In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

"Brother Ming, if you become rich and powerful, please don't forget me!"

"I didn't expect Sergeant to be this capable, hehehe~"

Miss Fu...actually has a crush on him!

Ming Qiao was startled by the teasing of his colleagues and subordinates, pinching his nose with a laugh. He prided himself on being focused on his career and not interested in love, but the thought of Miss Fu's dazzling, almost radiant face, the kind that could change the world, made his heart ripple like a stone had been dropped.

He cursed himself in his heart for falling in love with her, but he couldn't help but smile.

Miss Fu actually likes him!

How is that possible? But it seems to be true!

Ridiculous, how could he be tempted by someone's sincerity? ! !

"Is there anything wrong with being attracted by beauty?" Facing Fu Ziyi's laughter, Fu Ziyan winked at him calmly.

Fu Ziyi was speechless and choked with emotion.

He had thought Yanyan would play some mischief today after their separation last night, so he prepared himself mentally, but he waited and waited, but nothing happened. Something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary, and Fu Ziyi inquired...

Wow, his sister is really fast!

It hasn't even been twenty-four hours since they parted yesterday, and Yanyan has quickly transformed from being bored and looking for fun with him to "feeling attracted to a policeman and has started pursuing him, and has no time to care about her cousin's ambiguous little interactions."

Fu Ziyi came excitedly after getting the news, and was planning to take advantage of his upper hand to make a few jokes to avenge the "date light bulb" last night. However, Yanyan didn't care at all, and shared with him in high spirits how handsome Mingqiao was with his deep and handsome face and upright and steady temperament, and how handsome he was when he could control two people on the street.

Fu Ziyi: ...I can’t beat you, I have to admit defeat.

"Are you serious this time?"

"Brother, look at what you said, I have never been not serious." Miss Fu believes that she is sincere in every relationship and is not a scumbag who plays with other people's feelings.

Just then, the servant brought two servings of bayberry soup. Fu Ziyan's eyes rolled, and she scooped it up with a spoon and quickly stuffed it into Fu Ziyi's mouth with a grin.

Fu Ziyi raised his eyebrows and watched the spoon falling from the sky being stuffed directly into his mouth. His body shivered from the cold.

Fu Ziyan fell on the sofa, pounding it and laughing.

He smiled helplessly, but felt relieved in his heart. It was all right to talk about it for fun, but if his sister was serious and really wanted to marry Mingqiao in the future, it would be troublesome.

Police work is too busy for him to shoulder the responsibilities of being the husband of the Fu family's only daughter. It would be fine if Yanyan didn't marry, but if she married out of true love, her husband would have to be able to attend charitable events in Hong Kong, Southeast Asia, and even across the strait in mainland China while he was busy traveling, to maintain Yanyan's public image.

As for the job of a police officer, it is obvious that he is unable to attend charity events every now and then.

In a family like theirs, a partner must either provide support or maintain their public image and help stabilize their stock price. Ming Qiao, a young police officer, has no family background to support him, and he can't attend events frequently, so he plays a supporting role.

If they really did want to get married, their busy schedules and frequent separations would likely strain their relationship, and divorce would be a snap. However, given Fu Ziyan's wealth, any divorce would require lawyers and a public relations team to prepare for at least six months to a year in advance, minimizing publicity risks and impacting stock price fluctuations.

Besides, being a police officer carries the risk of sacrifice. Although Yanyan occasionally causes trouble for him, he can't bear to see his sister sad.

Therefore, it is best for Yanyan to do it on a whim this time.

While Ming Qiao was still tossing and turning, ecstatically obsessed with Miss Fu's confession of love, Fu Ziyi had already keenly thought about the candidates for Miss Fu's legal partner and had firmly excluded Ming Qiao.

Mingqiao delivers afternoon tea at work, and delivers midnight snacks when he is on duty at night... After a week of doing so, Mingqiao, who has no experience in love, has become semi-soft.

There was suddenly a pink envelope in the afternoon tea that day.

Ming Qiao was startled, and his hand holding the envelope loosened reflexively. He lowered his eyes and gently stroked the cover, which had no wrinkles to begin with.

The beige letterhead was painted with ink of varying shades, arranged in a well-organized pattern. Its restrained light concealed a vigorous and ethereal quality, its flowing brushstrokes creating a ravine of their own. The content was concise, simply an invitation to Mingqiao to join him at the shooting club tomorrow night.

Ming Qiao's eyes fell on the three flowing words "Fu Ziyan" at the end, and he couldn't help but feel his heart beating fast.

This is Miss Fu’s handwriting, so beautiful.

Noticing the "invitation" hidden under the font, Mingqiao's Adam's apple rolled and he couldn't help but look out the window.

A small, gray-feathered bird rested on a branch, its bean-sized eyes glancing vaguely at Mingqiao. After a gentle breeze, it carefully fluttered its wings before soaring off into the distance.

This is the invitation letter written to him by Miss Fu herself!

Mingqiao placed the letter back into the envelope, meticulously folding it along the original grain, leaving no unnecessary creases. He carefully placed the envelope in his coat pocket, then removed it and placed it in a drawer. A moment later, he opened the drawer again and placed it in a box further inside...

Another little gray-feathered bird landed on the branch, its large eyes staring at the strange movements of the human being in confusion.

The next day, two minutes before leaving get off work, the dedicated Ming Shazhan locked the office door, pursed his lips, and changed his police uniform into a casual suit.

The black shirt is slim-fitting, and you can vaguely see the rise and fall of his full and strong chest muscles. The buttons at the cuffs of the shirt are unbuttoned, revealing his wheat-colored arms.

Fu Ziyan arrived at the police station at the end of the working day. Sitting in the driver's seat, she watched a tall and handsome man with an imposing manner walk out of the police station gate.

The key point is that he was not wearing a police uniform.

Fu Ziyan smiled and rolled down the car window.

Ming Qiao happened to look at Fu Ziyan, his expression was a little stiff for a moment, and his smile was particularly unnatural.

Fu Ziyan tilted her head.

It wasn't a very hot day, but sweat suddenly broke out on Mingqiao's forehead.

Oh no, how did he smile in the mirror?