What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

"Have you extracted the fingerprints from the first half of the photo?" Zhang Jinqiu asked the detective thoughtfully.

"Yes, it has been recorded."

"How about this, you return the first half of the photo to us, we provide the second half of the photo, you go to extract the other half of the fingerprint, and then synthesize a complete fingerprint for identification."

Zhang Jinqiu did this to prevent someone from getting the whole picture.

Shu Xingmi knew that Zhang Jinqiu was protecting himself.

Speaking of which, the boss really doesn't have to do this for his subordinates. Zhang Jinqiu obviously treats Shu Xingmi's matter as his own.

"Okay, it would be great to have the other half of the photos. We will contact you as soon as we detect a fingerprint match."

The detective's hand wearing white cotton gloves took out half of the photo from the leather bag, which was packed in a plastic bag. He put the photo on the table, Zhang Jinqiu went back to the room to get the other half of the photo, and handed the photo to the detective. And dialed Xiao Cao's phone: "Is there any clue about the IP address I told you to check last time?"

The detective looked at Zhang Jinqiu, then looked at Shu Xingmi, and thought, tsk tsk, the owner of this family is quite concerned about the little fresh meat he brought in, and Zhang Luona's.

You ask, how do you know it is a nurturing relationship?

First of all, judging from the eyes of the two, the male host obviously has the right to control Xiao Xianrou. Xiao Xianrou is very obedient, serving tea and water, looking at the male host with respect and gratitude. They are subordinates, but in the mansion of the male master, they are more likely to be lovers;

Secondly, the male host and Xiao Xianrou must not be relatives, their interaction is not intimate, familiar to a brother, there is a certain degree of strangeness and alienation; month, the cohabitation life of the two should still be in the adaptation period.

"Blue Spider Web Cafe on Hongqiao West Road." Zhang Jinqiu tapped the clear glass coffee table with two fingers, and the detective quickly bit off the cap of his pen and wrote the address on the notepad.

When Shu Xingmi heard this address, he felt a little familiar. He searched the address on his mobile phone, zoomed in on the map to look at it, frowned, and thought, no way?

It should be just a coincidence.

"Did you remember anything?" Zhang Jinqiu sat beside Shu Xingmi.

"Nothing, it's just that the address just happens to be near my cousin's house. Might be a coincidence."

Shu Xingmi said to the detective: "Please help me investigate. From 7:2 p.m. to 8:06 p.m. on July 10, someone suspicious appeared in the Blue Spider Internet Cafe. You should be able to find it by checking the Internet cafe's surveillance. This person sent me a lot of harassing text messages and made a phone call, and he is probably the voyeur."

"Ok."

After seeing off the detective, a reminder popped up on Shu Xingmi's phone, and he walked up to Zhang Jinqiu: "Mr. Zhang, can I ask for leave tomorrow? It's only in the morning. I have some private matters."

"Absolute leave." Zhang Jinqiu hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Do you need me to go with you? Or send two bodyguards to go with you."

"I'll go by myself." Shu Xingmi was confident that he could deal with that peeping tom.

"The company should have a car tomorrow. I'll let them know when you're leaving."

"Thank you Mr. Zhang."

The next day, Shu Xingmi went to the pastry shop to buy a cake, and took a taxi to Chixi Prison.

He could feel that Fang Yuanjun had always been thinking about meeting his mother. Why on earth did his mother kill his father? ... This mystery has always been stuck in his heart. Every time he thinks about it, he finds it unbelievable, incomprehensible, and unacceptable.

What is wrong?Why did the mother tear the family apart with her own hands?Why use such a drastic method?

Fang Yuanjun grew up day by day with this question in mind.

This question has woven countless stories in Fang Yuanjun's mind, which is as vast as an ocean. Every time he thinks of a possibility, it is a small wave or a thread, but the truth is always a needle in a haystack.

"What's the matter?" The prison guard was expressionless.

"I'm here to visit the prison," Shu Xingmi handed over his ID card and proof of relationship: "Ms. He Mei is my mother, and today is her birthday."

The prison guard lowered his eyelids and glanced at it, and returned the certificate: "Okay, I'll go ask, you wait here."

"OK, thanks."

After 10 minutes, the prison guard returned to the reception room: "She refuses to visit, you go back."

The expected answer.

For more than ten years, my mother had never seen Fang Yuanjun, and refused to see each time.

"Then please give this to her." Shu Xingmi pushed the cake box and a letter forward: "Thank you."

After he came out of the prison, dark clouds rolled in the sky, the cement-colored clouds were crumbling, and the air was stuffy, with pea-sized raindrops hitting his hair.

That's how summer rain comes when you say it. It's quite willful and doesn't say hello to anyone.

