Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

Chapter 172 Shall we wash together?

Most of the people present at the dinner were encountering this kind of test for the first time and were curious about it.

Only Song Wanqiu's eyes turned red and she sobbed softly.

"Mr. Policeman, can you be lenient? Zhiyi is still so young, and if this matter gets out, her reputation will be ruined."

The policeman said sternly: "The law is the law, and no one is allowed to cross the line."

As soon as these words were spoken, several designers who had just stood next to Lin Zhiyi stepped back, fearing that they would be implicated.

Lin Zhiyi raised her eyes to look at Song Wanqiu and said calmly: "Miss Song, the results haven't come out yet, how can you conclude that there must be something wrong with me? Do you have the ability to predict the future?"

Song Wanqiu froze for a moment, then wiped away her tears: "I just care about you and am afraid that something bad will happen to you. I am meddling in other people's affairs."

Everyone glanced at Lin Zhiyi, and they felt that she was a little ungrateful.

Lin Zhiyi ignored it and looked at the test agent calmly.

At this time, the police stepped forward and took out the testing agent from the cup.

One bar, two bars...

When everyone was shocked, only Song Wanqiu opened his eyes wide with a look of disbelief.

"Impossible! How could it be negative? Absolutely impossible!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned. Negative? Isn't this a parallel bar?

Lin Zhiyi came back to his senses and said in a cold voice: "This is the first time for everyone to see this kind of test kit. They don't even know that a double bar indicates a negative result. Why does Miss Song seem to be very familiar with it?"

Only then did Song Wanqiu realize that she had said the wrong thing.

She pursed her lips and explained quickly: "Our school has done some educational lectures with the police station before, so I know."

"Is that so?" Lin Zhiyi looked at Song Wanqiu and sneered.

She felt something was wrong as soon as she finished the glass of wine Mark handed her.

That feeling immediately made her realize the seriousness of the matter.

Accidental ingestion and active taking are completely different concepts.

Everyone saw her and Mark clinking glasses.

So even if she said it was accidentally ingested, she had no evidence.

At that time, she also thought about destroying the evidence, but her body reaction simply did not allow it, so she took the opportunity to stand up and replaced the cup.

After checking the test strip, the police nodded and asked, "Do you have anyone else?"

Lin Zhiyi raised her eyes and looked at Xue Man.

Xueman reacted very quickly and immediately understood the current situation. He said quickly: "Mark is missing. It seems that he went out and never came back."

As she spoke, she pointed to where Mark was.

The police immediately stepped forward, picked up the wine glass that Mark had drunk from, and started testing it. Soon, the test paper reacted.

Positive.

In terms of reaction speed, this is quite a lot.

"Look for it quickly!"

Several policemen behind him left one after another.

Lin Zhiyi stopped the leading policeman and said, "Please wait a moment. Since someone has reported it, please test the other people's jewelry and give us a written certificate. Most of the people here are well-known jewelry designers. I am worried that this matter will be spread unclearly and affect everyone's participation in the exhibition."

She took the opportunity to explain.

Compared to Song Wanqiu who started backstabbing her colleagues as soon as she entered the room, she seemed calm and considered the overall situation.

Everyone looked at Lin Zhiyi with approval.

The police also left two colleagues to conduct tests, and the results were obvious. Except for Mark, no one had broken the law.

Now that there is evidence, Song Wanqiu can forget about spreading rumors or causing trouble afterwards.

At this time, a policeman ran in.

"The person has been found."

Everyone followed the police to the riverside at the back door.

Mark, who had just been salvaged, was lying on the shore. He was still breathing, but unconscious. His body was covered with wounds made by a scalpel, but none of them had touched the vital parts.

In other words, these hundreds of stab wounds can be considered minor injuries at most.

Another policeman opened the bag next to Mark, and his eyes were shocked when he saw what was inside.

Then, he put on gloves and took out a piece of processed complete human skin. Judging from the shape, it should be human back skin.

Several designers vomited after seeing it.

The leading police officer immediately stopped the crowd and warned them, "Don't spread rumors. The police will ask you to give your statements later."

Upon hearing this, Song Wanqiu could hardly control his facial expression. Veins on his forehead bulged slightly and he stepped back.

But he was still discovered by the police.

"Ms. Song, please stay for a while too."

"Me? Why? I don't know anything..."

Before Song Wanqiu could finish her words, her body hit a wall of flesh.

She turned around and looked at the person who came, her eyes full of grievance: "Third Master, I just wanted to help Zhiyi, who knew that while Zhiyi was talking, I turned into a bad guy."

"I see."

Gong Chen spoke in a low voice with a hint of comfort. He raised his hand and handed the handkerchief to Song Wanqiu, then protected her behind him.

He looked at the police and said coldly, "She has been with me the whole time and doesn't know what happened here. I think it would be better for you to ask the suspect."

After saying that, Gong Chen swept a cold gaze over Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi was startled and raised her eyes quickly. Their eyes met for less than a second, and then Gong Chen lowered his eyes to look at Song Wanqiu who was protecting him.

Song Wanqiu smiled and held Gong Chen's arm, looking very much in love.

Lin Zhiyi turned her back and accepted the police's questioning.

Because there was no evidence, after recording her statement and signing it, she followed Xue Man back to the hotel.

in the crowd.

Uncle Six frowned and asked, "Is that woman the burden of Shi Yan's family?"

Uncle Wu glanced at the photo and said, "The photo that Big Brother sent is of her."

The eldest brother is Mr. Gong.

Uncle Six clicked his tongue twice: "She is indeed beautiful, but Gong Chen doesn't seem to care much. There is no need for us to waste time. If you ask me, Song Wanqiu is the best..."

Uncle Wu put away his phone, glared at him cautiously, and turned away.

……

hotel.

Song Wanqiu followed Gong Chen into the room.

She took off her coat and hung it on the hanger, then walked over to help Gong Chen take off his coat like a considerate wife.

Gong Chen dodged her hand without leaving a trace and stood in front of the bar to pour drinks.

Song Wanqiu's hands froze for a moment, and she said with concern: "Third Master, drink less. I'll make you a cup of tea, and then go to bed early."

She stared at Gong Chen with anticipation.

Gong Chen lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Drink something to help you sleep."

Song Wanqiu stared at the wine and nodded obediently: "Then I'll help you run the bath water."

"Ah."

Gong Chen was drinking with his back to her, his expression unclear.

Song Wanqiu pursed her lips, unable to suppress her joy. Just as she was about to push the door to the bedroom, she heard Gong Chen's voice behind her.

"What did they say to you after I left the box?"

Song Wanqiu's joy faded away in an instant, her hand tightly gripped the door handle, then she turned around and smiled faintly.

"Nothing was said. The two uncles just said sorry to the Gong family. I don't think they wanted this to happen."

"Yeah. Go ahead."

Gong Chen turned the wine glass, his slightly narrowed eyes were deep and unfathomable.

As soon as Song Wanqiu entered the master bedroom, Chen Jin came in from outside and stood in front of Gong Chen.

Gong Chen put down his wine glass and looked Chen Jin up and down.

"Undress."

"Ah?" Chen Jin hugged his chest and said nervously, "Third Master, I sell my art but not my body."

"..."

A moment later, Song Wanqiu, wearing a silk suspender nightgown, gracefully opened the door of the master bedroom, leaned against the door frame and looked at the man with his back to her.

"Shall we take a shower together?"

Chen Jin turned around and spit out a mouthful of red wine: "I still...don't do it."