My Cold Gentle Husband

Anzhen was a bit embarrassed, but Bai Yanyan said so, she promised it: "Well, remember, after the Ferris Cafe, we are separated!"

Bai Yanyan heard An Zhen’s reply, and her face showed a smile: "An An, you have to be good, hung up."

After the white light is finished, he hangs up directly.

Her eyes are slightly red.

She had just reconciled with Gu Yuzhi, and she was accused of murder.

However, An Zhen is not wrong, it is an accident, and it is because of her accident, she can not let Anzhen go to jail.

Bai Yanyan took a deep breath and turned away from the bathroom. She handed the phone to the butler: "Notify Mr., tell him, I didn't kill, I was detained!"

The butler nodded with confidence.

As long as he is desecrated, Mr. can still be too innocent.

The police looked at him with a deep look.

White lightly stretched out his hands, the handcuffs locked the wrists, and she laughed at the lips.

Unexpectedly, for a lifetime, she also needs to understand the feelings of being a prisoner.

White light on the police car.

When I got to the police station, when I got off the bus, the spotlight flashed.

A large number of reporters flocked.

Although Bai Xiaoyan is a newcomer who has just debuted and has no works, even Oscar-winning Wu Wei has praised her. Now, the case of murder is definitely a big news of the explosion.

Each reporter had an excitement on his face and fluttered toward the white-skinned body. Fortunately, the police stopped in front of the white face and did not squeeze her.

"Miss White, please do you really kill A Nan? Just because A Nan used to be black on the live broadcast for the hype, so you always remember, this time directly killed A Nan?"

"Ms. Bai Yanyan, I learned that A Nan was very miserable after your incident. Is this what you instructed others to do? But when you see A Nan’s misery, you feel that you are still far from reaching you. Revenge is quick, so you killed A Nan directly?"

"Miss White, please, did you really kill Anan for revenge?"

"White Miss Yan"

The reporters' questions came one by one, and the question from the beginning eventually became a positive sentence.

The white face was cold and cold, and her eyes were sharp. Her sly glimpse swept past a group of ducks and called the reporters. The reporters almost involuntarily stopped their mouths.

They seem to feel a sense of oppression, from the young girl who is only twenty years old.

That is obviously a very young and beautiful face, but they all feel the arrogance of the people who belong to the upper class.

At this moment, they seem to have been stunned by her gas field, surprisingly quiet at the same time.

The sunshine in the early autumn was still very strong, and it was sprinkled on the white and light body. Her blue silk was shining in the sun with a beautiful and healthy luster.

She lifted her chin slightly and her tone was calm. She said, "I didn't kill!"

After that, she strode to the police station.

"White Miss Yan"

The reporters turned around like a dream, and wanted to keep up, stopped by the police and shut out outside the police station.

Bai Qingyan was directly brought into the interrogation room. She sat down and rubbed her hands on the desk, sitting opposite two serious policemen.

"Miss White, where are you at six o'clock yesterday afternoon?" one of the police officers asked.

White light face and expressionless, heard the words, looked up at the policeman slightly and said: "I will not speak until my lawyer arrives."

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The police frowned slightly.

However, such people, they did see a lot, but a young girl like Bai Yanyan, who was accused of murder is still so calm, but the first time I saw it.

Such a young girl, when faced with such a problem, should not be scared to panic, crying, or even fainting?

The two policemen looked at each other and one of them helped him to open his hand and said: "Take her down."

"Good!" The other stood up and took the white light and left the interrogation room.

Bai Yanyan was locked into the temporary detention room.

The iron gate was closed heavily and made a sound that was not so good.

At the same time, it also blocks the outside light.

The whole room is about twenty square meters. It is empty and there is no light. There is a window at the height of two meters. There is light from it. The light is not good, but it can still see people.

White lightly leaned against the door and stood on the cold wall, the heart was like water.

She squinted her head, and the long blue silk hangs down, covering her small face, making her look a little more childish in the dim light.

She waited for Gu Yuzhi to save her.

Will he come to save her?

After all, she is the daughter-in-law of Gu Jia, who is a century-old giant, and certainly does not allow her to have a murderer's daughter-in-law.

It doesn't matter if he loves or loves her.

The pale lips of the white face show a smile.

Standing in the other corner of the room are three young girls, about 17 or 18 years old, probably in the middle of high school, in a rebellious period, because the fight is temporarily held here, waiting for the family to bail out.

Two hairs were burnt into curls, one was yellowed, and the eyes were suffocating.

They looked at the white light and looked bad.

"Hey, sister, new one, it seems that I don't know the rules, or let us teach her!"

They are like this in school. See who is not pleasing to the eye, who is not convinced, they will fight, and this is not the first time the three people have entered the game, it is unscrupulous.

"Teach her rules!" said the yellow-haired girl.

"Good!" The two curly girls immediately walked toward the white light.

The white light thoughts are swimming in the gods.

But they wore leather shoes and stepped on the tiled floor, which was particularly loud, pulling back the white and light thoughts.

The two saw white light and looked up, and looked at her sharp eyes, a slight glimpse, and there was some worry in the heart.

The two looked at each other and they were quite straight and walked towards the white light.

At this age, what they care most about is the face, who refuses to recognize it.

"Hey, you, go and give us the boss, go now!" said one of the curls.

White lightly stretched his hand and put the hair on his ear behind his ear, revealing a beautiful ear, wearing a diamond earring on her ear, still very bright in the room where the light is not clear.

"Go to the hoe, and then to show your sincerity, take the earrings from your ear and give them to the boss! Hurry up!" Another curl echoed.

The white lips are hooked with a light smile, and they look at the two.

One of them is a temper tantrum, an impatient swearing: "Hurry up! Are you blind? Go to the boss now, or I will cut you or not?"

Said, she also pulled the sleeves and moved the lower bones.