Master of comprehension, her scientific research is too good

Huo Yinteng said, observing Geng Ye's reaction, seeing that he didn't show any surprise, he made a bold guess in his heart.

Continued: "It's not convenient for me to say exactly where it came from. If Young Master Geng has no other clues, you can look in this direction, but it may require the intervention of special departments."

Hearing the words, Geng Ye completely confirmed the speculation in his heart, drank the coffee in his cup, stood up and said: "Thank you, Young Master Huo, for the clues, we will close the case as soon as possible."

Huo Yinteng also stood up and extended his hand to him, "Thank you, we will also investigate by ourselves, hoping to provide useful clues."

Geng Ye raised his eyebrows, shook hands with him, then took his leave and left.

Back in the car, Geng Ye called Han Beiting.

Han Beiting was choosing clothes, and the little girl asked him to eat, and he didn't know what to wear for a while.

After answering Geng Ye's call, he said directly: "I'm at home, I have something to say."

"Which house?" Geng Ye asked. He heard that Han Beiting lived in Phoenix Mansion before, so he was really not sure where to find him.

"Jinlin Yufu." Han Beiting said.

He originally wanted to go to Phoenix Mansion to change clothes, and pick up the little girl by the way, but he thought that Jin Lin Yu Mansion had a lot of clothes, so he came here.

After more than twenty minutes, Geng Ye was shocked when he saw that the bedroom was covered with clothes.

If it wasn't for Han Beiting standing in front of him with his usual cold expression, he would have suspected that someone had been dropped, or that a thief had broken into the house.

"What are you doing?"

"There is a dinner, you help me choose a suit." Han Beiting said, paused before saying, "You look younger." His voice was a little deeper than before.

Hearing this, Geng Ye was not stunned, but horrified.

He reached out his hand to check whether Han Beiting's forehead was hot, but Han Beiting avoided it with a cold face.

With cold eyes, he clearly asked, "What do you mean?"

Geng Ye looked at the closet in Han Beiting's bedroom, which took up two entire walls, and saw that the open closet was densely hung with clothes, and his forehead throbbed with pain.

"Han Beiting, Han Jiuye, do you know that there is a special profession called a costume matcher?"

Han Beiting's eyes flashed, he thought of it immediately, but he didn't have the nerve to shout.

God knows that when he realized that he was embarrassed by this incident, the fearless "Han Jiuye" was frightened by himself for the first time.

When Geng Ye saw Han Beiting like this, he knew that it wasn't that he didn't know, but that he didn't want to.

Rubbing his forehead, he asked, "Who are you eating with?"

There is a vague guess in my heart, but I feel that it is impossible.

Han Beiting said truthfully: "Fang Zhou, the little girl is too young, and I dress too solemnly, which is not suitable."

After hearing this, Geng Ye was astonished as it really was, and also a little bit inconceivably shocked.

His eyes quickly glanced over his pile of clothes, with a helpless expression on his face.

"You don't have unrespectable clothes here..."

When Han Beiting took a look, he finally understood why he was not satisfied with the choices he made.

In this room, there is no clothes that I am satisfied with.

Thinking that there was a separate cloakroom, Han Beiting said to Geng Ye, "Come with me."

Geng Ye followed behind resignedly, thinking of the purpose of coming this time, he said to him: "The young master of the Huo family had a car accident this morning, the case is a bit strange."

Han Beiting stopped and turned to look at him, "Is the case in your hands?"