Chapter 35: In front of the identification center, reporters surround it
Shu Yao is the daughter of Shu's cosmeceuticals, the same age as Jin Yuwei. Bai Fumei, who is a child, grew up together.
She saw the news and realized that something so big happened last night.
Shu Jiao called Jin Yuwei a lot of times overnight but didn't get through, and she didn't contact her until now.
The tip of Jin Yu's nose was slightly sour, and her eyes were suddenly moist. The bottom of my heart suddenly became mixed.
It turned out that when everyone was accusing her, when she was left behind. Others were worried about her. I care about how she feels.
Shu Yao saw that there was silence on the other end of the phone, and she probably knew the answer in her heart. Immediately annoyed.
She was too happy to go out with Jin Yuwei the day before yesterday, and when she came home, a cold wind blew outside, and she couldn't get up the next day, and she had a high fever directly in the afternoon, so she didn't have time to go to Jin Yuwei's engagement ceremony.
Tian Tian, who was standing on the side, was anxious, and she took the phone from Shu Yao's hand.
A gentle and sweet voice that sounded very anxious. "Weiwei, don't scare us......"
Jin Yu came back to her senses slightly, she sniffed and whispered, "I'm fine." ”
Tian Tian and Shu Yao also saw the news of the autopsy. They all estimated that Jin Yuwei couldn't get it alone on that occasion.
Moreover, for such a big matter, how could the media let go of this opportunity to grab headlines.
Tian Tian took the initiative to speak, "Weiwei, let's go with you in the afternoon." ”
Bean-sized tears fell, pale gray flowers bloomed on the white carpet in the bedroom.
The bottom of the girl's heart was suddenly moved. For a moment, some people were speechless.
The icing on the cake, anyone will do. But it's hard to send charcoal in the snow.
It is only in this case that it is easier to see who is sincere to you.
She whimpered, bean-sized tears sliding down, and the chick nodded like a peck of rice. "Thank you."
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At three o'clock in the afternoon, Jin Yuwei wore a black windbreaker and appeared at the door of the police station on time.
She was thin, and the belt of her coat was tied up all over her, which accentuated her proportions of length.
A long, curly millet hair hung down. Hidden her little pale face inside.
Shu Yao and Tian Tian were also sitting in the car. They all wore black clothes, and they knew how to take care of Jin Yuwei's emotions.
Before she got out of the car, Jin Yuwei saw that at the entrance of the police station, surrounded by the media, everyone was looking forward to it, waiting for Jin Yuwei to appear.
Jin Yuwei could probably guess that this scene would appear.
As long as the cause of her father's death is not ascertained for a day, she will not be able to get rid of these public opinions.
Now, in addition to facing it, all she can do is face it.
Shu Yao and Tian Tian glanced at each other, and Shu Yao opened his mouth to her, "Weiwei, you go in first, we will watch for you here." ”
Jin Yu replied slightly, and she nodded. Thank you, it's pointless to say too much.
The girl got out of the car, with a pair of black sunglasses on the bridge of her tall and small nose, and as soon as she got out of the car, she was spotted by sharp-eyed media.
In the crowd, someone exclaimed, "Jin Yuwei is here!" ”
She was suddenly shocked in her heart, turned her head, and found that countless media carrying long guns and short cannons instantly flocked to her.
It's going to be surrounded by Jin Yuwei's side!
"Miss Jin, may I ask why you must insist on doing an autopsy on Jin Dong, is it really as rumored in the outside world, is it because you hate Jin Dong, so you must let him die without turning a blind eye?!"
"Miss Jin, was it Jin Dong that you killed, why are you so vicious? Must an autopsy be done after Jin Dong's death? ”
"Please answer, Miss Jin......"
In the face of all the spotlights and the questions thrown by the reporter like a cannonball, the girl closed her eyes slightly, only feeling powerless.
That feeling of powerlessness comes from the heart.