Liang Fang wore a fairy-like Marie elie spring/summer lace dress. This French niche luxury brand is very popular with Liang Fang.

Standing in front of the three mirrors standing at the corner, Liang Fang easily peeked at the whole picture of himself when he was wearing this dress. The slim body is not tightly wrapped, the black lines are pressed, the delicate white lace is reduced, and a small amount of black and white contrast color plays just the right finishing touch.

The person in the mirror is delicate and moving, and the real age is completely invisible. Liang Fang was very satisfied with this.

I sat in the courtyard pavilion and "bathed" with my mother, who was a woman who loved white skin and refused to "sunbathe" like Western women. The limit of what she could do was to sit in the well-cleaned afternoon pavilion and blow the wind. The reason why the family swimming pool was built in the backyard was also based on the consideration of the mother's likes and dislikes.

"Aren't you going on a date?" Mother asked.

"Wait for him to get off work." Liang Fang raised his wrist slightly, "It should be about the same." ”

"Have you ever thought about getting married?"

"Mom, are you worried that I will become a leftover girl?"

The mother covered her lips and smiled, looking at Liang Fang's eyes soft and charming: "How can the Liang family have leftover daughters." ”

Liang Fang tilted his head and smiled coquettishly. She thinks so too.

"It's just that you're 30 years old. The womb waits for no one. ”

Liang Fang smiled and was silent. I can't stop slandering: I haven't been a child enough, but I haven't thought about marrying for a child.

"Fang'er, the call is coming. Hurry up and call! Xu Wenheng's voice suddenly sounded. The mother couldn't help but sit upright. Liang Fang sneered: "Mom, this is my private custom call ringtone." ”

"You young people are really good at playing. You take it. I just went back to the house to rest. The mother said, raised the silk fan to cover her forehead, and walked out of the pavilion leisurely.

Liang Fang pressed the green answer button, and Xu Wenheng rushed out first with a wheezing voice: "Fang'er, do you have Chen Xiaoxi's phone?" ”

"How?"

"Call him and ask him to find Zhu Beni."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine. You call Chen Xiaoxi first. Tell him that the police may be looking for Zhu Beini, but don't worry, it should just be a confession. ”

"What the hell is going on?"

"You call him first. Call me later, and I'll tell you again. ”

Liang Fang's smile decayed before it could bloom. She hates the feeling of being kept in the dark. Didn't you tell Xu Wenheng? Despite the dissatisfaction in his heart, Liang Fang did so. Chen Xiaoxi, like her, is like falling into the fog.

When Liang Fang called Chen Xiaoxi again, the person who answered the phone was no longer the owner himself, but the voice of a strange woman.

"Who are you?" Liang Fang didn't mean to be polite at all.

"I am an assistant doctor in the radiology department of Ruijin Hospital, and a patient who came to take the film handed me the phone, saying that he was afraid that the caller would be in a hurry, so he asked me to answer it on his behalf."

Liang Fang suddenly withered: "What's wrong with him?" ”

"I was hit in the lower leg by a motorcycle, and I am investigating whether it is a tibia or fibula fracture."

Liang Fang gasped, last time it was Zhongshan Hospital, this time it was Ruijin Hospital, are you in the unfavorable rhythm of the year.

Say thank you to the assistant doctor. Liang Fang didn't want to be in a hurry, but he ended up holding his skirt and running in small steps. Enter the garage, start, reverse, all in one go, drive out of the courtyard, and go to Ruijin Hospital.

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The police station in the jurisdiction is much more simple than expected, with a desk, two chairs with backrests, and four or five round stools. A middle-aged policeman and a young policeman beckoned everyone into the room. Soon someone came in and brought the motorcyclist in a cool black racing suit to the next room.

The middle-aged policeman looked very capable, and after examining it, his eyes fell on Zhu Beini, and he said it concisely and concisely. According to the middle-aged policeman, this was not a simple traffic accident, but a premeditated crime. Because, when the traffic police routinely questioned the perpetrator, the perpetrator was excited and denied it: "I didn't want to hit him!" I don't even know him! It's true! The person I'm going to hit is Zhu Beni! ”

The perpetrator with a touching IQ.

The third policeman who took the perpetrator away soon came, and the middle-aged people warned him but said it was okay. The policeman couldn't help but laugh before he spoke. It turned out that the perpetrator wanted to retract his confession, but unfortunately the law enforcement recorder had already recorded it, and the psychological defense line suddenly collapsed. The perpetrator himself confessed that he didn't really want to hit Zhu Beni, but just wanted to create panic so that Zhu Beini would be more obedient.

When asked about the relationship between the perpetrator and Zhu Beini, the perpetrator looked confused again and insisted that he did not know Zhu Beini. When the police asked if they didn't know how to identify the person they were going to hit. The perpetrator said that someone showed him a picture of Zhu Beni.

At this point in the inquiry, the facts of the case are basically clear. When he continued to ask who showed him the photos and asked him to intimidate Zhu Beni, he refused to say whether he was alive or dead. I was in a hurry. The perpetrator blurted out: "I'm going to find a lawyer!" I have the right to be silent! ”

The middle-aged policeman looked at Zhu Beini with burning eyes: "Do you know who instigated it?" ”

Zhu Beini nodded: "It's probably a colleague in the company." Because of some misunderstandings, she had an opinion about me. ”

According to the middle-aged policeman, Zhu Beini was not injured in this incident, and she can ask for civil compensation, or she can jointly file a criminal lawsuit with the first victim. The words "criminal proceedings" obviously frightened Zhu Beni. She glanced at Chen Xiaoxi and the police uncle, and said very hesitantly, it is better to take the attitude of the person who was hit.

"Speaking of this person who was hit, it was really unlucky. Not to mention that he was injured, the perpetrator also had a deep grudge against him, feeling that he had made a mistake, which led to the fake. The police officer who interrogated the perpetrator shook his head when he said it.

"By the way, do you know the person who was hit?" The young policeman who had not spoken much asked him.

Zhu Beini had no choice but to nod.

"Exactly. We're going to visit him in the hospital. The middle-aged police uncle said.

Chen Xiaoxi had a bad premonition in his heart, and he vaguely felt that Xu Wenheng's collision with the muzzle of the gun was not an accident. It's just that he doesn't want to say it. For one, it sounded like suspicion of Zhu Beini and Xu Wenheng; Second, even if Zhu Beini and Xu Wenheng are still in contact, he is nameless and has no way to blame.

The phone buzzed in the backpack. Zhu Beini took it out and saw that it was Yang Qingqing. It's no wonder that Yang Qingqing called at this time. Zhu Beini originally made an appointment with Yang Qingqing to visit She Meili after work. After a long time, Yang Qingqing will inevitably worry that she, a road idiot, has gone a different way.

Zhu Beini felt that she was a little embarrassed to speak, but finally said: "I have something to delay on the road." I met a man on a motorcycle and accidentally knocked down Xu Wenheng. ”

"What?" On the other end of the phone, Yang Qingqing was shocked. The tone was unusually flustered.