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Chapter 1245 Li Zhiwei is dead [1]

Moreover, after Liu Jin came, he actually handled several good cases.

Even... Liu Jin usually wears ordinary clothes, looking like an ordinary staff member, without the slightest like a high-ranking official.

She never expected... Tonight, she saw Liu Jin who was completely opposite to the daytime.

Ye Tianxin poked her head out of Li Qingcang's arms and looked at Liu Jin. She said with a naive look on her face, "Mr. Liu, I hope you can publicly admit the gray transaction between you and the Lin family."

Liu Jin looked at Ye Tianxin's face and had an idea in his mind that had nothing to do with the scene.

Why is she so beautiful?

When I say this, I feel innocent like a child.

"Mr. Li, please, let Sufen go. It's too hard for her to follow me in this life..."

"What do you care about us?"

Ye Tianxin frowned. I'm afraid this Liu Jin isn't sick?

That Sufen is too bitter, and it is also a debt he owes himself?

What made Brother Li let her go?

Didn't he know that if his wife knew that her husband had such a relationship with Sufen, she would be the first to kill her?

"Nian Yufeng, I want to meet your direct leader."

Nian Yufeng reported on Liu Jin. When Nian Yufeng's leader found a military vehicle downstairs, he specially called his boss.

"Mr. Li."

The man climbed up the stairs panting and saw Mr. Li, his eyes turned dark.

Didn’t he repeatedly tell the Propaganda Department that he must take good care of Ms. Ye?

Why did Li Qingcang, the living King of Hell, come here and no one told him?

"I hope you can report to the Lord to deal with Liu Jin's affairs. Oh, by the way, just a few flys, I probably won't need to bring a fly swatter from the imperial capital, right?"

"unnecessary."

Li Qingcang nodded, hugged Ye Tianxin and left quietly.

The man glanced at Nian Yufeng and said, "Don't you keep up."

Li Zhiwei, who was far away in the imperial capital, knew about Liu Jin's arrest at the first time, and even she knew about it earlier than Mrs. Liu.

Li Zhiwei took a look at the house that had lived in for decades, and deep down he felt full of loss and reluctance.

Li family.

Failed.

No, perhaps in the eyes of others, the Li family seemed to be in a complete failure at this time.

But soon, she will make a comeback.

Li Zhiwei returned to the room, and she looked at herself in the mirror, stretched out her hand, and gently stroked her face.

She put on makeup seriously.

I changed my clothes and stood in front of the mirror and turned around in a circle.

For the New Year, she deliberately permed her hair.

The fingers were painted in a festive New Year red color.

In her hand, she came to Yingwang's room with a thermal bucket.

The hope of divorce is like someone taking away his soul and becoming particularly fragile.

Work during the day.

He would rest directly in the lounge of the dean's office at night.

His home, to this time, was like a tomb of a living dead.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

Li Zhiwei stood at the door and knocked on the door.

When Hui Wang heard the knock on the door drunk, she stood up. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Li Zhiwei's delicate face and was stunned for a moment.

"Why are you here?"

Li Zhiwei walked into the office by mistake and opened the insulation bucket.

Put the dumplings I brought on the coffee table.
Chapter completed!
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