Two minutes later, the door of the interrogation room opened, and a female policeman in uniform walked in, lowered her head and said something to the policeman in charge of interrogation.

The policeman's face changed suddenly, and he looked at Ye Weiwei in surprise.

Ye Weiwei was a little confused by the police, blinked and tried to speak, "Mr. Police?"

The two policemen stopped talking in a low voice and looked at Ye Weiwei at the same time, "Okay, someone testifies to you, your suspicion is gone. You can go home."

Ye Weiwei was stunned for two seconds when she heard this. Whoever testified to her?

Who is it? Is it that soft and white bun?

When she came to her senses, the handcuffs on Ye Weiwei's wrist were gone. The female policeman took her out of the interrogation room and came to the police station's corridor smoothly.

Ye Weiwei, who was separated from the female policeman, turned around slowly, rubbed her wrists, looked up to the end of the corridor, and there was a man at the bright glass door.

The tall legs were split into the sun, spreading the warm halo on the suit that was cut properly. At first glance, people felt a strange sense of comfort. But when their eyes moved to the handsome face, Ye Weiwei's heart couldn't help but tremble. The flawless facial features, as if they were covered with thick frost. They were cold and arrogant, as if they were the king living alone in the country of ice and snow. Four words stood behind them: Don't be close to anyone!

The man seemed to have noticed her gaze and raised his deep eyes like a sea, and his cold eyes were all fired like bullets.

This kind of gaze is too domineering and aggressive, like a bloodthirsty blade, and it is really chilling to drink every drop of her essence and blood.

Ye Weiwei subconsciously covered half of her face and did not touch that gaze. She moved a small step to the left, trying to pretend to be nothing.

However, the opponent's powerful aura came to her face, as if she was carrying a locking skill, so she couldn't even step.

Ye Weiwei couldn't help but have a cold war and gritted her teeth and forced herself to move. But she was too nervous and did not move in a straight line, but drew an arc and accidentally forced herself to the wall.

The man's brows swayed slightly, as if he was displeased with her reaction, and his slender legs took big steps towards her.

"You saved Xiao Yiran?"

A cold voice swept over with a sense of destruction. Ye Weiwei took a step back and nodded in a daze.

"Say, what kind of repayment do you want?"

The sound was getting closer and closer, and the strings in Ye Weiwei's head were tensed very tightly. She continued to move backward like a robot.

But when she retreated, the man still did not stop. He was approaching her step by step, and he saw that the distance between them was only fifty centimeters.

Ye Weiwei's throat slid and she quickly swallowed. When she was about to breathe out, the man was already standing in front of her, condescending.

She subconsciously took another step back and her back touched the cold wall. Although it was summer, the wall was so cold that it was affected by the other party. She couldn't help but tremble.

Just as I was about to say something, I saw the man holding the wall with one hand and raising his hand towards her little face with the other. In the blink of an eye, the other person's handsome face was close at hand, and the mellow voice as wine repeated the sentence in a sexy and seductive way: "Say, what do you want to repay?"
Chapter completed!