The next morning, a robbery seemed to have happened in a luxury room of a luxury hotel.
The TV was slanted, the bed sheets were torn into several pieces, the remote control was stepped on, and the sofa was slanted. The room was a mess, and there were traces of Zhao Yu and Miao Ying's 300-round fight last night everywhere.
"Zhao Yu, didn't you say that you were going to study the oil painting murder case?" On the big soft bed, the smooth and muscular Miao Ying lay on Zhao Yu's strong arms and complained,"why didn't you tell me about the case after a whole night of torture?"
"Hehehe ..." Zhao Yu laughed sinisterly, then pulled miss Miao into his arms and said proudly,"a few days ago, when I was fighting the terrorists, I realized a lot of tricks. That's why I wanted to' spar 'with you!"
"Oh? Terrorist?" Miao Ying narrowed her eyes and asked,"so, the terrorists have women too?"