The thousand-year-old beauty in the coffin (13)_1

The little sweetness of flowing water, the good looks of iron.

Of course, Fu min recognized the officer in front of him as her little Tiantian, who liked to seek death.

Qin Zhi's eyes darkened a little. He put down the pen in his hand and crossed his fingers. His thin lips opened and closed as he spat out a sentence that seemed to be right but was actually wrong.

"It seems like there's no need to register."

Fu Shang didn't quite understand what Qin Zhi meant, but he felt his hair stand on end from this man's gaze. He felt extremely uncomfortable, "???? "

When a person was frustrated, they would think of a way to vent.

Fu Shang's hand unconsciously reached into his coat pocket and took out a box of cigarettes with two fingers. Then, under the cold gaze of the police officer opposite him, he stopped in his tracks.

Fu Shang passed the cigarette over.

"Officer, do you want one?"