Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

It seemed that it was possible, Zhou Xufang couldn't guess it.

"This time it should be just a test. Now I have confirmed that you are 011, and there may be actions later." Jiang Zhi said, "The enemy is in the dark, we are in the bright, Xu Fang, in the future, you should try not to act alone, take it everywhere you go. Get on me, eh?"

Zhou Xufang promised: "Good."

Jiang Zhi frowned, the hostility in his eyes still remaining.

Zhou Xufang poked his brows and quietly calmed down: "Don't worry, if they are from the genetic laboratory, they will only want to arrest me, not kill me."

It would be a shame to kill her.

The doctor in charge of her also said that she is the most successful among all experimenters who have triggered supernatural abilities due to genetic mutations. Her genes can be called a miracle in medicine.

Jiang Zhi grabbed her hand and kissed her lips softly: "Why don't you worry, I guess I won't sleep well in the future."

She grinned at him with her pale lips: "Then I will put you to sleep."

"Spinning treasure."

"Ok."

"Remember what wishes you hung on the Christmas tree in the amusement park?"

Zhou Xufang lay on his side and looked at him: "Remember."

May you live a long life.

Jiang Zhi touched her face, cold and icy. He said, "You have to be safe, so that I can live a hundred years." He bowed his head and kissed her forehead, "Zhou Xufang, if you don't live long, I I have to die early, you know?"

If you die, I won't live alone.

What he meant by this,

She understood, and nodded vigorously.

"Be very careful in the future." Today, he was extraordinarily long-winded and exhorted once.

Zhou Xufang rubbed his face against the palm of his palm: "I see." She asked Jiang Zhi, "Did the doctor who performed the operation find that something is wrong with me?"

"I have sealed it up, they dare not talk nonsense."

Zhou Xufang didn't worry anymore: "Jianzhi, I want to drink water."

"I can't drink it now." Less than an hour after the operation, the attending doctor told me not to drink water.

She frowned: "It's bitter in my mouth."

I don't know what kind of medicine the nurse gave her, but it's very bitter now.

She wants sugar and AD calcium milk.

"There is no sugar here." He lowered his body. "It's just me, want?"

She lifted her brows and smiled: "Yeah."

Jiang Zhi leaned over to kiss her, swallowing all the pain in her mouth.

When he came out of the ward again, the evil spirit between his eyes had disappeared. Qiao Nanchu and Xue Baoyi took a girl with them, and they were still waiting outside the ward.

It's already past eleven, and it's late.

Jiang Zhi said: "You go back first."

Xue Baoyi glanced in the ward. Although he didn't know what was going on, Zhou Xufang was seriously injured. That must be a serious matter.

"Are you alone?"

"This is the boundary of the Jiang family."

Too.

In Jiang's hospital, no one should dare to make trouble.

It's okay for Xue Baoyi to be late, but his staff is a female artist. It's not appropriate to stay in the hospital for a long time: "Then I'll go back, call me if I have something to do." Turning to say, "Fang Ideal, keep up, I'll see you off. "

Although Fang Ideal wore a mask, she was still wearing the gown from the film festival. She arrived in a hurry and didn't change her regular clothes. She was very clumsy. She didn't stay and make trouble: "I will see Xu Fang again tomorrow."

She waved to Wen Baiyang, who had just met Wen Baiyang, and followed Xue Baoyi away.

Qiao Nanchu didn't mean to leave yet, took Wen Baiyang to the chair in the corridor and sat down: "Wait for me here."

She sat and waited obediently.

Qiao Nanchu walked aside with Jiang Zhi: "The few people came here prepared, and they didn't show their faces. They didn't leave any useful clues on the scene, so it's probably not easy to investigate."

Jiang Zhi also guessed that it was the result, so he left Ah Wan to deal with the scene: "I will investigate this matter privately. At the Criminal Intelligence Division, you can help me suppress the matter."

He didn't want to involve the police.

Qiao Nanchu said yes, then asked: "Why did you go just now?"

"Teached Luo Qing a meal."

lesson?

Jiang Zhi was in anger at the time, and it was impossible to use civilized methods.

Qiao Nanchu guessed: "Seeing blood?"

He pushed his upper jaw: "Yeah."

He is not a person who likes to be rough, he likes conspiracy and tricks more than real knives and guns, but if he can't hold back his temper, he will occasionally use violence to solve it, then it will inevitably hurt.

"Just so grandiose?" Can't bear to make plans and make it a little more seamless?

"Yeah." Can't bear it.

Qiao Nanchu laughed angrily by him: "You are so foolish, you are not afraid of going to jail."

"She didn't dare." Jiang Zhi was very sure.

Luo Qing and himself are also mud bodhisattvas crossing the river. They cannot protect themselves. If they are not sure, they will not come to provoke him.

"Don't dare and you can't mess around." After chanting a few more words, Qiao Nanchu asked, "Is this person hired by her?"

"I don't know yet."

