President Shen Always Top Up Money

The case of Li Mou and Wei Mou was in full swing, and Wu Fei naturally listened. He checked the relevant information on the Internet, and suddenly found one thing-Li and Wei were university classmates. When the case happened, they went to the university classmates.

This is not surprising. Wu Fei is disturbed that according to the information shown on his graduation certificate, he and the two are also classmates of the same level and the same major, but it is not certain whether they are in the same class. When the incident happened, did you ever go to that class meeting again?

He tried to recall his "memory", but every time he tried to recall, the system gave him the feedback that "You are almost forgetting even colleagues who worked together three years ago, let alone haven't been in contact for so many years. University classmates can only remember one or two sporadic, and you do not know their contact information."

Although Wu Fei didn’t graduate very long, he often remembers that people can’t remember their names, or they can’t remember their names, but he still feels that these two students of the same level and the same family died so vigorously. I didn't know anything about it, and I didn't even have any impression of these two people. It was a bit too much.

When Shen Xing returned to dinner at night, Wu Fei simply asked him: "Xing brother, do you remember the two people in the news recently? It was a professional with me, but I couldn't remember it at all."

He handed over the news on his mobile phone, Shen Xing lowered his eyes and glanced lightly, then casually said: "How did this matter be turned out again? Not all cases were closed that year."

Then he said to Wu Fei very naturally: "They are in a class with you, but they should have little contact with you. It is normal that you have no impression of them."

Wu Fei asked tentatively, "The brother, the class meeting where they happened, did I go? I can't remember anything."

Shen Xing raised his eyes and said to him: "You have gone. But you have a poor drink, and you are drunk after drinking too little. I will pick you up and listen to this matter the second time. You were so scared at the time."

Wu Fei looked at Shen Xing and pondered for a moment: "Xing Brother... Why don't I remember all these things."

Shen Xing sighed, raised his hand and gently touched his forehead: "So I will take you to treatment, but you don't want it every time."

"Baby rest assured, memory loss is only one of the complications, and it won't be like this when you recover."

Wu Fei hasn't had time to respond yet. The system prompt has sounded again, proving that he just triggered a clue just now-

"You think of it, because you found that you forgot a lot of things, you agreed to go to the hospital with Shen Xing. But after seeing it for so long, you didn't feel better, so you suspected Shen Shen."

But it seems that this clue does not provide more useful information.

Wu Fei nodded and turned to Shen Xingdao: "...Xingge, do you have any invitations to classmate gatherings in recent years? I don't remember much of the previous events now, I think you will accompany me Going to meet my former classmates may help me recover."

Although his current identity is suspected of having social obstacles and a heavy dependence on his husband, he is very concerned about the loss of his trance memory and is accompanied by Shen Xing. His request should not be considered ooc.

Shen Xing was silent for a while, and then said lightly: "I met a few people during the class meeting before, which was not good, and you were not very happy, so we will not go afterwards."

He reached out his hand, gently touched Wu Fei's face, and smiled a little: "But baby, if you want to see it, just go, I'll accompany you, in case you can remember anything."

"Anyway, we don't have to worry about them now."

Wu Fei nodded, proactively kissed Qian Shenxing's cheek, and then he was hugged and kissed.

While being hugged and leaning in Shen Xing's arms, Wu Fei suddenly thought of something-I don't know what he set up to do God, but since entering the level, Shen Xing didn't seem to have refused his request ...

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The next morning, Dean Shen walked into his office as usual.

His handsome face hung with a consistent, gentle and natural gentle smile. The staff members met along the way greeted him actively, with sincere conviction and respect in his eyes.

Soon after he sat down in the office, there was a knock on the door outside, and then an assistant pushed the door and walked in, holding a thick stack of documents in his hand.

He is a middle-aged male, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, and his figure is slightly blessed, but his clothes are neat and tidy, and his face is ordinary. It is the kind of appearance that is difficult to be found in the pile of people.

When the man walked in, he closed the door, and the solid wood door was locked with a click, blocking all the sound outside.

He walked to Shen Xing’s large desk, took a copy from the file pile, and placed it neatly on the desk. Then he stepped back slightly and lowered his head, said: "This is what you want Check the person."

Shen Xing had no words, his lips twitched in a straight line, his face seemed a little hesitant, and he didn't have the gentle smile when he was just outside. His eyes were dark and slender, his long fingers quickly turned over the document in front of him, and finally he snapped the document closed, leaning his body back on the back of the large black leather chair, his eyes half closed, without words.

The male assistant standing by the table gave him a sneak peek, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, he swallowed a spit, but he didn't dare to move, as if he was afraid of awakening the devil.

"Are you alive?"

The handsome young man on the seat suddenly opened his eyes, with a faint, soft smile on the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the direction of the void in front of his eyes, as if staring at his lover, with a soothing halo in his black eyes.

"Isn't it alive..." he murmured in a low voice, smiling softly, "...Why should I move my blame..."

On the dark solid wood desktop, the closed document reveals the corner of the picture sandwiched between them. The man above smiles brightly, and it is the "game fan" Hook who stopped Wu Fei in the hospital garden.

The male assistant remained speechless and waited until Shen Xing stopped laughing and resumed his expressionless expression before whispering: "The old policeman named Yuan is temporarily discharged from the hospital today."

Shen Xing faintly said, not very interested.

The assistant reported a few more things and saw that Shen Xing had no other instructions before going out again with a thick stack of documents.

He returned to the assistant's office, smiled and nodded with several other colleagues, and naturally took several documents to the office shredder, watching them melt into layers of shredded paper under the swallowing of the machine.