Mr. Si’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell Off Again

  Chapter 81 081: Why is she so unlucky?

Wen Wan just leaned back and leaned lazily in the chair. Her delicate face was full of helplessness, "I am actually very confused about this. Why am I so unlucky?"

"If you insist on telling me why, I can only blame my bad luck."

 She sighed softly.

 Looking annoyed.

"Huh-"

Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows slightly, with an innocent and enlightened look on her face, "Officer Zhang, as a police officer, shouldn't it be your responsibility to solve the case?"

 Very good, the ball was kicked to him in just a few words.

 Zhang Ling stared deeply at the girl in front of him.

He put down his pen, rubbed his chin with one hand, and looked at Wen Wan again, erasing all previous prejudices and trying to find something on the little girl's face.

 But in the end, nothing was gained.

 She still looked calm but a little innocent.

You might say she is cold-blooded, but her eyes reveal a pure and innocent light, which makes people feel pity involuntarily. No one can associate her with the murderer.

 Her heart seemed to be wrapped in a thick cocoon, making it impossible to understand.

 …

 Ten minutes later, the interrogation ended.

 Zhang Ling turned off the video equipment, put away the pen and paper, and stood up.

“Ms. Wen, you’d better pray that Ms. Zhang can be rescued successfully, otherwise, you may have to stay in the police station for a while until this case comes to light.”

Wen Wan yawned, "That's good, I can go to school now."

Zhang Ling frowned, but still reminded, "If you need a lawyer, I can help you contact him."

  “No need.”

Wen Wan raised her chin and motioned Zhang Ling to look at her wrist, "Can you help me open this now? My **** hurts from sitting for too long."

 Zhang Ling's expression changed.

He took out a key and walked over to open the lock. However, when he got close to Wen Wan and smelled the fragrance of her hair, he was dazzled for a moment.

"Thanks!"

 The girl's smiling voice hit his ears, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

Zhang Ling's body was a little tense, and his Adam's apple was tightening, "You're welcome."

He responded, but his eyes averted.

 Then, he left in a hurry.

Wen Wan looked at his hurried back and turned her wrist, a dark light flashing in her eyes.

 …

 Jingcheng Hotel.

 In the huge presidential suite, several men were sitting together leisurely. At a glance, they were all noble young men, and they looked very eye-catching.

Zhou Yishen was leaning on the sofa, hanging his head and playing with his mobile phone. He yawned from time to time and looked sleepy.

Ye Xiuyuan and Gu Chenglian, who were sitting next to him, were playing mahjong on their mobile phones with great interest.

Gu Chengfeng sat upright in the bamboo chair, with his legs crossed, flipping through the magazine with his slender fingers, and occasionally casting glances at Si Jinghe, who was sitting directly opposite him.

 The man wore a well-tailored expensive suit with a slightly open collar, revealing his **** collarbone.

 He was half-leaning on the sofa, supporting his head with one hand and closing his eyes, as if he was asleep.

 But even when he was sleeping, his whole body exuded a noble aura.

 Such a peaceful atmosphere, but there is an undercurrent that is difficult to detect.

 Suddenly, a phone rang.

Zhou Yishen answered immediately and pressed the speakerphone button—

“Mr. Zhou, I’m sorry, the things you gave us were messed up!”

Zhou Yishen’s eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and his tone was obviously displeased, “What’s going on? Are you trash? You can’t even look down on a woman?!”

 (End of this chapter)