Wearing to 70's: I Want To Escape With Cubs

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Liu Jiaxiong was startled by the sudden sound and raised his head suddenly. When he saw Song Nianning's strange and beautiful face, his brows furrowed, "Who are you?"

He shouted suddenly, with the vigilance of a frightened bird. Cold and cruel.

The little policeman shivered in fright and quickly shrank to the side to reduce his presence.

Song Nianning walked slowly towards the room, with a confident and calm attitude in every step, and a look of nobility from above.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?"

Facing her confident and stern look, Liu Jiaxiong became even more flustered for some reason.

When people face the unknown, they always feel fear subconsciously.

What's more, this woman knows his biggest secret.

The corners of Song Nianning's mouth were slightly curved, with a smile as bright as the wind.

She walked slowly and passed by the large window of the office. The bright afternoon sunlight fell on her, as if the bright light that filled the room instantly enveloped her.

She squinted her eyes slightly, as if her pupils were sore from being stabbed by the bright sunshine, and her narrowed eyes had a mysterious charm.

Liu Jiaxiong suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. The higher the opponent's posture, the more unkind they became.

Song Nianning had a smile on her lips and said with a smile: "Director Liu, please introduce yourself. You may not know me, but you should know my husband Shen Yuchuan."

Liu Jiaxiong was stunned for a moment, and then his tense body relaxed. He narrowed his eyes and said softly: "If you are here to redeem someone, then I'm sorry, the crime your husband committed is too serious and has constituted a criminal case, so he cannot be released on bail."

His cold voice revealed the frost that invaded the bone marrow. .

Those cold eyes fell directly on Song Nianning, seeming to observe her reaction.

Song Nianning seemed to have expected this reaction from him, and the smile on her lips remained unchanged.

A fleeting cold light flashed through her narrowed eyes.

But soon she returned to her smiling appearance, and her crisp heels clicked on the floor.

She slowly came to the desk, looked at the precious Pixiu on the table, gently stroked it, and said: "Director Liu misunderstood, I came to you today, the main purpose is to talk to you about Wu Mei ."

Her delicate red lips bit the word 'Wumei' hard, and as the last word fell, the left corner of her mouth slightly tilted up with a hint of coldness.

She stopped opposite Liu Jiaxiong, half of her delicate face turned slightly in Liu Jiaxiong's direction, her tone was soft, but the meaning of her sentence was hidden.

Liu Jiaxiong looked at this breathtakingly beautiful face up close. Even though he was taller than her, he felt oppressed by being looked down upon.

Liu Jiaxiong suddenly felt like he was being stared at by a piranha. He was obviously panicking, but he took a deep breath and pretended to be calm: "What if, I don't want to talk to you?"

Song Nianning fiddled with the phone line slowly and made a light sound. "I thought Director Liu was able to sit in the position he is in today because he is someone who knows current affairs."

She glanced at the little policeman who was staring blankly at them playing riddles, and chuckled: "Director Liu, what's next for us? Can your subordinate listen to this conversation?"

Her words not only exploited Liu Jiaxiong's weakness, but also directly took the initiative.

Liu Jiaxiong has been the director for more than a year. He is used to being admired by others, but this is the first time he has been stepped on.

But he couldn't care so much at this time, and his cold eyes fell on the little policeman. He said with a gloomy face: "If you don't want to die, don't leak a word of what you see and hear here. You go out first and close the door!"

The little policeman shuddered, quickly lowered his head, and bowed. Sound, close the door and leave.

As soon as the little policeman left, Liu Jiaxiong's sinister gaze suddenly fell on Song Nianning, and he asked in a cold voice: "How did you get the black plum?"

His voice was as cold as frost, and his eyes on Song Nianning seemed to be filled with broken ice and knives. It's heartbreaking.

However, Song Nianning's expression remained unchanged, her beautiful peach blossom eyes slowly landed on the purple clay teapot from the wired phone and enamel tea cup.

Song Nianning was close enough to take a closer look. The side of the teapot facing her was engraved with the word "tea" about the size of her palm, and the other side was engraved with a plum blossom in full bloom. Next to the plum blossom were engraved two sentences in cursive script.

Song Nianning's grandfather in her previous life was a calligraphy enthusiast. Under the influence of the old man, Song Nianning had practiced calligraphy, so she naturally understood the crazy cursive script.

She fixed her gaze and read softly: "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. If I remember correctly, this is a plum blossom poem by Wang Anshi in the Northern Song Dynasty."

Both the Northern Song Dynasty and Wang Anshi demonstrated the preciousness and value of this teapot. , is an antique with extraordinary collection significance, which can fetch tens of millions of dollars in later generations.

However, Liu Jiaxiong was born in a mud-legged family. Obviously, this purple clay pot was not inherited from his family. It could only be obtained through some shady means.

Liu Jiaxiong's heart boiled instantly. With such extraordinary knowledge, it was obvious that this woman was not simple.

Layers of sweat broke out in his heart, but he calmly sneered on his face: "You have good eyesight, but if you want to make a big fuss about this and threaten me to let him go, I'm afraid you are a little immature."

Song Nianning squeaked lightly, her eyes slowly falling. She turned to him and said with a smile: "I came today not to discuss antiques with Director Liu, but to talk to you about Wu Mei and her son." The

dappled sunlight fell on her body, and her pair of twinkling peach blossoms Eyes, there is a touch of charming charm.

Liu Jiaxiong was slightly stunned. He was so frightened just now that he didn't pay attention to her appearance.

At this moment, she was so surprised by her flowery smile that she panicked for a moment.

His eyes slowly slid from Song Nianning's beautiful face to her slender waist, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

He immediately put away his sharp guard, and his restless eyes fell directly on Song Nianning's face.

He suddenly smiled gently and said: "Actually, we don't need to be so hostile. I can let Shen Yuchuan out, but how can I guarantee that after Shen Yuchuan comes out, you can keep your mouth shut and not spread the news about Wu Mei?"

He looked like this . , Song Nianning had seen too much in her previous life, and a sickening feeling of disgust arose in her heart.

A vague coldness flashed in her eyes, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and followed his words and said, "Oh? What good suggestions does Director Liu have?"

Liu Jiaxiong was satisfied with her knowledge of current affairs, and there was a hint of covetousness in his eyes. Youguang smiled ambiguously and said: "What I, Liu Jiaxiong, admire most in my life are beautiful and smart women. Only if we are tied to the same boat can I guarantee that you will not tell my secrets. You are a smart person and I trust you." Understand what I mean."

The smile on Song Nianning's face faded little by little, and her eyes suddenly turned cold.