Shu Xingmi was picked up by Zhang Jinqiu's driver and delivered safely to the company without a drop of rain on his body.

Shu Xingmi received an email from the bank, the main content was a refund. The money remitted to a foreign nursing home a few days ago was returned. He also received an email from the nursing home saying that "Mr. Zhang" had paid... …

Shu Xingmi looked at Zhang Jinqiu who was writing through a pile of folders.

Zhang Jinqiu noticed his gaze and stopped writing: "What's the matter?"

"I received an email, and there is a Mr. Zhang who paid for my grandma's expenses in the nursing home for me. Mr. Zhang, is that you?"

"Is there any Mr. Zhang who would do these things for you besides me?"

Zhang Jinqiu looked at Shu Xingmi with great interest, and clasped his hands. The navy blue pen body was illuminated by the light, reflecting a very textured light, and there were light blue sand particles in it. He wore glasses today with a platinum frame Making him look extraordinarily smart and elegant, there are also thin vintage chains attached to the temples.

"No...you are the best Mr. Zhang I have ever met." Shu Xingmi looked into Zhang Jinqiu's eyes seriously: "It's just that Mr. Zhang has helped me too much, and I can't repay you. I know Zhang is always kind, But I can't accept it. In the future, I will return the money to Mr. Zhang on schedule."

It was raining heavily outside the window, it was clearly in the afternoon, but it was as dark as evening, the rain was loud, and the chaotic raindrops hit the window glass, making a muffled sound.

"That money is just pocket money for me. I help you to save you from living under such pressure, so that you can work for me with a better mentality. It has no other meaning. The requirements are relatively high, and the life and mental state of the secretary will affect the quality of work. If you feel sorry, just treat it as a gift from me as a fan to my favorite male anchor.”

In fact, Zhang Jinqiu has selfish intentions. He did this simply because he knew Secretary Fang's temper. He would never owe him money. Therefore, Secretary Fang will continue to work in his company until the debt is paid off. Once this happens, Secretary Fang will not be taken away by any company.

He wants to tie a person with money and love.

He did it even though he knew it was despicable.

"boss Zhang--"

"Okay, don't leave Mr. Zhang again," Zhang Jinqiu looked at the time: "Shall we go to lunch together?"

"I want to pay for Mr. Zhang." Shu Xingmi took out his wallet.

"Then I have to eat more." Zhang Jinqiu smiled.

After the meal, Shu Xingmi went to the studio as agreed. Today is the day to try out new summer clothes.

The stylist put on a wig and made up for Shu Xingmi, then matched it with a white shirt with lotus leaf sleeves and a light blue bowknot dress. Shu Xingmi posed according to the instructions of the instructor.

"Smile brighter." The photographer reminded: "Okay, that's it..."

With the clicking sound of the shutter, the staff holding the polishing board walked back and forth, and the models in front of the hangers all cast curious or surprised glances at Shu Xingmi.

"Isn't that Secretary Fang?"

"Secretary Fang is really stunning in women's clothing... Seeing him in women's clothing makes me feel ashamed to be a woman..."

"To be honest, my body condition is comparable to that of a professional model. This ratio...I can play with this leg for a year..."

"Mr. Zhang may have already played."

"what?"

"He and Mr. Zhang are living together. Didn't you see that they came to the company together these few days?"

"So explosive? Doesn't our Zhang always bend?..."

"I'm a pair." Zhang Jinqiu said casually behind them.

Several models turned their heads away when they heard the words, blushed, lowered their heads slightly, and said in unison: "...Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Jinqiu sat next to the instructor and began to watch Shu Xingmi's filming.

Then Shu Xingmi became nervous, and his posture became unnatural. When he thought of Zhang Jinqiu watching from below, he couldn't let go and was distracted. Many thoughts crawled uncontrollably to Zhang Jinqiu's side.

"Why is Xiaofang's face so red? Do you want to take a break?" The instructor found that Secretary Fang's face was a shade redder than before, and the redness could not be covered by makeup.

"fine."

When I got home from get off work, Shu Xingmi said to Zhang Jinqiu while washing the vegetables: "Next time I make a film, don't watch it."

"What's the matter, my company, my clothes, my secretary, I can't see it?" Zhang Jinqiu smiled and washed the transparent salad bowl, and went to the cabinet to get the salad dressing.

"I would be embarrassed."

"Shy?"

"Don't men have the right to be shy?"

"No, you have the right to be shy." Zhang Jinqiu ate a small tomato: "Be more shy, because it's cute."

Caught off guard by Zhang Jinqiu's compliment, Shu Xingmi seemed to light up a small firework in his heart, beeping and sparkling.