Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

After hanging up the phone, I received a message from someone on WeChat, which was indeed a recording file.

Pretty fast!

Su Zhixiao looked around, seeing that there was no one else in the corridor, so he turned down the volume and put the phone to his ear.

The recording is actually not long, the whole process only lasts more than ten seconds.

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Ms. Huo, can you tell me why you sent that document to Fu?

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Second Young Master Fu is so smart, how could he not think of it?

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oh?

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Okay, let me just say it.

The famous ladies who wanted to marry into the Fu family in those years were all lined up from the north to the south of the city.

I, Huo Yun, are of course no exception.

After all, your eldest brother is a cold cellar, I'm not interested.

So, you just happened to be my best choice!

I was listening carefully, but when the recording reached here, it disappeared.

Su Zhixiao frowned, and at this moment, someone sent another message.

Wife, can I be cleared of my crime?

cough cough.

Su Zhixiao has always had a hard time letting go of this matter, the kind that always keeps in his heart.

In particular, it was not long ago that I found out that Huo Yun had privately sent such a document to someone back then, plus various rumors in the circle over the years, such as: two sisters of the Huo family are fighting for a man.

I have to say that this recording is very important to Su Zhixiao!

Huo Yun is Su Zhixiao's biological sister, and when the two families got married, Huo Yun was the first choice.

But in the end, someone suddenly changed his mind on the spot and changed people.

Many things have never been mentioned publicly, but it doesn't mean that I don't care at all.

Now, the answer given by Huo Yun himself has never really liked it, but Miss Huo thinks that the identity of her spouse can only be considered worthy of her identity if she is from the Fu family!

Su Zhixiao exhaled slightly, then clicked on the reply box, entered it several times, and deleted it all before sending it.

The only one sent in the end was concise and clear.

--why me?

Actually, this is not the first time Su Zhixiao has asked this question.

I asked several times, but someone didn't answer each time, or just changed the subject.

On the WeChat chat page, the words 'typing' soon appeared.

However, the other side should also be hesitating, and after a while, they finally sent a message.

-Think for yourself!

Um?

Su Zhixiao blinked, if he could think of this, why would he ask so many times? It's not a roundworm in someone's stomach.

At this moment, Bai Yu shouted out from the office:

Sister Su, the data in this report seems to be wrong.

Su Zhixiao could only give up temporarily the plan to continue asking, put the phone in his pocket, and then turned and walked towards the office.

On the other side, a certain person hadn't received a reply from his wife for a long time, probably guessing that he was busy again, so he threw his phone aside, turned on the laptop on the table, and started processing work emails.

the next day.

Early in the morning, Fu Jiyan took his assistant to the shooting site of A's house.

Manager Zhou stayed at the hotel and wanted to send Miss Huo to the pier.

At ten o'clock, Miss Huo finally woke up.

Girls, from waking up to going out, it is impossible not to have two or three hours.

It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Huan had been waiting very anxiously, so he went up and knocked on the door, and Miss Huo opened the door leisurely:

Mr. Zhou?

Miss Huo, it's almost time, we have to go to the pier.

Huo Yun pouted the corner of his mouth:

Got it, now.