Chapter 167 She was strange when she tried

Hearing Professor Qin’s three words, Wen Ke’s expression became a little cold for a moment, his eyes didn’t show too much, and he changed the subject calmly: "You carry the anti-wolf spray on your body, if you encounter any criminals again Follow it, don’t spray it directly. But the baton cannot be given to you. This does not meet the relevant internal regulations. As you know, many aspects of domestic affairs are very strict, and there are many old and strange regulations.

   "I know, that's enough." Shi Su weighed the two cans of things in his hand, and then glanced at the time: "What time do you go to the police station today, and leave some food before you leave?"

"I really don't see how you look like a juggernaut. You are very sexual. Feeling the little cook." Wen Ke laughed and satirized her. He was about to say no to eat. Suddenly he glanced down, and then again. Looking up at Shisu, he said meaningfully, "Is there anyone else in the family?"

   "...nothing." Shi Su Mingming remembered that she had just put away Jing Jihan's shoes and jacket, as well as the clothes sent by Zhou He.

  Wen Ke looked at Shi Su’s expression and raised his eyebrows: "Man?"

   "…………"

  Wen Ke didn't even look at Shisu's face for too long, only glanced at her, and directly lifted his foot into the door.

As he walked in front of the bedroom doors with closed doors, Wen Ke looked at Shi Su. When he passed by the main bedroom door, Shi Su remained calm and calm, but Wen Ke stopped in front of the door. When he moved, he pointed to the door of the master bedroom and raised his eyebrows at Shi Su.

   deserves to be the criminal investigation elite who came out of the FBI's Criminal Psychology Department.

  Shi Su grinned, raised his hand and moved his mouth with a fist, and said to her with his mouth: admire and admire.

  Wen Ke was going to be on duty in a while. He didn't have time to be poor with her, didn't knock on the door, and didn't do other things. He only watched Shisu for a while before leaving.

  Shisu hurried to see her off: "Really don't stay for dinner?"

  "Stop eating, time is too late."

  "You are busier now than you were in the United States."

  "Fortunately, there are two different ways of busying. One is to work hard, the body and the soul are always on the road, and the other is to be on time at the post and not be late and not be able to take a short run."

  When the two walked to the elevator door, Shi Su's eyes inadvertently glanced in the direction of the wall next to the elevator door.

  While waiting for the elevator, Wen Ke said: "You like that man very much."

  Shisu's eyes paused: "...No, it's just a coincidence that he appeared in my house."

"You are not a temperament that anyone can approach casually, especially in a place that is too private. You can be allowed to enter the room like this, or even rest in your master bedroom, which is enough to show your trust in this person. Also, all of your defensiveness over the years has failed in his body."

  While Wen Ke was talking, Shisu's face was silent for a moment when he looked at him quietly: "Is it because the status and status are mismatched?"

  Shisu tried to struggle, wanting to say that it was because Jing Jihan had lived in her house for a while, and everyone had lived under the same roof for a long time, so she didn't avoid too much.

  What's more, where she lives now is Jing Jihan's.

  She can't let people sleep in cold blood after ruining their stomachs like this.

   But when you think about it, these reasons seem far-fetched.

Especially when facing Wen Ke, Wen Ke’s natural intuition and her very professional psychology, even the most difficult to deal with in the United States, the prisoner who is good at disguising can not hide in front of her, not to mention that although she thinks she is good at acting. Yes, but Shisu is actually not very good at lying.

Shi Su didn't answer anything directly. He only looked at the elevator that was about to reach the 31st floor and said, "My life was almost destroyed because I was under the eaves of Shi's house. In the following years, only the rest of my breath is still alive. And self, you also know what I have been investigating in the past few years. I don’t have the time and energy to consider any issues other than survival. What’s more, I’m not a single free girl, I’ve been there even for so many years. I didn’t even know who the child’s father was when I came."

   "Will he mind?"

"I mind."

  The elevator door opened. Wen Ke couldn’t stay for a long time. He walked into the elevator and took a deep look at Shisu before the door closed. “Don’t try?”

   "If you don't try, you can't try."

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  Shi Su really couldn't afford it.

  I just watched Jing Jihan sitting and lying on her bed, but from time to time looking at the data files and emails in the computer, he was obviously only in such a bedroom, but his aura was calm as if this was his powerful business battlefield, calm and calm.

  This man whose status and status is not equal to her at all, it is strange that she tried.

What's more, she has no experience in love at all. She encountered such a cruel role at the beginning, if one day in the future, Mr. Jing suddenly dropped tens or hundreds of millions in front of her and forced her to leave his grandson. She was afraid that she would Take the money and leave without hesitation.

When I think that the future may face such an overly eroding test of humanity, or when he thinks that one day in the future, Mr. Jing will throw money in front of her, Shi Su is thinking very hard at this moment, for example, how can she take it? Didn't she seem to be an overly realistic woman when the money left? How to interpret the innocence of this kind of bridge segment as if I took the money and left, but I was actually the one who was persecuted?

  Wow, this question is too difficult. It's better not to happen from the beginning.

  The man sitting on the bed suddenly looked away from the computer screen, and turned his eyes to Shisu who had been watching him for a long time.

No matter how well he strategizes, he definitely can't figure it out. At this moment, Su has already memorized a domineering president romance and abuse novel, let alone the plot in Su’s mind at this moment has developed to the point where she is sitting on a mountain of money. There was a glass of Lafite red wine clinked with Shi Mianmian's 82-year-old AD calcium milk. The mother and daughter were crying while drinking each other.

  There was a pleasant beep in the air, and Jing Jihan turned off the computer.

Shi Su returned to his senses in an instant, and quickly took back the eyes that had just drilled a hole in his body, and then remembered his purpose of returning to the master bedroom, and quickly picked up the electronic thermometer and leaned forward: "I'll test it for you again. Take your temperature."

  Jing Jihan had no expression: "It's not burning anymore."

   "You said you wouldn't burn if you didn't burn? Think you are a doctor?"

  Shi Su put the thermometer on his forehead, picked it up and looked at it, 36 degrees eight.

  Is it really not burning anymore?

  She turned her eyes to Jing Jihan for an instant, and the meaning of her eyes was clear: Since he is no longer burning, there is nothing uncomfortable, can he leave?

  Jing Jihan didn't seem to see her too eagerly anticipated sight, leaned against the bedside in kindness, and put his hand on the stomach through the quilt: "Stomachache."

  Shisu: "……"

  (End of this chapter)