Am I Unjustly Injustice?
Feng Xi's heart skipped a beat. He raised his guard and opened the door. It was really Xu Qingrou. She was holding a lunch box and looking at him with a smile.
"Boss, are you here to personally rush me to work?”Feng Xi said awkwardly. Without Bai Xiaoxiao's alarm clock, he would often miss work hours, especially after working for half a day yesterday. He was more or less tired.
Xu Qingrou shook her head and showed him the lunch box in her hand. She smiled and said,"How could that be? I'm here to bring you breakfast. You can take a day off.”
"That's good." Feng Xi smiled and nodded. He sat at the dining table and watched Xu Qingrou take out everything from the lunch box. There were meat buns, soy milk, and flatbread.
It looked like an ordinary breakfast, but Feng Xi was very happy. This was his favorite breakfast. If Xu Qingrou hadn't sent it over, he would have gone to buy it later. However, at this time, it was most likely cold.
Xu Qingrou's heart was filled with joy as she watched Feng Xi eat heartily. She had wanted to find an excuse to visit Feng Xi today, but Bai Xiaoxiao said that this guy was still sleeping in, so she immediately thought of this idea.
With Bai Xiaoxiao as a spy, she naturally knew what breakfast they had every day.
Feng Xi finished all the ingredients in no time. He looked satisfied when he realized Xu Qingrou was staring at him with one hand on her cheek.
He suddenly felt a little uneasy and said,"Boss, why don't I go to work?”
"Ah, no need. You should rest well.”Xu Qingrou stood up and swiftly put away the cutlery. She looked around the room and said,"Your room is a mess. Why don't I clean it up for you?”
Feng Xi wanted to refuse, but seeing Xu Qingrou like this, he really couldn't think of any reason to refuse. Helpless, he could only get up quickly and prepare to help.
At this moment, there was another knock on the door.
"Is Bai Xiaoxiao back?" Feng Xi's heart skipped a beat. If this girl knew that Xu Qingrou was alone at home, she would definitely rush back.
However, when he opened the door, he saw a capable policewoman. The unique tight-fitting uniform perfectly outlined her figure. Her wheat-colored skin looked very healthy with her back to the sun, especially her eyes, which were full of vigor.
A beautiful policewoman?
The word flashed across Feng Xi's mind, but the policewoman obviously ignored his thoughts. She sized him up and said,"Feng Xi, is that you?"
"It's me." Feng Xi was still admiring this beautiful policewoman when he heard his name. He subconsciously replied. Then, he felt his hands being pulled up.
[What are you doing? Are you holding hands so soon?]
Feng Xi's dream was half-finished when a pair of handcuffs shattered his dream. Feng Xi was confused. He widened his eyes and looked at the police officer."What is the meaning of this?"
"We suspect that you are related to the murder case in the western suburbs yesterday. Please come with us.”The policewoman's expression remained serious, and her voice carried an indisputable tone.
With a wave of his hand, a few police officers stepped forward to take Feng Xi away. At this moment, he realized that there were at least ten black muzzles pointed at him outside his door. They really treated him as a murderer.
Hearing the sound, Xu Qingrou also rushed out. When she saw this scene, her expression changed drastically. She said,"Officer, what's going on?”
"He is suspected of murder. We will arrest him and bring him back for interrogation.”
"Murder? Kill who?" Xu Qingrou stared at Feng Xi with her eyes wide open. Based on her understanding of Feng Xi, he was very good at fighting, but she would never believe that he killed someone.
The policewoman waved her hand impatiently and said,"It's Qin Zheng who was killed in the western suburbs yesterday. We found his fingerprints on the dagger and there were witnesses who pointed out that he was there.”
"What?"
Not only Xu Qingrou, even Feng Xi was stunned. Even though he had attacked fiercely yesterday, he had been merciful. Even Onionhead, who had lost all his limbs, couldn't have died, let alone Qin Zheng, who had only been kicked by Bai Xiaoxiao for a while.
At most, it would be a minor injury. It would be fine after ten days to half a month of recuperation.
However, the police told him that someone had been killed?[What's going on? Did someone go in and kill them after they left?]
If that was really the case, was it because he resented Qin Zheng, or was it to frame him?
Just as he was thinking about this, the police had already taken him into the police car without any explanation. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, Feng Xi only asked Xu Qingrou to go to the bar and did not continue to pester her.
"You're still a little manly." The policewoman rolled her eyes at Feng Xi. The way Feng Xi looked at her when she opened the door just now made her very unhappy. She felt that she had been offended. She did not expect that he would not ask a woman to help him.
Feng Xi sized up the policewoman and said,""How should I address you?"
"Spring City Police Station, Captain Tang Xiaoxiao. The policewoman took off her hat and looked at him."You have a house and a family. Why would you kill someone? Now, what should a woman do when she had no one to rely on?”
"Captain Tang, I want to give you a suggestion.”Feng Xi smiled slightly. After getting Tang Xiaoxiao's approval, he said with a smile,""Firstly, that is not my wife. Secondly, I did not kill anyone.”
"Thirdly, you were too close to me and your buttons were unbuttoned.”
"Ah, I'm not sure. Pervert." Tang Xiaoxiao listened to Feng Xi seriously and did not expect him to say such a few words. She subconsciously looked down and realized that the buttons had not changed, but because the moment she lowered her head, she revealed a lot of her body.
"I'll beat you to death, you stinky hooligan."
I've been alone for so long, but no one has posted or sent me flowers.
My collection is so small that I really can't hold on any longer.
I just hope that a friend will come and support me. Give me the motivation to continue writing.
At the moment, I'm the one who voted for the flowers, the one who voted for the reviews, and the one who gave the gifts.
Perhaps I'm really not suitable for writing novels.
Kneeling again, collecting, evaluating. As for the reward, I dare not ask for it
If this result persisted for a few more days, I might retire.
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