Don't know how to teach others? What a fool!

Changling Hospital.

Luo Qinghe finished the first aid treatment, it was almost twelve o’clock, she was so badly injured that she couldn’t lie down because the hospital nurse called the police, and the criminal investigation team sent two people over, and Zhang Wen was responsible for taking the notes. Xiao Zhong is responsible for collecting evidence.

"Miss Luo, can I ask you some questions?"

Luo Qinghe nodded.

Within three days, she was seriously injured twice and she was very weak.

Zhang Wen asked: "Did you see the gangster's face?"

Luo Qinghe shook his head, his breath was weak and his voice was low: "No, he is wearing a mask."

"What about body shape and voice?"

"About 1.5 meters, the voice is relatively young."

It's 1.5 meters, this height is not very common.

Zhang Wen asked again: "Is it someone you are familiar with?" He also knows something about Miss Luo. It's not a good thing. I think there are many people who want to find her to seek revenge. Maybe it is her enemy who came to the door. Up.

Luo Qinghe said: "No."

"Are there any other characteristics in that gangster?"

She answered quickly: "I didn't pay attention."

Did not notice?

This is not like the style of this eldest lady.

Zhang Wen looked at her and asked, "Did the gangster tell you anything? For example, his purpose."

Luo Qinghe's face was pale and expressionless: "No, just do it when you come in, and say nothing."

In other words, there are no clues at all.

Zhang Wen asked a few more questions, but still didn't ask any available information. He left the ward and joined Xiao Zhong.

"It's weird, isn't this Miss Luo the most refined and difficult master? She was so vainly cut? She didn't find anything."

There is something wrong, something very wrong.

Xiao Zhong guessed: "I guess there is something unspeakable."

Zhang Wen felt that Luo Qinghe must have concealed something: "Is the evidence collection finished?"

Xiao Zhong replied with an OK gesture, and the two said as they walked: "This gangster has a little special hair."

"How special."

Xiao Zhong showed him the color-printed photo taken from the surveillance video: "Who is it like?"

This matte blue is familiar, Zhang Wen thought for a while: "Little Young Master Jiang?"

Yes, the little son of the Jiang family was dyed with blue hair, or the uncommon, matte gray, cold-toned, matte, dreamy, and hazy foggy blue that is uncontrollable by ordinary people.

Don't ask why Zhang Wen knows so well? Because his sister is engaged in beauty salons, she also got her own hair dye of the same style as Jiang Zhi.

No beauty, dye this hair, it will make you blast in minutes. His sister said.

Xiao Zhong showed an inscrutable expression: "I feel like him too."

Not to mention, the height is also similar.

However, Zhang Wen was distressed: "Then you can't catch people by hair color."

There is no evidence, how can you catch people by hair color alone.

As soon as the two returned to the police station, they received a call from Luo Qinghe.

She said in the original words: "If you lose a bracelet, the gangster should be trying to make money. If you don't file a case, you should break the money and avoid disaster."

The term “to avoid wealth and avoid disasters” is too inconsistent with Luo Qinghe’s character. She is a woman with fierce means and a strong vengeance. It should be her style of doing things if she finds the murderer and fights back.

Is this being held by someone? Actually swallowed.

Zhang Wen hung up the phone: "Team Cheng, Luo Qinghe will not be held accountable over there."

Team Cheng didn't say a word, looked at the picture of the gangster, lit a cigarette, and called Qiao Nanchu: "You haven't slept yet?"

"Yeah." Team Joe, who usually doesn't talk much, explained patiently today, "My buddy and girlfriend are in the hospital and have been busy until now."

Team Cheng chatted like: "Which buddy are you?"

The other party also chatted as if: "Jianzhi."

Isn’t it the guy who was dyed in the matte blue? It was a coincidence. Team Cheng smoked a cigarette without a puff: "You have been with him all the time?"

"Ok."

"At around ten and forty, together?"

Qiao Nanchu said in a loose tone: "At the Fifth Hospital, do you want to adjust the monitoring for you?"

The Fifth Hospital is the site of the Jiang family. Whether the monitoring is bad or not is not a word from Jiang Zhi. Team Cheng still doesn’t know that little flowery intestines: “I’m still panting, the captain of the criminal investigation team, Lao Tzu, don’t let me go crazy!

After a curse, Team Cheng hung up the phone.

Qiao Nanchu just glanced at the time on the phone: "It's too late, I won't go in."

He took Wen Baiyang to the door of his house.

She still stood still.

"Anything else?"

She nodded, because she had something to say, she didn't finish talking about her boyfriend and girlfriend when she was in Yuquanwan today.

He said, "Go in and say."

"it is good."

Wen Baiyang opened the door and first made him a cup of barley tea. She was sitting on the sofa opposite him, clutching her fingers, and when he had finished drinking a cup of tea, she didn't even "speak".

Qiao Nanchu put the cup down: "Don't talk about it, it's going to dawn."