Pregnant With the Villain Uncle’s Child

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On the computer screen, the heart rate surged from 75 to 111.

Looking at the peak of the heart rate suddenly appearing on the screen, Section Meng was agitated. As if he had found a life gate, he approached the one-way mirror and pressed the headset to order: "Tell me more about his wife and entice him to speak."

The subordinate in the interrogation room received the instruction and said: "Mo, President Mo, I sent Mrs. Mo to go out yesterday. I feel her condition is not very good. I must be too worried about Mo. So I give a suggestion to Mo, as long as With President Mo's cooperation with us, we can send President Mo back as soon as possible. President Mo, what do you say? "

Mo Yifan rubbed his knuckles, but instead of looking at the interrogator sitting opposite, he landed on the huge one-way mirror behind him, and he could see his leisurely sitting posture.

Chief Meng glanced at the computer screen again, and after a few heart rate peaks on the screen, it slowly stabilized. Chief Meng frowned.

Mo Yifan put one hand on the back of the chair next to her, rested one hand on her knees, thin lips slightly moved: "I think what you said makes sense, but everything I should have said to you After that, you have to ask me to say, then I can only make up things. "

Interrogator: "..."

He had never seen anyone in the interrogation room so openly confess with the interrogator that he was going to make up a mess next.

The interrogator slowed down some stiff muscles on his face: "President Mo, our time is quite ample, we can afford it, but President Mo is different from us citizens. The Moh Group is such a big company Thousands of employees are also widely concerned by the news media. Do n’t hide President Mo, now the news about President Mo has been flying all over the sky. I ’m just thinking about President Mo. In case Mo ’s group is headless, if something goes wrong, Jiao Can the weak Mrs. Mo alone be able to withstand the pressure from all directions? "

Mo Yifan heard him use "delicateness" to describe Tang Xinyu, and he laughed secretly in his heart: You are afraid that you have not seen my wife's means. But that ’s fine, her special aspect is only known to me, and it ’s for me.

Mo Yifan casually withdrew his hand on the back of the chair, and habitually raised his wrist to look at the time. Seeing the empty wrist, I remembered that the watch was stolen by the economic investigation department yesterday.

Mo Yifan rubbed his wrist bones: "How much is it now?"

The interrogator subconsciously just started to speak, and immediately interrupted Meng Meng in the headset: "Can't tell him!" The interrogator immediately recovered and shut his mouth obediently.

Mo Yifan glanced at the interrogator's micro-expression, his fingertips rhythmically on the table, tapped one at a time, attracting the interrogator's eyes to his fingertips.

"Tap-tap-tap"

Just like the second hand on the clock, once, again.

Mo Yifan: "Although my watch is temporarily in your custody, I almost know that there should be five or six hours left from twenty-four hours. In this respect ..."

Mo Yifan stopped his fingertips on the table, folded his hands, and rested on the table. His scorching eyes moved toward the interrogator, and fell on the one-way mirror behind the interrogator. He smiled and said: " In this respect, my time is much more generous than yours, and I can afford it. When the time comes, my delicate wife will pick me up ... "

On the other side of the one-way mirror, Meng Kechang's heart jumped, and a bad hunch emerged, as if Mo Yifan's sight could penetrate the one-way mirror in front of him and lock it directly on himself.

Hearing Mo Yifan's persuasion that he just persuaded him, it was returned to him intact.

Mo Yifan leaned his upper body back on the back of the chair with satisfaction, and all of his eyes were full of winning tickets: "Perhaps, my wife will come to pick me up in advance."

It seems that in order to verify what Mo Yifan said, just one second after his voice fell, the interrogator heard the sound of another room opening the door in his earphones.

When he was thinking about the meaning of Mo Yifan's words, Chief Meng heard the sound of his subordinates rushing in and whispered, "What is panic?"

The voice of the subordinate stumbled: "Chief, they are here ..."

The time is running out, Mo Yifan's affairs have not been resolved, and his subordinates are not helpful. Chief Meng is impatient: "Who is coming? Didn't the people above say that they would arrive at night? Why now ... .. "

The sound of crisp high-heeled shoes echoed in the hallway, quickly from far to near, and in a blink of an eye came to the door. Tang Xinyu, who walked with the wind, turned her heels slightly, standing still, as she fluttered her hair all the way to her shoulders, quiet and supple, as if there was no attack.

Tang Xinyu smiled at Meng Section Chief Zhan Yan: "Section Meng Section, sorry, I'm going to disturb again."

Hearing a serene female voice suddenly plugged in, the interrogator clearly heard Section Chief Meng over the headset breathing, and then Section Meng quickly adjusted, but there was still a slight surprise in the words.

Chief Meng controlled his facial expressions and tried not to divulge the panic hidden in his heart: "I don't know how expensive Mrs. Mo came this time? It stands to reason that the legal 24 hour time limit has not yet arrived. "

Tang Xinyu tilted his head a little, and leaned back slightly.

