"What you think is what I think." Long Zhutian looked at her and said, "I will never let anything happen to Mr. Song that you care about."
Hearing this, Yang Zimei's heart felt warm again.
He cares about the people she cares about!
This love is enough!
At this moment, Long Zhutian's cell phone rang, and he answered, "Well, I'm in City A, where are you?"
"Who is it?" Yang Zimei asked curiously, hearing that his tone of voice was a bit casual.
"Zhuge Yue." Long Zhutian replied.
"I am also in City A. Are you free now? Is it possible to play with you and Zimei?" Zhuge Yue asked on the other side of the phone.
"Meimei's husband has been framed and arrested. We are planning to go to the police station, but we are not free at the moment."
"Oh? Huan Zimei, please listen to the phone." Zhuge Yue said slightly surprised.
"What do you want to do?" Long Zhutian shouted.
"Seduce her!" Zhuge Yue said with a malicious smile.
Long Zhutian's face darkened, "No!"
"Hehe, if you say you don't allow it, then you won't allow it!" Zhuge Yue continued to tease him.
"Get out!" Long Zhutian yelled, and then hung up the phone.
Zhuge Yue, who was holding a mobile phone over there, his ears ringing from the vibration, bared his teeth, shrugged, and cursed in a low voice, "Jealous!"
After saying that, his long phoenix eyes raised slightly, he smiled and clapped his hands again and said, "Interesting, really interesting, I'll go over now and make him jealous!"
He got into his stylish white Maybach, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the police station.
As soon as I arrived at the door of the police station, I saw an elegant man in a blue Tang suit being pushed and pulled in a police car, his movements rough.
He saw clearly that the man was actually Song Xuan, who taught Yang Zimei about antiques!
No wonder Yang Zimei and the others are so anxious.
For Zhuge Yue, who had already found out Yang Zimei's background clearly, he knew Song Xuan's status in Yang Zimei's mind.
He stopped the car and made a phone call.
"Director Chen, right?" His voice sounded arrogant, lazy and indifferent.
"Master Zhuge, hello, hello, I am Chen Wei!" As soon as the police chief Chen Wei saw the caller ID, he immediately woke up, as if seeing the light of Buddha, he nodded and bowed hurriedly.
"I have something I want to inquire about." Zhuge Yue said calmly, "I'm outside the police station now."
"Ah? Just wait, I'll go out quickly to greet you!"
Chen Wei hurriedly arranged his police hats and uniforms, and hurriedly walked out of the door with several police officers. When he saw Zhuge Yue, who was dressed in all white, lazily leaning against the car door and smoking, he hurriedly greeted him: "Mr. Zhuge, please come in and sit down.
sit!"
Zhuge Yue raised her eyelids and glanced sideways at him, then strode in and entered the director's office.
Chen Wei hurriedly made him the best tea.
Zhuge Yue had a mysophobia. Although the tea smelled pretty good, he frowned when he saw the teacup. He didn't even drink a sip of the tea. He asked straight to the point: "I was outside the door just now and saw that you caught one of my
An acquaintance, I wonder what he committed?"
"An acquaintance of yours?"
Chen Wei's face was horrified, "Which one is it? I'll have him released immediately."
"Song Xuan, the owner of Moxuan Antique Shop on Brunei Street." Zhuge Yue said.
"ah?"
When Chen Wei heard this, a look of complex horror, hesitation and embarrassment appeared on his face, and he asked anxiously, "Is he an acquaintance of you? How close are you to each other?"
"To be precise, he is an acquaintance of an acquaintance of mine." Zhuge Yue said.