Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Drive your car."

"Oh."

Ah Wan closed her mouth obediently, as quiet as a chicken.

Jiang Zhi's bell rang.

He was too lazy to hold the phone and pressed the hands-free: "Something?"

It was Qiao Nanchu: "A man just came to the police station to surrender and said he was posing as Z."

Jiang Zhi's sleepiness disappeared a little: "Are you all recognized?"

"Well, the Forensic Department did a live evidence collection on him, and he did indeed do the robberies."

He tapped the milk jug in his hand with his fingertips: "Who instructed?"

After arrogantly planting and blaming the blame, he ran back to his head. How could it not be tricky? The murderer of this crime was just a springboard for taking people's money to eliminate disasters, and he was still hiding behind the scenes.

Qiao Nanchu and Jiang Zhi thought together: "They refused to confess, saying that it was for the money, because they were afraid that the police would find it on their heads, so they named the professional runner Z, but I checked that guy's bottom. He used to It's an employee of Luo's." Qiao Nanchu thought, "It should be because Zhou Qing let it happen that Luo Qinghe hated Z."

Jiang Zhi pondered for a moment: "Why did she stop?"

This is suspicious.

Luo Qing and that person were both vengeful and sinister. If they bit someone, they would never let go. They really got the true story of the old man.

Qiao Nanchu was in a good mood, laughed, and scornfully said: "Who knows, maybe it's a stumbling on Z's hands." He dragged his tone and pointedly, "This Z is not easy. ."

On this end, Jiang Zhi was silent.

Qiao Nanchu teased him playfully: "You have dealt with her so many times, except for the taste of milk, nothing else?"

Then-

"Dududududududu..."

Jiang Zhi hung up the phone.

Qiao Nanchu rubbed his chin and laughed. That's not right.

When he arrived on the set, Jiang Zhi found Deputy Director Zhao, looked around, and asked, "Where is Zhou Xufang?"

Ask Miss Zhou when you come.

Assistant Director Zhao couldn't help but have some speculations in his heart, and returned to the director's words: "She is not on the set."

Jiang Zhi's brows frowned, and there was smoke in his peach blossom eyes, beautiful but aggressive.

"Call her."

It's the tone of command.

Assistant Director Zhao was a little embarrassed, and he stopped talking before saying, "But today there is no group acting..."

Jiang Zhi squinted his eyes, his brows were arrogant, and his exquisiteness was compelling: "Isn't there any increase?"

It's not easy for the girl to be with the big director this week.

Assistant Director Zhao is very witty: "I'll add it." After finishing speaking, he took out his cell phone and was about to contact the group leader.

Jiang Zhi stopped him: "Forget it."

Deputy Director Zhao said ‘Uh’.

Why forget it again? How capricious.

In that room, the great director lay in a recliner, closed his eyes for a minute, changed three positions, twisted his brows for a while, entangled for several times, and finally took out his cell phone and rubbed the phone key for a long time before dialing. number.

"Hey."

The voice is indifference that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Jiang Zhi coughed with a cough: "It's me."

This is the first time Jiang Zhi called her, and the number he found from the takeaway was so memorable, but it was the first time he called her.

Inexplicably, he was a little cramped.

Zhou Xufang's tone did not fluctuate at all, and he was immovable indifferent: "Who?"

"..."

He didn't save his number!

I can't hear his voice!

Jiang Zhi coughed vigorously and cleared the hoarse voice that had been caused by insomnia all night: "I am Jiang Zhi." The tone was very aggressive, seven points annoyed, three points unwilling.

I heard that it was Jiang Zhi. Zhou Xufang was silent for a few seconds before saying hello to him: "Hello, Jiang Zhi."

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