The Reluctant Bride

The hands were still handcuffed: "Don't do it, if you do, I will call someone. What are you doing, do you get out of it. Do you get out of the way and hear?"

The female police officer was unmoved, no matter what Zuo Panjing said, front and back. waist. Under the armpit, every place is not let go.

Finally, she stood up and released the handcuffs on Zuo Panjing's hands. Without giving her a chance to do other actions, she pressed her firmly on the chair.

With two clicks, Zuo Panjing's hands were handcuffed to the two sides of the chair.

The policewoman gave her another glance and left again.

"Who are you? What are you going to do? You let me go, did you hear that, you let me go. You let me go."

Zuo Panjing screamed desperately. In the small room, besides the chair she was sitting on, there was a small table in front of her, and there were two other chairs behind the table.

Besides, there are no windows.

After calling for a long time, no one paid any attention to him, which made Zuo Panjing very angry. She stood up quickly, but unexpectedly handcuffed her hand to the chair. When she stood like this, the handcuffs pulled. She was so painful that she sat down again.

"Asshole, asshole—" What the **** is going on?

The bag that Zuo Panjing was holding just now is gone, otherwise she can still call for help. She sat in a chair sullenly, thinking about what happened today. The more she thought about it, the more angry she got.

No one has stepped on him yet. The anger in Zuo Panjing's heart began to shout again: "Help, help, the people's police are arresting people. Help. Help. You bastards. You let go. Me, you bastards. If you don't do good with the taxpayer's money, you let me go. Help. Help—"

Zuo Panjing screamed, so that his throat became dumb. Finally the door was opened. She stopped crying and watched.

The lamp above the small room shone at the door, and a tall figure stood there, looking a bit familiar.

Zuo Pan squinted his eyes and looked at the incoming person, his cheeks are clearly defined, like a ghostly carved perfect arc to shock the soul, deep and pitch-black pupils are like stars falling in the sky, shining with dazzling brilliance, faintly It seemed to have a gloomy color, and it was as straight as the nose of an ancient Greek sculpture, and the thin, angular lips were tightened without any emotion.

Looking down, the wide shoulders and narrow hips of the golden ratio are wrapped in a simple white shirt with black trousers underneath. The usual dress is not reduced by half.

by. So handsome, can be regarded as the best personality handsome guy. Zuo Panjing exclaimed in his heart.

Shake your head. So handsome? Zuo Panjing extremely despised herself in her heart. Still in the mood to see a handsome guy?

"Hey. You came just right, who of you arrested me. Let me go. What right do you have to keep me shut? You let me go, have you heard?"

As if he hadn't heard what she said, the man stepped in with his long legs, pulled the chair across the table, and sat down.

Do not wait for Zuo Panjing to speak again. He opened his lips lightly, and his voice was faint: "Let's talk. Where is the goods?"

His voice is a bit familiar. Zuo Panjing searched hard for the memory in his mind, feeling that the voice seemed to have been heard somewhere, and it took a long time to react.

This voice is just the one just now, no wonder it looks a bit familiar from the figure. She nodded, she understood, but the man opposite the master misunderstood the action.

"Where is the goods?" The voice was tense, and the pitch was slightly higher than before.

"What's the place?" Is this man sick? Where is his stuff? Ask her what to do?

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