Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

"you have boyfriend?"

The man's jawline was tense.

Jiang Zijin stared blankly, then subconsciously retorted: "No."

After getting a negative answer, Zhou Zeyu's expression eased a bit, and he glanced at the man at the door, "I don't think it looks like it either."

The voice was particularly yin and yang in Fu Feng's ears.

"Who is he?"

Fu Feng's cold gaze swept over Zhou Zeyu's hand.

He was still holding on to Jiang Zijin's arm, and the neckline of Jiang Zijin's pajamas was opened in a large area, with ambiguous hickey marks and bite marks all over it.

Zhou Zeyu was wearing a police uniform, with a smile on his lips, but a bottomless coldness in his eyes.

"police."

The height of the two is evenly matched, and no one loses in momentum.

Jiang Zijin broke free from Zhou Zeyu's hand, her slender eyebrows furrowed, her bright face flushed sickly, and she fastened the buttons again.

"He's here to investigate the disappearance of a family upstairs."

Jiang Zijin's beautiful almond eyes were still covered with mist, and the tip of her small nose was covered with powder.

Fu Fang put the dishes in his hands on the table, "Have you finished checking?"

When his eyes fell on Jiang Zijin's flushed face and pink neck with faint red marks, his cold lips were drawn into a line.

Zhou Zeyu raised his eyebrows slightly, "Well, it's almost there."

He closed the notebook in his hand, with a half-smile expression on his handsome face.

"No other traces have been found yet."

Fu Fengjunmei's face was cold and hard, "You can go, Jinjin and I will have dinner together later."

He emphasized "together", and the voice rolled between his lips and teeth, revealing the tension that only the two of them could understand.

Fu Feng is not blind, of course he knows that Zhou Zeyu is a policeman.From the officer's first words when he entered, he felt the palpable hostility.

That's not how you should treat a stranger at all.

Fu Feng's mood was even worse, and his attitude was naturally not that good, "Please."

He pointed to the door.

Zhou Zeyu squinted his eyes, yelling '衿衿' affectionately.

Isn't it still not recognized by Jiang Zijin?

Zhou Zeyu raised the corners of his lips mockingly, and he turned a blind eye to help Jiang Zijin straighten the wrinkles on the pajamas.

"You have saved my number in your mobile phone. If you find that the door lock is passive again, you can call me."

He did it on purpose.

Fu Feng secretly clenched his hands hanging under his body, and his bones creaked.

His eyes were like sharp ice blades, wishing to gouge out his hand that touched Jiang Zijin.

Jiang Zijin frowned and avoided Zhou Zeyu, she was still angry.

No one would take off her clothes as soon as she came up, and now they are hypocritically buttoning her clothes.

"If there is anything unusual, I will call the police."

Zhou Zeyu glanced at her and said, "Are you still angry?"

Jiang Zijin pursed her lips and said nothing.

"I apologize to you."

Zhou Zeyu was quite calm, "I'm sorry."

"I shouldn't have picked you up just now—"

Jiang Zijin covered his mouth, "Shut up."

Zhou Zeyu's eyes were full of smiles, Jiang Zijin's hands were very soft, because of her height, she raised her hand before touching his mouth, her breath was filled with the sweet fragrance of her body.

She was extremely ashamed, her almond eyes were shining brightly, beautiful and attractive.

"Don't tell me."

Fu Feng didn't know what charade they were playing, and this feeling of being completely excluded made him even more unhappy.

Zhou Zeyu's voice was muffled, through Jiang Zijin's soft palm, there was still a tingling tremor, "Don't say it."

He even bent over in cooperation.

Jiang Zijin: "..."

Zhou Zeyu was still itching when she put down her hand.

He licked his lips, wondering if it was Zhou Zeyu's illusion that the place Jiang Zijin touched felt different.

"Forgive me?"

He is too familiar.

Jiang Zijin: "..."

Zhou Zeyu stretched out his index finger to press her lips, and lifted his finger up, "Smile."

"You look so pretty when you smile."

As soon as the words were finished, Zhou Zeyu felt a sharp pain in his wrist. Fu Feng grabbed his wrist, his eyes were cold and frightening, his voice was deep and clear, and he was breathing coldly.

"Don't touch her."

Zhou Zeyu's face also turned cold, and he flipped his fingers cleverly, and broke free in one go.

The two of them exerted force on their hands at the same time, under the thin layer of skin on the back of the hand, the light blue veins swelled, and the force was frighteningly strong.

"You are nothing like her."

Fu Feng said coldly, "You are called harassment, I can report you to your superior at any time."

Jiang Zijin frowned and pulled the hands of the two who were struggling, "What are you doing?!"

"If you want to fight, don't fight here."

They were all afraid of hurting Jiang Zijin, so they separated the second she touched her.

Fu Feng was so angry that his eyes were dark.

She almost told him to get out in front of Jiang Zijin.

But Zhou Zeyu was right about one thing, he was indeed not someone like Jiang Zijin.

Nor has the right to let others out.

Jiang Zijin said to Zhou Zeyu, "Go back first..."

Zhou Zeyu flicked his wrist, not wanting to embarrass Jiang Zijin, so he pulled the corner of his mouth.

"It's getting late, so I won't bother you."

It was the first time that Fu Feng lost his composure to a stranger, and said in a cold voice:

"Walk slowly without sending."

After Zhou Zeyu went out, Fu Feng remained silent.

Jiang Zijin was also embarrassed, she glanced at the two bags full of vegetables that Fu Feng bought on the table.

"You bought all the ingredients."

Fu Feng made a 'huh' sound.

Jiang Zijin pinched the plastic bag, her pink knuckles unconsciously sliding on the bag.

"Then I'm going to cook now?"

She can cook a little home-cooked food, and the taste is not bad.

Fu Fang turned his back to her, "Go to the kitchen first, I'll help you later."

Jiang Zijin said "Oh" with a little slow reaction, "It's fine if you don't need help, I'll be fine soon."

Fu Feng turned his head, the broken hair on his forehead was hanging down his eyelashes.

He pursed his lips in silence, a frightening cold light burst into his eyes, and quickly disappeared, his voice was low and soft, with a certain suppressed, cold violence.

"You go first."

Jiang Zijin was taken aback by him, and was stunned.

Fu Feng said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

He lifted his feet and walked towards the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the tap and washed his face.

The cold water quenched a little of the heat in his heart.

Fu Feng took a few deep breaths to calm down the turbulent emotions. He propped his hands on the sink, dripping water from the tips of his wet hair, and dripping water from his face and neck, dripping into his clothes .

His current face was reflected in the mirror, which was a kind of violence that even he was unfamiliar with.

How long has he not been so angry.

In Fu Feng's mind, he kept thinking about the traces on Jiang Zijin's body that he saw just now, which seemed to be more than the ones he saw during the live broadcast yesterday.

The snow-white skin was almost covered with traces of being raped by others.

Was it the policeman who bit him?

The tyranny in his eyes made Fu Fang's hands tremble uncontrollably.

If he had had a knife in his hand at that time, he would have stabbed it hard in the man's stomach long ago.