Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Chapter 203 My crush loves me so much 3

Having known Jiang Xinlian for only half a day, Chi Mengze had been shocked by her so many times and had been helpless because of her.

He looked at the girl as if the sky was falling, feeling helpless and funny:

"It's just a waste of time. It's just a matter of writing a name. Just write another one."

Jiang Xinlian's crying face immediately smiled when she heard his words: "Is that okay?"

She asked pretendingly, already taking out a new tissue in her hand, looking at him expectantly.

"Waiting for me here," Chi Mengze chuckled, took the eyebrow pencil and opened it, "Waiting for me to say this."

Feeling familiar again, he quickly wrote his name, looked up at her and asked, "What do I call you?"

"call?"

Jiang Xinlian thought for a moment, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling: "Can I call you anything?"

The question was filled with malicious intent.

Chi Mengze raised his eyebrows: "You tell me and I'll see if it suits you."

"Oh fine."

The girl was frustrated for a moment, and her face was tangled again and again: "Then baby Xinxin?"

The man's hand shook, and the fragile refill of the eyebrow pencil almost broke in his hand.

Chi Mengze twitched the corner of his mouth and simply ignored the last two strange words. He moved his wrist slightly and wrote after his name:

To Xin Xin.

Jiang Xinlian stood on tiptoes to take a look, narrowed her eyes happily, and said in a loud voice:

"Thank you, Mr. Officer, you are not only as handsome as you look on TV, but you are also very gentle. I am really happy to meet you today!"

Zhao Chen on the side: Who, who are you calling gentle? !

He looked at Jiang Xinlian in disbelief, and then cast encouraging eyes at Chi Mengze:

Come on, Officer Chi, use half the poisonous tongue you used to treat them, and scold her to wake her up!

But his expectations were disappointed.

Chi Mengze just stretched out his hand to push the girl's face away, his cold face full of helplessness:

"Calm down, please calm down."

"I'm going to frame your signature and hang it on the wall!"

"...Not that much."

*

The police are handling the case and unrelated persons should not stay for a long time.

Jiang Xinlian reluctantly left, turning back three times to leave. The look on her face made Chi Mengze a little funny.

He waved lazily at her, waited until the girl's lively and energetic back disappeared, and took out the cigarette case from his pocket with one hand.

The crime scene was not suitable for smoking, so he casually took out a cigarette and brought it to his mouth, holding it loosely.

He lowered his eyes without saying a word, and his eyebrows looked even more vicious.

Knowing that it was just because of his appearance, Zhao Chen still showed caution when he spoke:

"Officer Chi, what should we do next?"

Chi Mengze glanced at him, and just when Zhao Chen thought he was going to start sarcastic again, he suddenly asked:

"What do you think of her?"

This question was so inconsistent that Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was asking about the girl just now.

"Very lively and lovable," he replied even though he was confused, "He is an enthusiastic and frank child."

Chi Meng was noncommittal and said to himself: "She is very smart and clever, lively but not boring. In short, she has great emotional intelligence."

She knows what to say to make people happy and knows when to stop talking. She knows these things just right.

But her attitude towards the deceased and their families was a bit subtle.

Chi Mengze held the cigarette between his fingers, turned his head and said, "I need a list of Qian Fanren's sponsors."

"Fund list?"

Zhao Chen was puzzled: "What do you want that for? Do you think the murderer is someone who has been funded by Mr. Qian?"

"It's related, but not entirely," Chi Mengze didn't explain much.

The two stood in the corner talking, their lowered voices a little blurry, and they could only vaguely hear their own words.

But just these few words are enough.

Xu Weixi straightened her hair and said softly: "Yanyan, I am also very sad about Uncle Qian. I hope you and Aunt Qian can cheer up."

She smiled gently and softly: "It's time for me to go."

After saying goodbye, she looked at the time, got up and left.

When she arrived at the agreed place, Jiang Xinlian was happily putting the "meaningful" tissue into the photo frame.

She was speechless and blind.

"I didn't know at all that you were Chi Mengze's crush."

"Isn't this a coincidence?" Jiang Xinlian placed the photo frame in a conspicuous place, "I didn't know it before."

Xu Weixi was stunned for a moment, then smiled after realizing: "Then you are really conscientious in your duties. Should I say thank you for being able to hire a helper like you?"

"You're welcome,"

Jiang Xinlian raised a big smile and said, "Although I really want to say this, your thank you is not needed for the time being."

She spread her hands, a little innocently: "I didn't find the fatal evidence you dropped at the scene."

Xu Weixi looked at her for a moment and asked, "So now, what's going on?"

"Two possibilities,"

Jiang Xinlian raised a finger: "One is that it did not fall at the location you said, and both the police and I missed it;

Another possibility is that the police have already obtained it, and you will be arrested when the fingerprints are tested. "

After she finished speaking, the atmosphere turned cold.

Xu Weixi was silent for a moment, then said two words expressionlessly: "Refund the money."

"Ugh," Jiang Xinlian cried, "Don't be like this. There is still room for trouble. I worked very hard to make up for it today."

She said with a sad face: "I can probably know where that thing is now, and I promise to get it back for you."

"I can only trust you."

Xu Weixi's eyes were empty and lifeless: "He deserved his death. I will never pay the price for a beast like him."

She once prayed that the law would punish the sinner, but there was no evidence, and the sinner still lived well and even became a praised philanthropist. How ironic.

Every compliment he received was like a knife cutting her heart.

If the law can't do it, let her do it.