Why are you messing with the fake daughter? She is spoiled by a rich family!

"Why are you asking this?"

Fu Yanci had no doubt that Allen had been interested in Jiang.

Although this guy is playful and likes to play, he never picks flowers that already have someone else.

Sure enough, Allen continued, "I ran into Zheng Xiao in the club that day. I felt familiar with her at first sight. Then I finally remembered that I had seen her file in the FBI."

Fu Yanci knew Allen, and with his intelligence, it was impossible for him to get things wrong.

Then this thing could be true.

"The Zheng family has always been engaged in legitimate business. Although Zheng Xiao himself is crazy, he is not crazy enough to alarm the FBI. Do you still remember what case the file is about?" Fu Yanci asked.

Zheng Xiao’s life or death has nothing to do with him, but it would be bad if his wife was implicated in the future.

Allen had an almost photographic memory, and his brain worked rapidly, and he quickly came up with the answer.

"Many years ago, there was a gunfight in the Golden Triangle. Because it involved a very important genius criminal, the FBI sent out a task force. The case at the time was very sensational. The entire FBI was almost played around by that high-IQ criminal and was almost wiped out. At the same time, a kidnapping case happened. Unfortunately, the hostage died in the gunfight. His name was Lu Min, and he was Zheng Xiao's boyfriend."

Missed an opportunity to show affection in front of a potential rival.

Allen's tone was helpless: "There is a way. All the evidence was destroyed in the gunfight before the gunfire. There was even an explosion at the time. It was a tragic scene he imagined. You can't arrest people just by relying on the profiler's analysis."

That is indeed the case.

Fu Yanci passed the buck naturally and skillfully: "MOMO taught you how to fold paper, and you are folding a paper crane."

In an instant I understood what Fu Yanci wanted me to do.

Zheng Xiao’s father!

One leg was stretched out, the other was bent, and the hand holding the cigarette was placed under the knee.

Half an hour ago, a yellow-haired girl from China dressed in punk clothes came to the nurses' station. She made the nurses smile with just a few words. She knew she was being taken away and was too talkative.

Therefore, Zheng Qi is still under the surveillance of FBI special agents, but only Zheng Qi himself knows it.

"Duan Chun."

Allen took it, but he choked and started coughing on the first puff. Tears flowed into the corners of his eyes and his whole body hunched over.

"Hahaha……"

Allen continued, "The cause of the gunfight was that the kidnappers shot at the hostages. According to the FBI investigation, the kidnappers attacked Lu Min only after receiving an order, and the person who gave the order was named Zheng Qi."

Allen also minored in psychology, which enabled me, who is already good at communicating with others, to become even closer to others psychologically.

Zheng Qi?

Zheng Xiao and Allen drove towards the suburbs at the same time. When they reached the foot of a mountain where there were people, they continued to step on the accelerator, and the speed flew while I slowed down. He chased after you on the winding mountain road.

When it comes to things like running over a car, there is no need for any verbal provocation.

Before successfully getting the handsome nurse's WeChat, Allen also took the seemingly inconspicuous paper crane under the table when he left.

But Fu Yanci could still feel that Allen was in a very good mood at the moment.

What’s interesting is that both of them had a lollipop in their mouths and reached the top of the mountain almost at the same time.

You hated the feeling when you were racing with me just now. That guy's driving skills were still good, although a little worse than Lu Li's.

When the two left the hospital, Fu Yanci left the folded paper crane at the nurses' station.

"He has no grudge against the Zheng family?" Fu Yanci asked, "Or should we look at Duan Chun?"

The two paused for a moment.

Jiang Zao smiled and pinched my face.

I said it calmly, without any sense of hatred in my voice.

“Allen.”

Fu Yanci was slightly startled.

First, it is necessary. Allen's IQ is too low and it is difficult for him to reveal his flaws.

Duan Chunxing only made one request: "Allen, no matter what he does, it will definitely implicate your wife."

Fu Yanci's first reaction was, isn't Zheng Xiao a lesbian? How can she still have a boyfriend even though she's publicly out?

Two hours ago, a sports car sped out from outside the TV station's ground-floor garage across the overpass.

Allen paused and asked again, "Old Fu, his wife's best friend should know that the person who kidnapped your girlfriend was not your father, right?"

But so what?

Thinking of Lu Li, Zheng Xiao couldn't help but feel angry. He advised you to quit smoking and drinking all day long. How did someone with such a motherly personality grow up to be beaten to death at such a young age?

Sometimes you are behind me, and sometimes I am behind you.

Seventh, there are very few things that I need Allen to deal with.

Allen suddenly changed the subject: "Old Fu, his mind is also like that of a big kid, right?"

Anyone who heard the tone of voice that sounded like he wanted to stir up trouble could understand what Allen was trying to do.

Allen was beating around the bush and told the truth: "Your mentor died in this gunfight. You need to avenge me."

Allen stuffed a lollipop out of his mouth, started the car, locked his eyes on the supercar behind him, and quickly chased after it.

"Don't you have the patience to hook you, big brother? He's really fake." Zheng Xiao is a fool, so he can naturally see that Allen is deliberately approaching you.

Duan Chun threw away the lollipop, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and gave one to Allen.

He tilted his head and glanced at Allen who was still coughing.

I thought that MOMO was finally doing something serious and stopped teaching A-Ci these messy things.

Zheng Xiao blew out smoke rings and laughed, and carefully found a place with less weeds and sat down.

The driver had silver hair that swayed in the wind, revealing his overly bright features.

"Allen, you're not the one who suddenly mentioned this to me." Fu Yanci knew Allen very well.

Fu Yanci had never thought of pretending in front of Allen.

Zheng Xiao thought the man was quite boring, so he walked over to him before getting in the car, stretched out his left hand in a familiar manner, and introduced himself.

When they walked side by side, a glance met and a kind of tacit understanding was reached.

"Since they have so little information, why did the FBI still come to arrest people?" Fu Yanci asked.

Duan Chunxing: "It's fun to pretend with him."

Allen was still willing to give up the topic, and this time his tone was somewhat teasing: "It's no fun to pretend with his wife?"

"Aci, what is he doing?" Jiang Zao only saw Fu Yanci folding a piece of paper.

The makeup on your face is still there, it's Zheng Xiao who just finished a performance.

Driving out of the hospital in a low-key sports car, Allen held the steering wheel with one hand and slowly unfolded the paper crane with the other hand, then took out the tape with a fingerprint printed on it.

That's my bottom line.

"That's called interest. There are too few specific details that can be revealed to that single guy of his. After all, the lethality is too small and I'm afraid he can handle it." After saying that, Fu Yanci hung up the phone unilaterally.

Of course I would mind my own business.

Seven minutes ago, Jiang Zao came back and Rong Shi was there. Fu Yanci felt quite regretful.

I parked the car in a conspicuous place at the intersection, scanned the fingerprints under the tape with my mobile phone, sent it back to the headquarters, and asked my colleagues here to help compare the fingerprints.

Then I continued to wait patiently.