And after Liu Jin arrived, he did a few good cases.

Even... Liu Jin usually wears ordinary clothes, and looks like an ordinary staff member, without the slightest official style.

She didn't expect it...tonight, she saw a Liu Jin who was completely opposite to the day.

Ye Tianxin poked her head out of Li Qingcang's arms and looked at Liu Jin, she said with an innocent and brilliant face, "Mr. Liu, the gray deal between you and the Lin family, I hope you can publicly admit it."

When Liu Jin looked at Ye Tianxin's face, there was an idea in his mind that had nothing to do with the scene.

Why is she... so pretty?

When he said this, he was as innocent as a child.

"Young Master Li, please, let Sufen go, she has been with me too much in her life..."

"What matters to us?"

Ye Tianxin frowned. Isn't this Liu Jin sick?

That Sufen is too bitter, and it is also his own debt?

What made Brother Li let her go?

Didn't he know that if his wife knew that his husband had such a relationship with that Sufen, the first one would kill her.

"Nian Yufeng, I want to see your direct leadership."

Nian Yufeng reported about Liu Jin. When Nian Yufeng's leadership spotted the military vehicle downstairs, he specifically called his boss.

"Little Li."

The man climbed upstairs panting, his eyes went dark when he saw Li Shao.

Didn't he tell the propaganda department repeatedly, must he take good care of Miss Ye?

Why did Li Qingcang, the living king, come here, but no one told him?

"I hope you can take care of Liu Jin's matter. Oh, yes, just a few flies, shouldn't I need to bring a fly swatter from the Imperial Capital?"

"No need."

Li Qingcang nodded, hugged Ye Tianxin, and left quietly.

The man glanced at Nian Yufeng and said, "I still haven't kept up."

Li Zhiwei, who was far away in the imperial capital, knew about Liu Jin's arrest immediately, even she knew it earlier than Mrs. Liu.

Li Zhiwei glanced at the house where he had lived for decades, and his heart was full of disappointment and unwillingness.

Li family.

Lost.

No, perhaps in the eyes of others, the Li family at this time seems to be a complete failure.

But soon, she will make a comeback.

Li Zhiwei returned to the room, she looked at herself in the mirror, stretched out her hand, and gently stroked her face.

She put on a makeup seriously for herself.

After changing his clothes, he stood in front of the mirror and turned around.

For the New Year, she deliberately ironed her hair.

The fingers are also painted in a festive red for the New Year.

Holding a thermos bucket in her hand, she came to Qiao Wang's room.

The divorced Qianwang, as if his soul had been taken away, became especially vulnerable.

Work during the day.

He will rest directly in the lounge of the dean's office at night.

His home, for him at this time, is like a tomb of the living dead.

"Boom boom boom."

Li Zhiwei stood at the door and knocked on the door.

Drunkenly hearing the knock on the door, Qian Wang stood up, and when he opened the door, he was stunned when he saw Li Zhiwei's delicate face.

"How did you come?"

Li Zhiwei walked into the office by mistake and opened the thermos.

Put the dumplings I brought on the coffee table.

"Brother Wang, my dad and I, tomorrow's plane."