Quick Transmigration: The villain pretends to be good, and hooks me up as a salted fish female suppo

At this time, his mobile phone on the table kept vibrating.

Therefore, Su Zhizhi had no chance to say it a second time.

After washing the dishes, he took off his gloves and apron, answered the phone, said he had something to do, and left.

"Oh~" Su Zhizhi felt like a little daughter-in-law who was left out in the cold.

It's a bad feeling.

So he grabbed Miao Miao and asked, "Miao Miao, what exactly is your dad thinking?"

"He must not want to take it seriously." Su Zhizhi guessed.

"Never mind him, anyway, I've already made up my mind, let's touch it first and then say yes."

As if for rehearsal, Su Zhizhi spread Meow Meow on the sofa, "Haha, let Mom pet it well."

"Don't resist."

"It's useless to resist."

"Touch your face first, then your stomach..."

Miaomiao spread her limbs, her two big eyes were looking at the ceiling, as if she had sold herself for a lifetime of food and clothing.

--

The murderer of the missing case was arrested.

He is an unemployed middle-aged uncle who got divorced three years ago, so he became interested in women living alone.

All evidence points to him.

"Have a drink? The case that has been tracked for several months is finally settled." Ji Xuan stopped Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu sneered, disdainful, "Is there any?"

Ji Xuan smiled awkwardly, knowing that he couldn't hide it from him, "You also know that the disappearance of a young girl has had a huge impact, and the pressure has been suppressed by the higher-ups. It's hard to find someone who confesses, and everyone is eager to end it as soon as possible."

Everyone knows it well.

This is just a scapegoat, "Let's go!" Ji Xuan dragged Jiang Yu to have a private chat.

It turned out that when the criminal police team was helpless because the real murderer was too cunning, facing the substitute murderer arranged by the murderer, they decided to go with the flow, in order to let the real murderer relax his vigilance.

"This uncle must have some connection with the real murderer, otherwise, how could he be willing to be a substitute for the dead ghost?"

"By the way, how is Zhizhi?" Ji Xuan would talk about Su Zhizhi every time he finished talking about work, and he always seemed very interested in Su Zhizhi.

"However, I really admire her. With so many people chasing and blocking her, she has no intention of admitting defeat."

"It's so distressing." Ji Xuan sighed after taking a sip of wine.

Jiang Yu said coldly, "You drink too much, I won't send you back."

"I know, I'm looking for a substitute driver." Ji Xuan was a little unscrupulous when he was drunk, "Tell me, why does Su Zhizhi only have eyes for you. Actually, I can protect her too. Hiccup..."

"You're drunk." Jiang Yu whispered, he didn't drink a drop, he was very sober.

"I'm not drunk." Ji Xuan quibbled like a child, and then looked at Jiang Yu in a daze. ruthless.

At this point, he had to admit, "You really look amazing."

Jiang Yu snorted coldly, "Are you insulting me?" Compared with his most insignificant appearance.

"That's right, I'm not as good as you in anything." Ji Xuan was very honest, "Your methods are still very powerful."

When Ji Xuan drank unconsciously, when he fell down on the table.

He said this quietly.

In fact, what Ji Xuan didn't know was what Jiang Yu was doing behind the scenes.

He said that none of them could escape.

Those media reporters who aimed at Su Zhizhi obviously came prepared, and there were people who were incited.

Of course, those people should pay for their actions.

Someone lost their job, someone was in financial crisis, someone was sued in court...

None of them are easy.

As for the black hand behind the scenes, Jiang Yu's expression was gloomy.

--

Su Zhizhi was a little bored, so he could only kiss Bo's cat for fun.

Jiang Yu turned on the phone to see how Su Zhizhi was at home.

As a result, she saw all kinds of kissing and touching cats.

He also said provocative words, "Meow, mom will buy you a can, and you can ask mom to touch your stomach again."

"Hot pot, come, let mom kiss you."

"Potato chips, come, let mom touch your paws..."

Taking turns pampering the four cats, none of them were spared.

Then I couldn't help feeling, "With you guys here, what kind of man are you still touching?"

"You say, your father's abdominal muscles are easier to touch, or your belly is easier to touch?"

"I don't know whether to touch it or not?"