knew that his boss was obviously distressed to death, but he still deliberately pretended to be indifferent and pouted secretly, and stood by the window with him.

The difference is that one has been following the girl's figure, and the other has empty eyes and looks up at the sky.

Serious suddenly felt that his divine assistance was simply amazing, just now he saw the wound on Zhou Ran's lips at a glance, and he couldn't help but speculate a variety of possibilities in his mind, and finally summed up a sentence, the battle was fierce.

My boss really planted it this time, and I stroked my forehead in my heart.

As soon as Qiao Hong, who hurried to the public security bureau, walked into the bureau, she felt that all the police officers in the public security bureau looked at her very strangely, so her hurried pace gradually stopped.

When she walked to the door of the interrogation room, she saw a figure she was very familiar with through the crack in the hidden door, her breathing suddenly stopped, and the look in her eyes turned a thousand times.

After thinking for a moment, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Zhang Wenfei's voice came from the interrogation room, and Qiao Hong pulled the hair on the side of her face that was messy due to her fast walking behind her shoulders, tightened her fingers on her handbag, and then pushed open the door and walked in.

The man sitting in the chair with his hands in handcuffs heard the sound of pushing the door, looked up, and his face changed when he saw the woman walking in from the outside.

"Qiao Hong............" The man suddenly got up from his chair, glanced at the police officers in the interrogation room with a reluctant expression, and blurted out, "Why are you here?!" ”

"I ............" Qiao Hong was about to speak, when Zhang Wenfei on the side spoke.

"Miss Joe." Zhang Wenfei motioned to the police officer next to him to bring a chair, and stretched out his finger to point to the position, "Please sit here." ”

"Okay............" Qiao Hong carried the bag, nodded, and sat down at the position he pointed to.

As soon as I sat down in my chair, I heard a clear and warm voice.

"Hello, the world's top fashion designer, Miss Qiao Hongqiao."

She followed the prestige, and in a backlit position in the interrogation room, a man in a white shirt and black trousers sat in a chair with his legs folded.

The beautiful face is like a dazzling pearl in the shadows cast from above, which is impossible to ignore, and the eyes of the glasses seem to be able to see through all the good light.

"You are ............"

"This is our special assistant for criminal investigation, Ye Tezhu, who specializes in criminal psychology." Zhang Wenfei sat down in his place, picked up the pen on the table, looked at her, and asked straight to the point, "Miss Qiao, where were you on the night your husband was killed?" What are you doing? With whom? ”

"I ...... I'm working overtime in the company........." Qiao Hong pinched her handbag and lowered her eyes and said.

"With whom?" Zhang Wenfei's eyes swept over the movements of her hands, and then asked.

"At that time, there were some problems with the company's clothing, and the shower of this clothing was Yu Hekai, so I worked with him in the company that night on the issue of this clothing." Qiao Hong glanced at the handcuffed man and said.

"Oh? Is it? Ye Yan, who was sitting quietly listening to her words, got up from the chair, walked to Zhang Wenfei's side and sat down, his eyes behind the lenses stared straight at her, and his voice was soft.

"Are you sure that's the case?"

"That's right, that's right......" Qiao Hong was stunned for a moment when she saw his eyes, and her lips twitched in answer to his words.

"Bang !!!"

"You lied !!!" Zhang Wenfei slammed the notebook and pen in his hand on the table, and looked at Qiao Hong, who was so frightened that his face turned pale, "At this time, don't you choose to confess everything?!" ”