Shen Fanyin was lying next to the passenger window, looking at Si Mian, who was holding his arms by two policemen and his face was like ashes, and the corners of his lips hooked up a helpless smile.

People, either stupid or extremely smart, are most afraid of this kind of little cleverness and rush to jump.

People can't jump too much and die fast.

Aware of the gaze staring at him, Si Mian stopped, turned his head to look, and met Shen Fanyin's bright eyes.

She sat in the car with a smile on her eyebrows, her cheeks bulging and chewing vigorously like a little hamster.

Shen Fanyin looked at her generously, and raised his hand to wave at her twice, owing a lot.

Si Mian's already poor face was even worse.

From the first time she saw Shen Fanyin, Si Mian didn't like her very much.

She climbed to the top of the pyramid of the wealthy families in Anseong in one step, but she put on a nonchalant style, and the high virtue of treating money and power as nothing is particularly lacking.

Of course Si Mian didn't know, Shen Fanyin didn't care, she felt that these had nothing to do with her.

The Jing family is indeed rich, but what does it have to do with her?

She can support herself.

At this moment, Si Mian looked at Shen Fanyin, who was unharmed, and hated it so much that the roots of his teeth itched.

Why can she be indifferent and high? Why is she able to sit on the high platform?

She should have begged for nothing like her, leaving bloody footprints on the way up, wearing a strange mask every day and forgetting that she had a simple smile.

Looking at Si Mian, whose eyes were gradually vicious, Shen Fanyin smacked her tongue, turned her head directly, and no longer looked at her.

Her kindness is limited, and she doesn't want to waste a single cent on such people.

Forgiveness is God's life, and she can't overstep it.

Si Mian's footsteps stopped for a moment and was dragged into the police car by the police next to her, and no one cared about her thoughts.

Not being able to rush over and slap Shen Fanyin will eventually become Si Mian's biggest regret in his life.

Shen Fanyin glanced at the police car roaring away, and his eyes fell on Jing Zeheng, who was slowly coming.

His face was pale, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned. The injured right hand was in his trouser pocket and did not swing when he walked.

Looking at Jing Zeheng, who looked like a sick beauty, Shen Fanyin pushed open the car door faster than his brain, jumped out of the car with his legs even more neatly, and the mobile phone that was resting on his lap fell to the ground.

The moment she left the car, she was enveloped in hot air, which quickly enveloped her in a layer of dampness.

Coveting beauty really didn't end well, she knew it was so hot, she would never get out of the car.

The hand still fell on the car door, reluctant to give up.

He wanted to go back, but he had already seen her, and he smiled.

At this moment, it was a little unparticular to go back to the car, and Shen Fanyin could only stubbornly step forward: "Brother, are you okay?"

"It's fine."

The corners of Jing Zeheng's lips were stained with a smile, and she rubbed her little head, "Si Mian didn't accuse Qi Jin, I'm afraid that Ancheng's side will not be able to continue until there is a result here, if you don't worry about Su Mu, let her go out less recently, or come to the imperial city."

Shen Fanyin raised her eyebrows, and a trace of doubt crossed her eyes.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Ian, who was also following Jing Zeheng, and she instantly understood what Jing Zeheng meant.

Squinting her eyes and nodding, she yawned, "I told Mu Mu that she was at home recently, and she would not be in danger. Brother, if you're still hurt, don't worry about it, anyway, my grandmother and I are in country M, so you can use as much time as they want. Let's go back to the hotel first, we're sleepy."

"Hmm."

Jing Zeheng responded and looked back at Ian, "We're going back."

Ian still has no plans to leave: "Let's go, I'll invite you to dinner in the evening, the first time I see my sister, I have to do the friendship of the landlord."

Jing Zeheng frowned irritably.

It doesn't seem good to break his leg, there's surveillance.

Shen Fanyin's round apricot eyes were watery, and he looked at Ian and said, "Uncle...... Oh no, I'm sorry, my brother is still hurt, let's do it another day."

Ian didn't hear Shen Fanyin's heart-piercing name, and smiled like a Maitreya Buddha: "What is this little injury? If you're injured, you have to make up for it, come, don't be polite to my brother, what do you want to eat?"

Shen Fanyin smiled like a flower: "I want to eat my mother's dumplings, brother, why don't we go directly to the airport?"

Ian: "......"

Ian really wanted to squeeze into the car shamelessly, but when he got closer, there were two girls in the back seat, and he didn't give him a chance at all.

Since he can't follow all the time, it's really unnecessary to get to Jing Zeheng's side again.

His partner himself understands that the half-hour drive from here to the Case Hotel is enough for him and Qi Yan to arrange everything for the female.

The plan to earn pocket money was stillborn.

The car was driven by the driver, and Shen Fanyin, Zeng Wanwan and Duan were squeezed in the back seat, and they didn't forget to remind Jing Zeheng to be careful of his wounds when wearing his seat belt.

Zeng Wanwan and Duan Tianxin glanced at each other, and they both saw the fire of gossip burning in each other's eyes.

Quarrels or something really help to advance the relationship, and lo and behold, this piece of wood has learned to care.

Zeng Wanwan and Duan were surprised not only by this.

When they found out that Shen Fanyin and Jing Zeheng were living in the same room, their expressions immediately became complicated.

Will this speed of development be too fast?

The fire of gossip burned too strongly, and Shen Fanyin couldn't ignore it if he wanted to.

She was extremely weak today, and her tone of explanation was not as straightforward as before: "I didn't bring my passport when I went out, and there are two bedrooms in this suite."

Zeng Wanwan: "Oh, that's it."

Duan leaned: "Well, I understand."

Shen Fanyin panicked, rolled her eyes at the two of them, and then pretended to be calm and went back to the room, isolating the playful eyes of the two of them.

She firmly believes that if she is calm enough, she can fool everyone, including herself.

With his back against the door of the house, Shen Fanyin let out a long sigh of relief, and then realized that he didn't know when he had seen sweat on his forehead.

"Sanskrit."

"Hey!"

Jing Zeheng listened to her heart-pounding response, and the smile on the corner of his lips became a little thicker.

He turned around and looked at her and said, "Aren't you tired? Go and sleep."

"Huh?" Shen Fanyin was slightly stunned, and then remembered that the excuse he had just made was "sleepy".

After relieving herself, she walked into the living room with her hands behind her back, widened the distance from the door, and then tilted her head slightly and asked him, "Brother, there is a result over there in Ancheng, right?"

Jing Zeheng took a sip of water, and after a moment of silence, asked, "Why do you think so?"

Shen Fanyin's eyes were very bright, and his black and white eyes looked at him intently: "Actually, even if Si Mian speaks, it can't be used as evidence for the palace captain to arrest Qi Jin, I can see this, you won't think of it."

"You deliberately took Ian to find Simian, but you just wanted to delay some time, right?"

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and it was difficult to hide her joy in her soft and brisk tone.

Jing Zeheng looked at her beautiful face, and was in a trance for a while.

I don't know if the sun gilds her with a golden glow, or if she shines in his eyes.