Investigation? How? Xu Ningsheng only lightly smiled. There was no trace of a smile on his calm face ??
"Don't worry, I won't." Xu Ningsheng said. Of course he wanted to pursue the matter, but he didn't have the ability to do so. Who was Jin Beisheng? He wasn't his opponent at all.
"It's getting late, I'll go back first. You should rest." Jin Zhuwen let out a deep sigh. These matters were simply too messy, and she was so conflicted that her head hurt.
"Mhm, Wenwen, don't think too much. Just leave it to fate." Xu Ningsheng spoke in a low voice. It was so pleasant to hear that it sounded like the strings of a cello. It was very steady and steady.
Jin Zhuwen rolled his eyes as his mind became distracted. If there was only one word to describe him, it would be Qing Feng and Ji Yue. It was difficult for anyone to not like Xu Ningsheng's clean temperament.
Unknowingly, a silly smile appeared on Jin Zhuwen's face. She thought to herself, I think it's best that I like him.
Famous city garden.
Zhou Man had been tired all day, his face was tired as he laid on the bed. Beside the pillow, there was a white man's shirt neatly folded. That shirt belonged to Jin Beiseng, and now it was her pajamas.
Picking up the shirt that was stained with his fragrance, Zhou Manzhen put the white shirt beside his face and gently pressed it against it, as if he was embracing Jin Beisan. The soft fabric made him relax, and he closed his eyes.
It was the only thing she had taken away from 520 Beach Road, an ordinary shirt, and there were too many shirts in the North Sen closet to count, she thought, and he would not find out that he had stolen his shirt.
"Elder sister, what are you doing?" Yu Ina, who just came out of the bathroom, saw Zhou Manzhen stick her shirt against her face and asked in confusion.
Zhou Manzhen was stu
ed for a moment before he smiled and shook his head, "Nothing much, Nana, I'm going to take a bath first."
"Mm, hurry up and go." Yu Ina walked towards the bed with a smile.
Zhou Manzhen quickly grabbed her shirt, jumped off the bed, and walked into the bathroom with a peaceful heart.
520 Beach Road.
At around 8: 30, Jin Beisen returned home. He was very frustrated, he couldn't calm down and concentrate on his work. He looked at a few documents and felt a headache, he might as well go home early.
Wang Ma took a lot of laundry and brought them to Jin Beisan's room. Seeing that Jin Beisheng's tie didn't loosen, she tiredly laid on the bed, thinking that something was wrong, she hurriedly went up and asked in a kind ma
er, "Boss Jin, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"No, Wang Ma, you should go rest early." Jin Beisheng opened his eyes, and saw Wang Ma take out his clothes and the dress worn by Zhou Manzhen. His eyes seemed to be locked on by something, silent, motionless, deep in thought.
"I'll put these clothes away and go." Wang Ma smiled amiably. This was her job, so she couldn't be lazy.
"No need, let me do it." Jin Beisheng stared at Zhou Manzhen's dress with a sinister look in his eyes, and said in a low voice.
Wang Ma looked at Jin Beisen's expression and immediately understood. She quickly put the pile of clothes on the bed, smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go first."
As soon as Wang Ma left, Jin Beisen picked up Zhou Manzhen's dress, and then, along with his own clothes, he walked into the luxurious cloakroom.
Jin Beisheng's clothes had always been organized by the servants, and it was only Zhou Manzhen who was tidying up after Zhou Manzhen came. Zhou Manzhen was a germaphobic person, and always kept his wardrobe clean. Every time Jin Beiseng opened the door of his wardrobe, a faint smile would appear on the corner of his mouth.
He took out his clothes rack, hung up his shirt and put it inside, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, why did the white shirt beside his light blue shirt disappear? He recognized all the clothes in the closet. Last month, Jin Beiseng had someone buy thirty-two shirts, Jin Beiseng counted, plus he was wearing today, there were only thirty-one shirts in total. There was still one missing, where did he go?
Jin Beiseng's shirts were custom-made by hand, with a price of over a thousand each, some even over ten thousand. Jin Beisan had a very good memory, and the clothes he wore were photographic.
A white shirt was missing from the wardrobe, Jin Beisheng thought for a moment, then walked a few steps forward and opened the closet next door. There were all kinds of ladies' clothing hanging in this closet, Jin Beiseng glanced inside, Zhou Manzhen didn't take a single skirt with him, she didn't take anything, only her own shirt?
At first, Jin Beiseng wasn't sure, but then he immediately took out his phone and flipped through the surveillance camera. On the surveillance screen, Zhou Manzhen had indeed taken his shirt away.
In that case, he would have to retrieve the shirt and return it to its owner.
In fact, Jin Beisheng just wanted to find an excuse to see Zhou Manzhen. He was a man of action, and soon after arriving home, he immediately drove away.
Arriving at the garden of the famous city, Jin Beisheng called Zhou Manzhen, but it was only 9: 30.
Zhou Manzhen was the first to hang up, but she didn't pick up. Seeing Jin Beisen's number, she was a little flustered.
Jin Beisheng immediately made a second call to her. Zhou Manzhen looked at the cell phone in his hand, hesitating whether to pick it up. For some reason, his brain couldn't control itself and decisively pressed the answer button.
After holding his breath for three seconds, Zhou Manzhen expressionlessly said, "Hello."
"I'm below your house right now. What did you take away? Hurry up and take it down and return it to its owner." Jin Beisan's eyes were locked tightly onto Zhou Manzhen's room. The curtain was pulled tightly and he couldn't see anything. However, through the gap in the curtain, he could see the light inside.
Zhou Man's heart skipped a beat. His face was a bit red. With a trembling voice, he said, "What did I take you for?"
"Don't play dumb. Where's my shirt?" Jin Beisen's slender fingers held the steering wheel, and his lips curled up into an evil smile.
"How would I know about your shirt?" Zhou Manzhu didn't know that the room also had surveillance cameras. She tightly held his white shirt, thinking, Jin Beisen has so many shirts, how did he find out that he took one of them?
"I looked at the monitor. Do you want me to send you a picture of the evidence?" Jin Beisan's eyes turned cold as he asked. He knew Zhou Manzhen would not easily admit it.
Zhou Manzhen remained silent for three seconds on the other end of the phone before she said breathlessly, "That shirt of yours was dirty by me. I threw it away."
"Looks like ??" "You are forcing me to go up." Jin Beisheng's ice-cold words were filled with an arrogant threat, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up as he said those words with ill intentions.
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