The high heels stepped lightly on a piece of music, Si Mian flicked the development silk, and said indifferently to the secretary who greeted him: "Let the people from the planning department come over and bring the bidding documents of Yacheng together."

The secretary followed her step by step, but said, "Vice President, there is an impromptu meeting that you need to attend, and the third lady is already in the conference room."

Si Mian's footsteps paused slightly, and he glanced sideways at the secretary, with a cold look in his eyes.

The secretary stood there with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, unconsciously shrinking his neck.

Perhaps because the general manager of the branch was there, Si Mian didn't make a move, so he snorted coldly and walked towards the conference room.

In just a few steps, she quickly adjusted her expression, and when she pushed the door open, a smile was already on her face: "Three little ......"

There were only two men in the conference room that was supposed to be full of people at the moment, Si Mian's greeting froze on his lips, and the vague smile in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

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In the interrogation room, the bucket-sized kidnapper's arm was wrapped in splints and gauze and hung around his neck.

Rao was like this, his other hand was still handcuffed to the table, and all the thoughts were pressed to his heart.

"What do you have with Shen Fanyin?"

「……」

"Who instructed you?"

「……」

"Who are your accomplices?"

「……」

In the face of police questioning, he was particularly unspeakable and replied to all questions in silence.

The policeman slapped the table hard and warned in a cold voice: "Do you want to be severely punished with such an attitude?"

The kidnapper raised his chin and looked at him playfully: "I didn't hurt anyone, my pistol was legally purchased, I have paranoia of being killed, I suspect that the woman is trying to kill me, I am justified in self-defense."

The country's gun is legal, he didn't hurt anyone, and there is no surveillance in the back streets, so it is impossible for the police to believe Shen Fanyin's words.

The policeman was stunned, and finally knew that this guy had misunderstood something.

The kidnapper seems to be a frequent visitor to the police station, and the regular interrogation does not scare him at all, and he even has the mood and ability to bite back: "Oh yes, that woman's man hurt me, I won't spare this, foreigners beat people!"

The policeman came to his senses, cleared his throat and put a few pictures in front of his eyes: "Boy, your bullet hurt someone."

The kidnapper looked at the scrapes on the photo and was silent for a moment before saying, "Even if it's flattened, he also hurt me."

A strange smile appeared on the policeman's face, "Don't you want to know what the name of the person you hurt is?"

"Huh?"

As a professional and serious kidnapper, he is extremely sensitive to danger.

As soon as he heard the policeman's words, he realized the seriousness of the matter.

Could it be that this man has some unusual identity?

The kidnapper looked at the police suspiciously, seriously suspecting that he was cheating himself.

Policeman: "His name is Jing Zeheng."

Kidnapper: "......!"

As a legend of the country, the three words "Jing Zeheng" are hated and feared by countless Chinese people.

Like an unattainable mountain, his existence is destined to become a nightmare for countless people.

Si Mian felt like he was being targeted by a lion at this moment.

The chill spread from the soles of her feet, freezing her whole body. She also wanted to run, to get out of here as soon as possible, but her legs were stiff and she didn't have the strength to move a step.

Jing Zeheng sat at the conference table, raised his eyes and glanced at her, then looked down at his phone again.

Seeing that he didn't mean to speak, Ian had to do it himself: "You just came back from Financial Street?"

Si Mian's face was like ashes, and he pursed his lips and did not answer.

Ian smiled kindly, put one hand on the table, looked at Si Mian and said, "I haven't cared much about you since you returned to China, it's my negligence as a boss, Si Mian, it's very difficult for you to be a little girl in a foreign country, if you go astray, it will really be a catastrophe, what do you think?"

Si Mian turned his head stiffly and smiled at Ian that was more ugly than crying.

Ian tapped on the table, and continued with a distressed expression, "Look, you have to see who you are when you make friends, right? With those people...... Even if I wanted to protect you, I wouldn't be able to."

Ian has been sprayed all over the past two days, and at this moment he wants to re-establish the perfect character of the helm of the Ian Group, and unconsciously began to talk about it.

It just so happened that Si Mian's mind was flustered, and he was so frightened by Jing Zeheng that he had no ability to think normally, and he was the best listener.

He was about to say a few more words of regret to express his helplessness as a boss, when Jing Zeheng interrupted his nonsense: "How did you contact the Qi family?"

Ian turned his head to look at Jing Zeheng sadly.

The matter is already clear, can't you give him a stage to play?

Jing Zeheng didn't bother to pay attention to him, put down his phone and looked at Si Mian.

Si Mian only felt that the blood in his body was stagnant.

She looked at Jing Zeheng and couldn't say a word.

Jing Zeheng said indifferently, "Your accomplice has been arrested, are you sure you still have to resist?"

His eyes were frighteningly cold.

Si Mian gritted his teeth and clenched his fists hard. The nails sank into her palms, and the pain calmed her down.

No, it's not.

If the evidence is conclusive, then it should be the police who came here, how could it be that Jing Zeheng and Ian are here?

She took a deep breath and tugged at the corners of her mouth: "Ah Heng, I don't understand what you're saying."

"Huh."

Jing Zeheng sneered, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

Si Mian was still speaking, and neat footsteps sounded behind her.

Subconsciously turning his head to look, a flash of fear flashed in Si Mian's eyes.

The police arrived at the right time, and it can only be said that Si Mian is seeking benevolence.

A second before the handcuffs trapped her, Ian let out a long sigh and looked at Si Mian with regret in his eyes: "Do you really think we have no evidence? I want to give you a chance to tell the truth and make meritorious contributions, but you don't even cherish it, tsk......

Looking at Si Mian's miserable white face, Ian felt a pleasure of crushing her with his IQ.

When the police took Si Mian away, Ian turned to Jing Zeheng: "Hey, if she doesn't say it, there is no way to act on the Ancheng side, right?"

Jing Zeheng still closed his eyes and let out a faint "um".

Of course, he didn't come here to be bored.

If you follow the normal process, it will take ten days and half a month to arrest the real murderer, and according to the ability of the Qi family, anything can happen during this time.

The phone on the table vibrates.

Jing Zeheng opened his eyes, picked up his phone and glanced at it, then stood up and walked towards the door.

Ian's eyes flashed with surprise, and he quickly followed, asking, "Is there a way?" The Qi family is about to change, right? Do you think I'll be able to earn some pocket money if I take Case's shares at this time?"

Jing Zeheng ignored him and picked up the phone by himself: "Hey, it's here? Okay, wait for me."

After that, his steps were faster, and he impatiently threw a word to Ian:

"Don't follow, Fanyin is hungry, I'll take her to dinner."

Ian stumbled and nearly fell headfirst against the wall.

"Jing Zeheng!"

"Are you still in the mood for a date at this time?!"