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Chapter 702 Should I be so cruel?

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    In the evening, Xue Yiluo received a call from Zhou Huan. Zhou Huan will come to the city bureau in person tomorrow to see her.

    How can we sign a contract without meeting?

    Of course, this is all for later.

    That night, all members of the criminal police team worked overtime throughout the night.

    The interrogators changed twice, interrogating Pei Qi and Ren Yingying without interruption.

    The rest of the people, of course, continued to look for other evidence, and then responded with a series of things.

    "It is indeed the police's shortcomings to let the murderer go free for ten years. This has to be faced by the entire Internet, and the scalp is numb."

    The next day.

    Su Zhixiao and his party have already got off work, but Captain Luo still has to deal with the leaders, and Lao Zhao and the others have to write a report, so they have to continue to stick to it

    Family home.

    Climb up to the fourth floor and open the door.

    As soon as I pushed it open, I could smell the smell of soy milk and fried dough sticks in the room.

    Stepping in, I saw the man standing at the dining table:

    "Have you got off work? Let's have breakfast first. Aunt Feng got up early to make it."

    No wonder it smells so fragrant, the ones bought outside are not that fragrant.

    "I'll wash my face."

    ¡°Well, let¡¯s wash our hair and take a shower after eating.

    Then, you can catch up on your sleep.

    After a brief wash, I came out. After working overtime all night, I was already hungry.

    The couple sat facing each other. The man was very considerate and did not need Su Zhixiao to do anything. What he should eat and drink was directly handed to his mouth.

    The protest is still ineffective!

    What kind of bad taste is this?

    Why don¡¯t you feed the sloth?

    After almost eating, Su Zhixiao quickly got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower and wash his hair.

    When I came out half an hour later, the dining table had been cleaned up, and someone was sitting on the sofa reading the news.

    He raised his head and glanced:

    "Honey, the city bureau has issued a report. Has the case been solved?"

    ¡°I have to thank you for the evidence you provided.¡±

    "Thank you? Then how is your wife being thanked?"

    Plugging in the hair dryer, before I could start drying my hair, I glanced at the man over there:

    ¡°Don¡¯t try to push yourself too far, it¡¯s your obligation to cooperate with the police investigation!¡±

    So, this wave of blood loss!

    Didn't get anything.

    "Are you so cruel? Officer Su?"

    The woman had already turned on the hair dryer to blow her hair, without paying any attention to it.

    After a while, the man received a call from the Fu Group and had to rush over.

    ¡°Honey, I¡¯m going to the company.¡±

    "Um!"

    In the president's office on the top floor of the Fu Group's headquarters building, Fu Er was sitting on the boss's chair. In front of him were all the senior executives of the Fu Group, all of whom had cold sweat on their foreheads and looked trembling with fear.

    Someone turned his chair and spoke slowly:

    "My brother has only been on a business trip for a few days? Are you going to make such a big deal? Are you planning to pack up and leave?

    Okay, the door is there, not far away!  "

    With every word, the executives present lowered their heads more and more, not daring to take a breath, let alone anything else.

    So, the rumors are true.

    "I would rather offend Fu Da than Fu Er."

    When Fu Da was angry, he became a little colder and his eyes were a little penetrating.

    But when Fu Er is angry, his deterrence is comparable to that of an atomic bomb.

    With a ¡®bang¡¯ sound, the documents on the desk were thrown to the ground:

    ¡°I¡¯ll give you four hours. If you still can¡¯t come up with a decent remediation plan after four hours, all of you will leave!

    ???????????????????????????????????????? If you ever bring such a shameful and rotten plan under my nose again, don't take your hands!  "

    Damn it, you still want to chop off your hands?

    Do you want to be so cruel?

    "The dignified prince of the Fu family, is he a gangster?"  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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