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Chapter 752 Do I need to sign your name?

However, when the episode of "Call Me Zang Xiaoyu" was almost over, she did not wait for the announcement of the skydiving on the plane. Instead, Qu Xiaojue's slender figure quietly returned to her with a bit of cold air.

around.

However, the bandage originally tied on the big palm with clear joints had faintly oozing out some blood.

Liu Zhenying acted as if nothing had happened. He untied him and re-bandaged him with medicine. His tone was casual: "Has everything been taken care of?"

"kindness."

Just as he was about to chat with her about the details, he glanced at the snacks placed on the small table, and three large bags were empty.

He frowned subconsciously: "These snacks are too nutritious, you should eat less."

Hearing this, Liu Zhenying curled his lips, performed the bandage skillfully, and tied a beautiful bow on it: "I understand, the housekeeper who is in charge of heaven and earth, didn't you ask them to send this here? Why return it?

You think I ate too much."

Is he the housekeeper?

He stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek, and in his low-alcohol voice, he said deliberately: "That's right, after all, I am delicate and weak. Apart from this matter of eating, drinking and shit, I can't care about anything else."

What happened?"

She raised her eyes and glared at him, warning: "That's enough for you. If you're too delicate and weak, be careful and I'll beat you up."

"Well, I'm scared to death. After all, I'm so fragile and I can't beat you."

"Qu Xiaojue."

I can't bear it any more, and there is no need to bear it any longer.

Liu Zhenying stretched out his hand, and a gag talisman was directly pasted on Qu Xiaojue's forehead.

After she finished doing this, she patted the non-existent dust on her hands and hummed softly: "I don't want you to talk so much nonsense anymore."

The yellow talisman floated on his forehead with her breathing, just like the little zombie wearing official uniform in the cartoon, which had a different kind of fun.

Qu Xiaojue didn't pick it off either. He just looked at Liu Zhenying's smiling little face, with his long black hair spread out, and Yan Shimeixing's tenderness. He stretched out his hand to hug her into his arms, with two black eyes.

Putting their heads together, they clicked on the cartoon again, quietly enjoying the brief tenderness.

Due to this accident, the plane stopped at the airport midway. Hou Mingcheng was detained by the police who arrived in advance. Even Liu Zhenying and Qu Xiaojue were summoned for questioning by the police as witnesses.

They were questioned separately.

The door was opened, and Liu Zhenying saw a female police officer walking in, with a heroic appearance and a glass of water in her hand. After seeing her, his eyes lit up: "Ms. Liu, I have been here for your live broadcast for the past two days.

Chai, I’m your fan.”

fan?

This was Liu Zhenying's first time to face fans as a creature. He had always taken a detour in the past.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she tilted her head, and in a soft and innocent voice, she cautiously probed: "Then...do I need to sign your name?"

Hearing this, the policewoman was immediately amused and handed over the pen and paper: "If that's okay, I'd like to thank Miss Liu in advance."

"Oh, you're welcome, my signature isn't worth anything."

Just like that, she obediently and cleverly wrote the three words "Liu Zhenying" on the paper before starting the formal questioning.

The policewoman opened the record book and said in a formulaic manner: "Miss Liu, don't be afraid. We are just asking a few questions routinely. If you know, just say you know. If you don't know, just say you don't know. Just tell the truth."

"good."

"Who discovered the bomb first?"

"I discovered it first and then asked the tall stewardess to look at it."

"Then how did you know there was a bomb in the backpack?"

This question made Liu Zhenying feel a little strange, and he pursed his lips: "I can hear it."

"Hear? What can you hear?"

"The sound of the bomb countdown." She pinched her neck and said confidently, "Can't you hear it?"

The countdown sound is so low, how can any normal person hear it?

However, thinking about Liu Zhenying's unusual operations in the live broadcast, the policewoman felt that it was normal for her to hear it, so she changed the question: "Since Ms. Liu heard it a long time ago, why didn't you tell the crew in advance?"

"Because...I forgot."

Liu Zhenying spread his hands.

To be honest, she wanted to say it at first, but then she saw Qu Xiaojue's injury and just hit him instead.
Chapter completed!
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