Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

When Dui Hao came out of the interrogation room, he bumped into Zhou Beicheng, who couldn't be stopped by a group of people.

"It's okay, let's go."

Dui Hao waved his hands and the police officers stopped, looked at Zhou Beicheng, and then turned their heads and went to work.

Zhou Beicheng raised his eyes to meet Hao Dui's. Hao Dui looked at his ice-like eyes and pointed to a door on the right rear.

"there."

Before the words finished, Zhou Beicheng had already walked over quickly and opened the door.

The small room was somewhat dim. Meng Yutang was sitting in front of the table with his legs crossed, one elbow resting on the table to support his chin, and the other hand was holding a mobile phone to the two police officers opposite. in the video.

The girl's screams kept coming from the phone, and the two policemen couldn't help frowning, but Meng Yutang was indifferent as if he couldn't perceive anything.

The door was suddenly opened, and the three of them looked up together.

"Sir, you..."

Before he finished speaking, the man walked in quickly, stood in front of Meng Yutang and looked him up and down, then raised his hand to pull him up and looked at him again, before giving up.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that with Meng Yutang's strength, almost no one could do anything to her, but he was just worried.

The two police officers over there were dumbfounded, and before they had time to say anything, they saw Dui Hao standing at the door.

"Captain Hao, this..."

Hao Dui nodded and looked at them and said, "It's almost the same."

The two people over there looked at each other and nodded: "Almost."

Hao Dui then set his eyes on Meng Yutang: "Miss Meng, you can go."

Before Meng Yutang could react, Zhou Beicheng dragged her away, as if some kind of scourge in this place would swallow her alive in the next moment.

After stepping out, the corridor outside became much brighter.

"Miss Meng, if you may come back to me about the case, is it convenient to leave a contact information?"

Hao Dui stopped him, took out his mobile phone and handed it to Meng Yutang.

Zhou Beicheng looked at his phone and raised his eyes to stare at Dui Hao.

Hao Dui only felt as if he was in an ice cellar and his whole body was cold.

Before Meng Yutang, Zhou Beicheng stretched out his hand and pinched the corner of the phone.

"It's the same as keeping me."

Hao Dui looked at him with a smile on his lips: "Mr. Zhou knew about the case? Or is Mr. Zhou a participant in the case?"

As soon as Zhou Beicheng was about to say something, he stretched out his hands and took the mobile phone from the hands of the two people, and then silently entered his number directly.

Then he handed it back to Dui Hao.

Hao Dui took the phone and put it in his pocket, then turned and left.

Zhou Beicheng: "..."

Only then did Meng Yutang look up at him: "Why are you here?"

Can he stop running away every time something happens to him?

Zhou Beicheng looked down at her, holding his breath just now.

Now that she was asked such a question, her complexion became even worse.

But when she inadvertently turned her head, she saw a red mark on her neck.

"do not move."

He raised his hand to gently press her neck, brushed her long hair away, and leaned over to look, a bloodstain as long as a finger was impressively reflected in his eyes.

"Fighting again."

Zhou Beicheng was a little closer, and his warm breath sprayed on Meng Yutang's neck, making it itchy and hot.

Meng Yutang raised his hand to touch what was going on, but Zhou Beicheng grabbed his hand.

She said silently: "They dirty my hat first."