Chapter 761 (2/2)

Cold frost micro show hands, ”this matter needs to be solved, thoroughly solved, favorite thing is an example, do you want to repeat the old thing?”

”It's none of my business. It's a disaster caused by Jingxi,” he said.

”In the end, it's not you and Lausanne,” Nian Xi frowned. ”The police can't stop Jiang Qifei for several months at most. She reflects on herself in prison. It's good to be honest. If she doesn't, she'll hate you and Lausanne more. You can't kill her. No matter how much she hates it, you have to follow the law. But you can't defend such a person It's OK, but Sangsang, you will have children in the future. You can't send someone to protect them all the time. ”

Annual average Ting light said: ”then send her to the mental hospital, she this kind of person has no medicine to save.”

”The problem is that she is not psychotic, and Leng Shuang Wei is not a fool,” Nian Xi turned her eyes away. ”Although frost micro is blindly narcissistic and self-confident as you are, after all, she is from military origin, so you can't be unreasonable, but you can't forge evidence in disorder. Do you think she is a setup in the armed police force? The cold family's contacts are not much worse than our Nian family.”

Every year, Ting hung his eyes and thought for a while, then he threw his cold eyes in the past, ”who do you think is blind, confident and narcissistic?”

He was speechless in his years.

He knows better than anyone else about this kind of thing.

”On the new year's Eve, Jiang Qifei was sent from the hospital,” the office door knocked, and a colleague came in to remind him that he was sent to the interrogation room. ”

”You go with me,” Nian Xi stood up.

When they came to the door of the interrogation room, they heard Jiang Qifei scolding in it My hands are aching and my throat is dry and smoking. You'd better pour me a glass of water right now. Do you know who I am? I'm the wife of Liao Qiulong, who holds Qifeng holding company. He has plenty of money and can rescue me at any time. ”

”Sorry, aunt Liao, we have already informed your husband, but he said he was out on business and had no time to come,” Nian Xi pushed the door in.

Jiang Qifei's fierce appearance, and then saw the annual thunder behind her suddenly wilted, replaced by a trace of fear, and a trace of hatred.