Shengshi's eyelashes were very long, and he looked at Su Jiaojiao so seriously at such a close distance, which made Su Jiaojiao's heart beat inexplicably faster, and she gradually became stunned, and her face turned red.
But Shengshi raised his lips, smiled coldly, and then said slowly, "It seems that you are quite thick-skinned. People say you were hit so hard, but your skin is not red or swollen at all."
When the director of the Public Security Bureau heard this, he almost laughed. He quickly took the tea cup and drank the tea to cover up.
Su Jiaojiao could hear the cynicism in Sheng Shi's words, her face darkened and she was a little embarrassed, but she still forced a smile and pushed Sheng Shi and said, "Brother Sheng, you are so annoying! You know how to tease others!"
I want to save face for myself.
However, Shengshi was just like that. When he didn't want to give someone face, he wouldn't think about that person at all. He coldly smiled, smiled softly, and said, "Do you think I'm in a good mood?"
To the point of teasing you?"
Su Jiaojiao's face suddenly turned pale.
Shengshi felt that his ears suddenly became quiet.
Sitting lazily on the sofa, looking natural.
The churning in his stomach gradually became a little more comfortable because the cute voice beside him that made his hair stand on end disappeared.
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"Director, take a look at this. Is there nothing wrong with this?" A policeman sent the documents to the director of the Public Security Bureau.
The director of the Public Security Bureau read it briefly, handed it to Sheng Shi, and said, "Mr. Sheng, you can sign it now, and then leave with Miss Su."
Shengshi nodded slightly.
There was no pen here, so the policeman quickly turned around to get it.
The door of the office was pushed open by two policemen. The policemen walked in without seeming to notice the people in the room and kept talking.
"I have never seen such a woman. She entered the public security bureau and took a confession, but she didn't say a word. She was detained for more than two hours and nothing was recorded. This conviction cannot be finalized!"
"We'll go back later. If she doesn't say anything yet, we'll use some tough tactics!"
The policeman who went to get the pen raised his head, glanced at the two people, and asked: "The woman you are interrogating hasn't relented yet and cooperated with the recording of a confession?"
"No." One of the policemen sighed, shook his head, and said with a troubled face: "You said the name is quite nice, why are people so unreasonable?"
"What's your name?"
"Ye Chuchu."
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Shengshi had just received the pen handed to him and was about to sign when he heard a name that he was particularly familiar with.
Ye Chuchu.
He frowned, paused in his hand movements, raised his head, looked at the policemen he had just talked with, and asked aloud: "Who are you talking about?"
Only then did the policeman realize that there were other people in the room. He immediately restrained his casual remarks, looked at his director politely, and repeated, "Ye Chuchu."
"Mr. Sheng, what's wrong?" The director of the Public Security Bureau looked at Sheng Shi staring at a bag not far away, looking thoughtful, and asked.
Shengshi withdrew his gaze. This name was Gu Lanshan's previous name. Is it the same name?
Shengshi thought for a moment, then asked verbosely: "How did she get into the Public Security Bureau?"