Even if you wear fast female accessories, you should also be brave enough to look bad

Everyone else in the room evacuated in an orderly manner, leaving only Yun Qian, who was sitting leisurely, and Wen Jin, who was holding a gun on his waist.

Wen Jin sat down on the Taishi chair beside him, took off his hat and put it on the table, looking at Yun Qian leisurely.

"Why are you here?" Wen Jin asked calmly.

Yun Qian shrugged, "Obviously, I was invited over for tea."

She then pointed a finger at the closed door, "What are you doing?"

"There is a fugitive who was seen entering here at the end. Let's catch him."

Wen Jin put his elbows on the armrests of the Grand Master's chair, crossed his fingers and relaxed them in front of him, saying that he wanted to interrogate him personally, but now it seemed that he had no intention of interrogating him at all.

Yun Qian stood up and walked closer to Wen Jin step by step on her high heels. When she got closer, she naturally put her hands on Wen Jin's shoulders, then raised her legs to approach him.

The Taishi chair was very spacious, so Yun Qian kneeled on both sides of Wen Jin's thighs with her legs spread apart. This posture made Yun Qian taller than Wen Jin by a head.

This posture is actually very seductive, especially since Yun Qian is wearing a cheongsam. The slits of the cheongsam are stretched into an imaginative arc due to the kneeling posture.

Wen Jin's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes became darker and more unpredictable, and he looked up into Yun's smiling eyes.

The extremely charming woman's voice sounded in Wen Jin's ears: "Young Marshal, don't you want to interrogate me personally?"

Wen Jin felt that not only his ears were itching, but his heart was also itching.

"It's just an excuse." Wen Jin's voice started to sound a little hoarse.

Yun Qian lowered his head and moved closer, gently brushed Wen Jin's neck with his fingertips, and breathed like a blue, "How can that be done? You are the young commander, how can you not do what you say?"

Let alone the trial, Wen Jin was reluctant to even say harsh words to Yun Qian.

Darkness gathered in Wen Jin's eyes, as if some of the young marshal's bestiality would be aroused when reaching a critical point.

Yun Qian continued to act boldly. He moved his fingers down and touched Wen Jin's gun. He gently picked it up with his fingertips, and the buckle opened and made a slight growth. Then he turned his wrist and Yun Qian held the gun in his hand.

"If the young marshal doesn't interrogate me, I will interrogate the young marshal."

The person in front of me really looks like a goblin, the kind with charming eyes and a smile that can make people lose their soul.

After the words fell, the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Wen Jin's heart. Wen Jin's breathing was slightly choked, and then his heart started beating violently.

The accelerating heartbeat seemed to be transmitted to Yun Qian's palm through the gun, and Yun Qian smiled proudly.

This rapid heartbeat is of course not fear, but...heartbeat.

"Snapped--"

Yun Qian simulated a gunshot with her mouth.

"Well, the young commander's heart is beating so fast. Was he hit by me?"

Wen Jin said nothing.

Yun Qian was a little dissatisfied, and pointed the gun into Wen Jin's heart, "I'm interrogating you now, please tell me the truth."

"Don't give me face. The new official is still a firebrand when he takes office. Don't let me douse it."

Wen Jin wrapped one hand around the wrist of Yun Qian's hand holding the gun, took the gun out of her hand with the other hand, and put it aside casually.

The hand around Yun Qian's wrist did not let go. Instead, he suddenly exerted force and pulled the person in front of him.

Yun Qian lost his balance without noticing, and could only use his hand that was not held by Wen Jin to support Wen Jin's shoulder in a hurry to prevent his whole body from being pressed against Wen Jin.

"The new official has three fires when he takes office. Don't worry, I won't extinguish your fire. I'm here to add some fire to you."

After Wen Jin finished speaking hoarsely, the ink in his eyes was so thick that it couldn't be melted away. His free hand touched the back of Yun Qian's neck and pressed him against her.

A cool kiss was placed on the corner of Yun Qian's mouth, then moved to the middle little by little, and her thin lips lightly opened to hold Yun Qian's lower lip.

Yun Qian's eyes, which were still full of charm just now, gradually became watery, and gradually melted into Wen Jin's arms.

The new official did add some fuel to the fire, but he also set fire to the people who added fuel to the fire.

Yun Qian gasped and was let go, but he did not forget to say: "Young Marshal's interrogation method is quite special."

"You won't use it on every woman, right?"

Wen Jin laughed hoarsely, "A unique interrogation method for you."

Yun Qian had been kissed so weak that she sat on Wen Jin's lap, her head resting on Wen Jin's shoulder, and Wen Jin put his hands on Yun Qian's waist.

When Wen Jin and Yun Qian came out of the room, Wen Jin's adjutant came over to report the situation.

"Young Marshal, I have confirmed that no one in the karaoke hall has had contact with the fugitive, and only a few people have seen the fugitive."

"Okay, let's collect the team first."

The adjutant nodded and raised his eyes to notice the unusually red mouth of their young commander.

Strange, was the young commander's mouth so red before he came?

So the adjutant asked innocently and doubtfully: "Young Marshal, are you angry?"

"Ok?"

"Your lips look red, like you're angry."

Wen Jin: "......"

Yun Qian snickered next to him, and then said seriously: "That's right, your young commander suddenly got a little angry. Remember to make him some herbal tea to calm down the anger when you go back."

The adjutant nodded in confusion: "Ah, okay."

Wen Jin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

I thought it was time for this adjutant to rest.

Wen Jin said hello to Yun Qian and left, because there was still something to be busy with later.

Xiao Ying waited for the marshal and the soldiers to leave before approaching Yun Qian and asked in a slightly urgent tone: "The marshal asked you alone? What did he ask you?"

"I didn't ask anything." Yun Qian told the truth.

Xiao Ying obviously didn't believe it: "Young Marshal seems to be very good at using torture to extract confessions. Didn't he use any means to force you to question him?"

In fact, what Xiao Ying wanted to ask more was whether she had told anyone about the conversation she had with Yun Qian before the young marshal arrived.

Yun Qian thought about the deep and charming kiss just now, her face looked strange, and then she felt heartbroken: "Indeed, he used an interrogation method that you may have never seen before to question me."

"It felt very strange. I couldn't resist it at all. In the end, I tried everything."

Xiao Ying's face was tense: "You did everything? But I didn't tell you what information I wanted to find out. What did you say?"

Yun Qian suppressed a smile in her heart, but of course she didn't say anything. Yun Liwu was just kissed and had no chance to say anything.

She patted Xiao Ying on the shoulder: "Don't worry, the young marshal only asked me questions about fugitives. I didn't mention you."

After getting Yun Qian's answer, Xiao Ying's chest heaved up and down, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then returned to her normal smiling expression, "If that's the case, then it's okay."

"I still have something to do, so I won't disturb Miss Yun for now." Xiao Ying left these words and ran away.

If Wen Jin really asked Yun Qian what happened in the box, Yun Qian might not necessarily tell him.

Because she knows a truth.

That is to put a long line to catch big fish.