Lawyer Lin came out from behind Tang Xinyu, stepped in front of Chief Meng, and handed him a document: "Mr. Meng, this is the document that we requested to immediately lift the personal restrictions on President Mo. Please check it out. Which one does it? "

Section Meng quickly glanced at the documents with complete procedures, such as getting a head start. Ten minutes ago, he thought that he had found a breakthrough to capture Mo Yifan, but it was only ten minutes. Chief Meng, who had the initiative, now had to follow the opportunity of seeing the upcoming meritorious service. go.

Chief Meng reluctantly cleared his cough and looked at a pair of "Here I will stare at you. I won't go if you don't go through the procedures quickly", trying to delay some time: "Mrs. Mo, I'm here The notification received does not include this document. Let me talk to you first to see if it is ... "

Tang Xinyu raised his palm towards Chief Meng and motioned him to see Mr. Lin: "Sorry, Chief Meng, I still ask you to communicate with my lawyer about the formalities. I'm going to pick up my husband now."

Professional matters are handled by professional people. This is the principle of Tang Xinyu. All she needs to do is to control the direction and progress of the overall situation and let the situation develop in the direction she expects.

Chief Meng watched Tang Xinyu Shi Shiran turn around and walked to the interrogation room next door. The interrogator had heard the interrogator confirm with himself: "Mr. Meng?"

Lawyer Lin folded his hands in front of him. Peaceful eyes fell on Chief Meng through his glasses. He was clearly not sharp enough and did not aim at the meaning. However, Chief Meng could not help but be cautious and underestimated.

Lawyer Lin's mouth hung with a smile at the business ceremony: "Chief Meng, is there anything else in the document that I don't understand? I can provide the most professional explanation."

Meng Ke's mouth turned down, even if he was unwilling to succeed in his heart, he could only press the earphones at this time and told the interrogator: "Release!"

Mo Yifan saw the unexpected look on the interrogator's face, and was immediately clear. Hearing the sound at the door of the interrogation room, he raised his head and looked over. His eyes were full of tenderness and joy that he didn't even notice. When lit, the first warm orange dawn on the sea level.

Tang Xinyu pushed the door in and saw Mo Yifan standing up from the chair at first glance. His face was still calm, but the shirt's neckline and cuffs were loose, a little more uninhibited. Tang Xinyu turned to the interrogator, his eyes light: "I'll take my husband home."

Not the tone of the inquiry, but the notice.

The interrogator's brain was still a bit confused, but the body had followed Tang Xinyu's words, led Mo Yifan out of the interrogation room, and went to the department to collect the personal belongings.

Mo Yifan took his things back from the plastic box in an orderly manner, and finally put on his watch in front of the interrogator. The exquisite mechanical surface refracts a few wisps of light under the fluorescent lamps of the department.

"Slap--" A platinum strap buckled securely on Mo Yifan's wrist.

Mo Yifan pinched the dial with two fingers, and his fingertips lightly tapped on the surface: "Five hours before the twenty-four hour time limit. I told you that my wife will pick me up in advance."

Interrogator: "..."

Tang Xinyu squinted at Mo Yifan, feeling that he was alive as a kid waiting for his parents to pick them up in the kindergarten, because the parents were very happy to arrive in advance. It seems that Mo Yifan didn't suffer at all from the Municipal Bureau. When thinking of this, Tang Xinyu only felt that he was sleepless last night and was completely blind.

Tang Xinyu nodded farewell to the interrogators, pulling Mo Yifan's sleeves to leave the city council. When I was about to step out of the gate of the Municipal Bureau, there were rapid footsteps behind me.

Tang Xinyu stopped and looked back. Chief Meng hurried out, not knowing whether it was urgent or hot, and thin sweat beads oozed from the forehead of the Mediterranean.

Chief Meng smiled and reached out to Mo Yifan with a smile: "Mr. Mo, thanks to President Mo's help this time, if we have any places that are not well received, please ask Mr. Mo not to go to the heart. In this way, I invite Mr. Mo Mrs. Mo thanked her for having a meal, and hoped that Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo must appreciate their faces. "

Mo Yifan gently gripped with Meng Section Chief, then withdrew his hand and put it back in his pocket, frankly said: "However, I don't want Meng Section Chief to invite me to dinner at the city council."

Chief Meng, who was judged to be the same as yesterday, raised his hand and touched his nose, and smiled pretendingly: "Hehe, President Mo really loves to joke ..."

Tang Xinyu was reluctant to have too much contact with Section Meng Meng. Seeing that Lin Wensen had drove the car over, he said: "We have the kindness of Section Meng Meng's kindness, but we are not suitable for drinking now. Find time later."

Chief Meng sees that invitations are not available, lest Liang Zi of Mo Yifan really got together, and hurried to take a step forward: "What does President Mo mean?"

Mo Yifan looked at Tang Xinyu helplessly and accommodatingly, with a tone that Meng Kechang had never seen before.

"Sorry, I'm scared."

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