The Second Thousand Five Hundred and Eighty-Six Chapters of the Counterattack of the Female Supporting Role in the Era 11

The surrounding residents all said that they saw Li's richest man's wife, and then dragged a woman in a dress, entangled, and cursed very badly. He had already suspected that Ruan Yuexi had already left the door of the burning room at that time.

But why was Ruan Yuexi tied inside when the fire started? ? ?

"Miss Ruan, may I ask you a few questions?"

Yan Feipeng walked up, the content was serious.

"go ahead."

Yue Xi raised her eyes and met Yan Feipeng's eyes without fear.

On the contrary, Yan Feipeng was stunned for a moment with such a magnanimous look.

The way this eldest lady looked at herself seemed to have changed, not anymore, just like the kind of admiration and love of a little girl.

In those beautiful pupils that sounded like colored glass, the fiery feelings towards him in the past seemed to have vanished completely, but he forgot that there was only a deep pool of stagnant water, without any waves. .

"Don't you want to ask me a question? Why are you in a daze? Do you also like to be in such a daze when interrogating prisoners?" Yue Xi snorted coldly, her words full of ridicule.

Yan Feipeng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly there was a strange feeling in his heart, but he quickly adjusted his emotional side and spoke expressionlessly.

"I have already inquired about the neighbors. Wang Shufen was pulling a woman in the street, and the dress that the woman was wearing was exactly the same as that of the eldest lady. I guess the eldest lady was already on the street at that time, but why did she later Hours later, when the fire starts, the eldest lady will also be tied up in that room??"

"Yan Feipeng, what do you mean! What do you mean my precious daughter ran back like a fool and tied herself up? Then she guessed that it would catch fire and wanted to burn herself to death??"

Mrs. Ruan became angry all of a sudden, she slapped the table fiercely, stood up and confronted Yan Feipeng with wide eyes.

This stinky boy, don't think that her precious daughter likes him, so she doesn't dare to do anything to him.

Now it's a completely open society, how many boys like her precious daughter?

This stinky boy doesn't know which life he burns incense to gain the favor of his precious daughter.

Now that such a thing has happened, he actually dared to say such a thing. Isn't this obviously bullying Yuexi? ?

Yan Feipeng stood up straight, without any intention of giving in. He ignored Madam Ruan and looked directly at Yue Xi.

"You ask me, who should I ask?" With a backer by her side, Yue Xi's aggrieved eyes filled with tears.

"I went with you, I just heard that the music over there is good, but who would have been kidnapped after listening to the music, how would I know who the woman Wang Shufen was pulling was?"

"Besides, this dress is so beautiful that it has been imitated in many places. This dress is going to rot!!"

Yue Xi got off the bed angrily, holding the flower by the bed and slammed it on the male protagonist's face.

Yan Feipeng took two steps back. The flower did not pick out the thorn. The sharp thorn cut through his face, bringing out a small wound, and thin blood beads were bubbling on the wound.

This pain was nothing to him at all, but it made Wu Shuangshuangke, who was standing on the side, feel bad.

"Feipeng, are you injured? Does it hurt!!"