Fu Mohan seemed to be unable to see Lin Jinran's hesitation, and his slender fingers picked up the paper casually and made a gesture to tear it off, "It seems you don't need it anymore."

"No!" Lin Jinran rushed to the marble table in a hurry and reached out to buy it, for fear that Fu Mohan would really tear it.

"I, I'll kiss you." After saying this, her cheeks flushed.

Fu Mohan stopped the movement in his hand, staring at Lin Jinran's red cheeks with a burning look.

"Come here."

It was really about to kiss, Lin Jinran gave up a little. After thinking about the follow-up of the case, he made up his mind with his silver teeth.

However, she was not going to go to Fu Mohan's side.

There was a precedent that she would no longer fall into the pit that Fu Mohan dug again.

Lin Jinran's eyes turned, and he simply stretched out his arms, pulled Fu Mohan's tie through the table, and pulled it in the direction of her.

Fu Mohan frowned lightly, and looked forward with his body. His thin lips curled up a light curve, waiting for Lin Jinran's lips to come.

The cherry lips covered his thin lips, and with a shallow kiss, he wanted to escape.

How could he allow it?

The slender fingers grabbed her collar like lightning, forcing her not to move around, blocking her lips and teeth again.

"Um..." Lin Jinran widened her eyes and lay on the table.

The expectation was different from reality again. He let go of the tie he was holding and pushed towards Fu Mohan. The man pulled her back, causing Lin Jinran to lie on the table with most of his body, and his toes were barely lit on the ground, and he dared not push them any more.

I could only let Fu Mohan sweep her sweet taste until her face turned red and hot, and I let go of her collar.

Lin Jinran dared not hesitate, supported the table with both hands and straightened his body, using the marble main table to distance the two of them.

His wet eyes stared at the man, not caring about the flush on his cheeks, and stretched out his hand toward the man, "Give it to me."

The two pieces of paper were handed to Lin Jinran's hand. She grabbed her hand and couldn't wait to unfold and read it.

The content this time was followed by a record of a male fellow villager of Zhao Mei. The male fellow villager said that he knew that Zhao Mei had some money, so he followed Zhao Mei to eat and drink delicious food. As for how the money came about, Zhao Mei never told them.

They guessed that Zhao Mei made money by being a mistress. Later, Zhao Mei had no money and asked them to pay back the money many times before they left Zhao Mei's.

He continued to work until this time the police found him and asked about Zhao Mei.

As for another fellow villager, the phone could not be reached and the person didn't know where he went.

The male fellow provided the news that the fellow fellow was interested in gambling and told him recently that he wanted to borrow money from Zhao Mei to repay the gambling debt. As for whether he borrowed it, it is unknown.

The police are currently checking for other male fellows who have lost contact, and the only contents of the paper are there.

Frowning his delicate eyebrows, Lin Jinran was a little unwilling to accept it.

The content on this piece of paper does not mention Xu Ronghua and Lin Ruochu at all.

It is not yet certain whether Zhao Mei committed suicide or killed him. She still needs to find a male fellow who is good at gambling to ask if she has seen Zhao Mei.

The paper was placed on the table and pushed it to Fu Mohan, "I've finished reading it and left."

Fu Mohan nodded.

Lin Jinran turned around, walked to the coffee table, lifted the insulation bucket and walked towards the door.

He unscrewed the door handle with one hand, and before he could open it, Fu Mohan's faint voice slowly came from behind, "I'm thinking about thank you next time."

Lin Jinran paused slightly in his hand. Next time?
Chapter completed!