Anyone who is familiar with Xiao Jirong knows that when he is angry, his most common expression is to close his eyes and remain expressionless.

No one has ever seen him truly angry, except her.

This makes Mu Siyu very proud.

Sitting on the sofa in the police station, she could even see the prominent veins on his forehead when he was angry.

So she laughed in an unladylike way.

The people in the police station are having a headache. If she had an ordinary status, it would be easier to deal with. At worst, they would reward her with death for the sake of the director of water conservancy, but she happened to be Xiao Jirong's.

The cold-faced Yan Luo Xiao Jirong is not something that just anyone in City R can afford to offend.

Facing the gazes of the people in the police station, Mu Siyu calmly took out a magazine and read it.

The magazine showed Xiao Jirong's charming smile, and the title was, "Jirong Group won the bid for the new construction project of the Water Conservancy Bureau."

Mu Siyu smiled, not knowing how violent this guy would be today.

She is looking forward to it!

From the moment she met him, she had a keen interest in his ice face, and she kept thinking about how to make that face become furious, furious, and then furious.

And she was sure that he would not do anything to her, so she acted unscrupulously again and again.

She sighed and turned over a page in the magazine. On the other page, there was a picture of Xiao Jirong, the president of Jirong Group, and Duan Mingyue, the goddess of the entertainment industry.

A strange light flashed in Mu Siyu's amber eyes, and with a "crash", she tore off the page of the magazine, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.

The last time I cut Duan Mingyue's hair, it didn't seem to threaten this bold woman at all.

Xiao Jirong, how could Xiao Jirong, the Xiao Jirong she admired so much, be something that her little Duan Mingyue could get her hands on?

When Xiao Jirong came to the police station, what he saw was Mu Siyu blowing his beard into the paper basket and staring.

She actually wore a cheongsam today!

Her curvy figure is so charming against the golden cheongsam. Coupled with her blurred eyes and heavy smoky makeup, she looks like a bartender in a bar!

Xiao Jirong clearly felt that the veins on his forehead began to jump involuntarily.

"Mr. Xiao!" The police chief glanced sharply at Xiao Jirong and his group standing at the door. He endured the unhappiness of being woken up in the middle of the night and went forward with a smile on his face, "Mr. Xiao, you are here!"

Following the flattering voice of the police chief, Mu Siyu slowly raised her head. After her amber eyes came into contact with the aloof white figure standing not far away, as if she was alone in the world, she unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth.

She made a face at him mischievously.

The old housekeeper behind Xiao Jirong sighed helplessly, Miss Siyu, couldn't you see that the young master is already on the verge of rage?

Of course Mu Siyu knew that Xiao Jirong was angry, and very angry. This was exactly what she wanted to see.

She stuck out her tongue and continued to lower her head and flip through the magazine as if nothing had happened, but she kept glancing at the man with a sinister look from the corner of her eye.

Xiao Jirong frowned slightly, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was cold and arrogant, "Director, please take a step to speak."

The bald police chief responded hurriedly, and with a smile on his face, he led Xiao Jirong and his group into the office inside.

This is not the first time that Xiao Jirong has come to clean up Mu Siyu's mess. When has he not made a lot of money from Xiao Jirong?

He opened the door for Xiao Jirong flatteringly, and the smile on his face was as bright as the sunshine at noon. That wretched smile seemed to say, money is coming, money is coming!
Chapter completed!