After rebirth, the big guy always wants to occupy me

A black heavy-duty cross-country car sped at a constant speed in the driveway. Its six meter long body made it like a beast running in the steel jungle. The surrounding vehicles avoided it carefully. Even many young car owners couldn't help but put their heads out of the window and whistled loudly at the steel beast.

Obviously, for the real car lovers, the charm of this knight 15 is comparable to the peerless beauty.

Tang Chi, who was driving, glanced at Qiao Zhiyu with a smile and said, "why did miss Qiao come with President Qi?"

Qiao Zhiyu was embarrassed and pretended to look calmly out of the window: "nothing, just feel that this car is safe."

"Safe?" Tang Chi chewed these two words between his lips and teeth, inexplicably with a sense of ridicule, "it's really safe."

Qiao Zhiyu: "

In Qi Zhanxing's garage, the knight 15, which is worth about 20 million, is at most of a medium-grade level. As soon as he catches a large number of luxury cars with higher safety, Qiao Zhiyu will specially talk to Qi Zhanxing. The reason for coming is actually very simple.

Not long ago, Qi Zhanxing robbed her from death in this knight 15. This car is special for Qiao Zhiyu.

As long as you see it, Qiao Zhiyu's mind will involuntarily emerge the picture of Qi Zhanxing saving her regardless of safety.

It was not so much the car that gave her a sense of security as the man

Qiao Zhiyu pursed his lips: "Qi Zhanxing seems to seldom go out. Is there any reason?"

Before, she would never ask more, but after the car accident, Qiao Zhiyu vaguely felt that some things had become different.

She didn't know whether the change was good or bad, but she really couldn't help being curious and concerned about Qi Zhanxing.

Thinking of the "maintenance contract" full of overlord terms, Qiao Zhiyu suddenly felt sour and astringent.

Tang Chi's hands on the steering wheel were slightly stiff for a moment, and then relaxed as if nothing had happened.

"There's no special reason. He's just more curtily."

House?

Qiao Zhiyu frowned. Is it true that some people will stay at home and finish all their work at home. They don't have to go out once in ten days and a half months?

"Here we are." the car stopped at the gate of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Tang Chi got off and opened the door for Qiao Zhiyu. "Do you need me to accompany you in?"

"No need." Qiao Zhiyu waved his hand and walked slowly into the hall.

The policeman who waited in advance was secretly relieved when he saw her coming in and greeted her with a little apology.

"I'm sorry, Miss Qiao. It's hard for you to come here."

Qiao Zhiyu shook his head: "you're welcome. I'm the one who caused you trouble. Does song Jiarong still refuse to speak?"

"Yes, she asked to see you, or she wouldn't say anything."

Joe said, "is the evidence I provided not comprehensive enough? What's the difference between her opening or not?"

Is this kind of extortion with conclusive evidence that song Jiarong can deny by refusing to die?

The young policeman was a little embarrassed and said, "she said you voluntarily compensated her for the money because you lost her job."

"What job deserves 15 million compensation?" Qiao Zhiyu said with a cool smile. "Now nurses are so expensive?"

The door of the interrogation room was open, and the haggard song Jiarong suddenly stood up at the sight of Qiao Zhiyu. The iron chair was rattled by her.

"Qiao Zhiyu, you bitch! You deliberately hurt me!" Song Jiarong rushed forward with red eyes, but was stopped by the nearby police, "let go of me! I'm going to tear this bitch!"

Qiao Zhiyu bypassed song Jiarong, pulled away the other chair and sat down. He bent his fingers and knocked on the cold iron table.

"Miss Song, if you act rashly again, I will choose to help anyone sue you. At that time, your crime will be more than blackmail."

Divulging the patient's privacy has caused a huge negative impact. Once song Jiarong loses the lawsuit, he will not only have to go to jail, but also face huge compensation.

"Qiao Zhiyu -" Song Jiarong suddenly froze, clenched her teeth, raised her cheeks on both sides, and burst out blue veins on her face, like a lost dog forced to a dead end, but dare not even show her teeth.

Qiao Zhiyu folded his hands and leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

"Miss Song, looking at the self righteous he Xinya who has been made like this because of you, does she have a special sense of achievement?"

——What about the rich and powerful? Didn't you let me take it out like a dead dog?

——I'll hit you if I want to, and scold you if I want to. Even if I kill you, you deserve it!

——If you hum again, I'll pour the disinfectant directly into your mouth!

Qiao Zhiyu closed his eyes, and the scenes of his previous life when he was living in the hospital bed kept floating in his mind.

For her, song Jiarong is just a villain who takes advantage of others' danger. No matter how shameless and despicable, she can't compare with he family.

But those who were humiliated, grabbed their hair, forced the potion into their mouth, forcibly broke their teeth, and teased and insulted by people as clowns were not forgotten after rebirth.

So she dug a pit for song Jiarong. It was up to the person to choose whether to jump or not. If song Jiarong had a thorough understanding in his life and didn't fall into the pit, Qiao Zhiyu wouldn't continue to chase and fight. If he fell into the pit

She chose all the roads by herself. How can she be blamed?

"When you succeeded in getting the money from me again and again, did you think --" Qiao Zhiyu stood up on the table and leaned down to approach the pale song Jiarong, "what about the heir worth 10 billion? Don't you have to be your ATM?"

"Do you think you're lucky and can eat for a lifetime by recording a few recordings?"

"Are you going to blackmail me endlessly through those recordings?"

Song Jiarong had no blood on her face and was pushed back by Qiao Zhiyu's cold momentum.

"... no, no... I just want some compensation... These are your guesses..."

"If you want to compensate, you can go through legal procedures." Qiao Zhiyu smiled. "I don't need money. If the law decides that I should compensate, I won't let you suffer, but what do you do? Miss Song, you can turn dog shit into gold without pulling a fig leaf."

"I have evidence! You asked me to record! You wanted to kill your father and sister, so you asked me to record. I just did what you told me. Now you're crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!" Song Jiarong shouted angrily.

Qiao Zhiyu rubbed his fingertips carelessly: "Oh? Where's the evidence?"

"The private detective you hired told me all this!" Song Jiarong turned to look at the policeman nearby. "You can ask the private detective to testify to me!"

"You talk about him." Qiao Zhiyu smiled. "It's a coincidence. I happen to have something to give to the police."

She took a USB flash drive out of her bag and handed it to the young policeman next to her.

"Here are the recent capital records of the detective and Miss Song. Every time Miss Song extorts a sum of money from me, she will give 20% to the detective. I think as an accomplice, he should have no right to testify for Miss Song."