Boyfriend?

The punishment was stunned.

If she was too ruthless......

His eyes swept over the little thief who was crying and holding another police officer's uncle......

Well, maybe a little bit harder......

But apart from the thief, there are only her and that Mr. Fu, where did they get their boyfriend?

Punishment: "......"

Almost at lightning speed, he turned his head away.

In the police lights of the blue storm flashing lights, Mr. Fu was leaning against the telephone pole casually, his chin slightly tucked, and the handsome face of the upside-down beings was hidden in the shadows, not knowing what he was thinking.

But it seems that I didn't hear the conversation here.

Xing Luoxi turned around and politely explained, "Uncle policeman, you misunderstood, he is not my boyfriend, and the person who did it is actually ......"

"Not your boyfriend?" The old police officer interrupted in surprise, his eyes half incredulous.

If it weren't for seeing my little girlfriend being bullied, she would be guilty of making such a big deal and beating people like this?

Xing Luoxi hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, no!" ”

A face that doesn't look like it's going to lie.

The old police officer reluctantly believed it, coughed, and said with a serious face.

"Whether it's or not, your man...... Male friends can't have such a heavy hand, do you know that the thief can sue you for intentional injury? ”

"Yes, yes, Uncle Police taught you a lesson!" Xing Luoxi bowed deeply and first corrected his attitude, and then said, "But the person who did it was ......."

I......

Again, the word was interrupted.

"What is? The other party is holding hostages with knives, and no one is allowed to defend himself? ”

Fu Yancheng walked over slowly, his tone as casual as his long pace, and his slender fingers meticulously patted the ash and broken sand rubbed on his shoulders.

The old police officer was shocked, "That little thief still dares to hold hostages with a knife?" ”

"Hmm." Xing Luoxi nodded.

The thief did just that, and there was no problem with the justification.

The old police officer wanted to ask again, but he didn't know what his eyes were, and his face suddenly froze.

Not far away, the thief was still crying and begging the police to take him back to the police station quickly.

"Uncle policeman, the thief brought a knife, but ......"

"Bastard thing! Even such a weak and slender little girl can do it! Darn! The old policeman scolded with red eyes, turned around and left.

The torture that was interrupted several times was messy in the wind.

This uncle ...... Is there a misunderstanding again?

"No, Uncle Policeman, you may have misunderstood......"

A shadow fell.

The words came to an abrupt end.

Fu Yancheng stood in front of her, almost completely enveloping her in his own shadow, looking at her like a torch for a moment.

He had seen countless people of all kinds, wise, dull, cunning, and black-hearted, but he had never seen anything like her.

He's been thinking about this question just now—

What kind of person can swing his fist with a dignified elegance similar to the art of fragrant tea?

Fu Yancheng couldn't figure it out, so after being disturbed by the old policeman's deliberate injury, he walked over.

Xingluo tilted his head inexplicably: "Mr. Fu? You ......"

"You're hurt." Fu Yancheng's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he saw, and his pupils shrank imperceptibly.

Punishment: "......"

Belch.

Isn't she worthy to finish a full sentence tonight?

"Wait, what do you say? Am I hurt? The torture who reacted looked confused.

She's hurt?

Why didn't she know it herself?