Ruoxi woke up in the middle of the night and yelled. In a panic, he covered her mouth and nose, causing a murder.

As he explained intermittently, Jiang Jiucheng's eyes gradually became complicated.

　  It was also treating their daughter, Yan's parents fulfilled their duties, but this man killed him.

"Master Jiu, Mr. Zhuang has been in poor health recently. He misses Ms. Zhuang. If the murderer can be found, the deceased can rest in peace. This can be regarded as an explanation for Mr. Zhuang."

Hearing Lin Wenya's words, Jiang Jiucheng's eyebrows knotted. Mr. Zhuang is a kind person, but he gave birth to Zhuang Ruoxi who is doing evil.

The poor dealer is such a single seedling, maybe he should take the time to visit his old man.

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Yan Ruyi did not live in Mansion No. [-], but returned to the company and stayed overnight.

Sitting on an office chair usually causes back pain, and it is even more difficult to use two chairs together as a bed.

"Sister, why did you come so early?" Feng Ze was the first to arrive at the office area, looking at Yan Ruyi, his eyebrows and eyes were brightened.

"Morning." Yan Ruyi dealt with it casually, and went to the editor-in-chief's office with panda eyes on her face. Not long after, the phone rang.

"The listening team casts new dramas and arranges a team of people to do interviews."

Yan Ruyi frowned at the call notification from the switching station. It was entertainment news again. She was really annoyed. Although stars and episodes were guaranteed to click and follow, it was meaningless.

She arranged for Yiyun to lead the team, and when she learned that the murderer of Zhuang Ruoxi had been brought to justice, she made a special trip.

"Do you know what the consequences are for telling a lie?" Knowing the situation, the police were stunned when they asked this sentence.

Chen Jue looked at Yinliang's handcuffs and whispered, "I killed the man, and I surrendered because of a disturbed conscience."

"So, you stole the money for your daughter's bone marrow transplant?" Yan Ruyi took out the photos in the bag, which were taken when she entered Zhuang Ruoxi's ward.

"I remember this bag, it is a limited edition, 200 pieces in the world, you don't steal it?"

Zhuang Ruoxi is a loyal fan of Hermes, and she will not let go of any new models. She knew this when she was in Jiang's house.

Chen Jue glanced at the green crocodile leather bag, disgusted to the extreme, "How much can you sell for a broken bag?"

"Reporter Yan, he is just an ordinary citizen, and he doesn't recognize so many people. You may be overthinking it."

What the policeman said made Yan Ruyi murmur. I heard that he stole Zhuang Ruoxi's bank card to exchange the money for his daughter's bone marrow. password?

The police also checked the ATTM monitoring. He took it away in batches, with a limit of 100, and stole more than [-] million.

"The Zhuang family means that this matter should not be published in the newspaper."

Yan Ruyi nodded, as a promise. She didn't intend to write a press release. Zhuang Ruoxi's death was really caused by Chen Jue, so it's not very controversial. Besides, even if the little girl recovers, she won't get medical treatment until she knows her father killed her. , how to face the second half of life.

She left the door of the police station with doubts, and turned back in a blink of an eye, "You didn't find other people's fingerprints in the ward, did you? Is this Chen Jue so clear in his thinking?"

"We don't know about this, but for so long, the banker has been pressuring, and we are also doing our best to investigate. This Chen Jue, there is no reason to pretend to be guilty, and he may be sentenced to death."

The police's words still failed to dispel Yan Ruyi's doubts. It is really possible for parents to save their children with one life for another.

But for now, there are no other clues that are enough to overthrow the conjecture in her heart.

I went to the hospital to inquire about the situation, and it was already dark when I returned to the courtyard.

"This house is absolutely valuable. I'm used to living in high-rise buildings, living in this courtyard, how leisurely it is? This is not just a house, it is also a historical witness of Suiyuan City..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Yan Ruyi came home, he saw Qin Yeming leading the real estate agent to see the house, and the crutches did not hinder him from introducing him endlessly.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Yan Ruyi folded her arms around her chest, wondering why Qin Yeming was selling her house.

Qin Yeming was stunned, the real estate agent was confused, Qin Moyu hugged Mumu and went forward, "Ruyi, you are back, if you don't come back, the home won't be yours anymore!"

"I want you to talk more, go back to the house!" Qin Yeming roared, and he slammed into Qin Moyu's arms with great strength.

Qin Moyu went back to the room disheartened, and Qin Yeming limped up to Yan Ruyi, "Ruyi, I just asked the real estate agent, and the price of a courtyard house on their market was more than 3000 million recently. Boom, let’s sell this dilapidated house and take a lot of money, why can’t we spend it?”

Looking at this old face, Yan Ruyi felt the urge to be violent.

Why did grandma give birth to a money fan?
Yan Ruyi was angry, and the real estate agent echoed, "Yes, this old house is well maintained, and strive to break through the market price."

"Did I say I'm going to sell it?" Yan Ruyi made a sharp look, "The house belongs to the Yan family, so what does it have to do with the Qin family? You sell it with you, and what do you sell without you? It's my kindness to let you live here. Come on, don't push yourself too far."

If it wasn't for Qin Yumo's poor child, the Qin family would not be allowed to squat in the corner.

Only then did the real estate agent wake up, "Mr. Qin, isn't this house in your name?"

"Returning the name? We are not a family." Yan Ruyi mercilessly exposed it. Fortunately, she came back. If she really settled outside, when she returned home, the courtyard house would have to be someone else's.

She didn't think about it before she left, the real estate certificate was still in the room!

Qin Yeming couldn't hold back his face, and the real estate agent sneered, "What are you selling if it's not yours? What a waste of time... let's go."

Although Yan Ruyi was annoyed, she didn't utter any curses. When she opened the bedroom door, Qin Moyu was crying with her arms around Mumu.

"How about this, cousin, I'll rent you a room so that you can have a place to stay. I don't want the only product left to me by my parents to be sold off." Miserable.

Being a father, being a grandfather, being an uncle, and being Qin Yeming, is really a fate cultivated in eight lifetimes.