"Let's talk." Wen Shuning broke the deadlock first.
He looked clean and said nothing.
She got up and sat on the sofa opposite him: "I know you still hate me. It's normal for you to be unwilling. I can give you time. When the child is born, we can live a good life."
This is the result of her thinking for a long time.
He doesn't love her, and he has no trust in each other, and even guards against each other. It doesn't matter, she has a child, and she has got him. She always believes that as long as time is long enough, he will always be hers alone.
Wen Shuning looked at the man on the opposite side who gave her even a stingy look, and the disappointment in his eyes flashed: "It doesn't matter if you don't love me, we each get what we need, you stay with me and the child, and I will give it to you." something you want."
Lin Anzhi didn't even raise his head, and remained silent for a long time.
"Um."
It's a statement.
Wen Shuning's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand.
He backed away immediately.
The smile on her lips froze.
Lin Anzhi got up and took his suit jacket: "You stay at Wen's house to take care of your baby, and I'll go back to the company."
After leaving a word, he turned and left the room.
Wen Shuning clenched his hands tightly until his palms were pinched numb, then he slowly let go, and the turbulent emotions in his eyes calmed down.
It doesn't matter, this life is still long, this man will be hers sooner or later.
"Knock-knock-knock."
The knock on the door was slow and steady.
Wen Shuning sat upright: "Come in."
It was Wen Shihao who walked in, took the anti-fetal medicine over, and asked casually, "Lin Anzhi won't stay overnight?"
This unmarried couple is worse than strangers.
"The company has something to deal with." Wen Shuning obviously didn't want to talk about it, "What's your business?"
Wen Shi was in a hurry to go out, brushed her skirt and sat down, crossed one leg on the other, and put her hands on the hem of the skirt.
Her temperament is not similar to that of her mother Wen Shuhua, but more like Wen Shuning, with a strong personality in her bones.
"I discussed it with my grandfather just now. Auntie, you are inconvenient. The doctor also said that you should not work too hard in the first three months. I will follow up on the project of SJ's. If there is anything I don't understand, I will ask my aunt Please mention more." The tone of her narration was not a tone of discussion.
Wen Shuning is an advanced maternal age, so it is not suitable to be tired, and the project of sj's has basically taken shape. Wen Zhixiao means to let her authorize it, just keep an eye on it. Moreover, Wen Zhixiao also intends to let his granddaughter join the company.
"You can join the company, but," Wen Shuning changed the subject and said calmly, "I plan to hand over that project to An Zhi to follow up. If you are interested, you can contact him directly."
Is this to guard against her
Besides, Lin Anzhi, but there is still Mo Bing in between, how could he be so innocent so quickly.
Wen Shi laughed amusedly: "Do you believe him?"
I don't believe it, but I don't believe you.
Wen Shuning said in a natural tone: "We are all a family, so naturally we have one heart."
Wen Shi laughed and remained silent.
Without continuing this topic, the anti-fetal medicine on the table was cold, Wen Shuning drank it slowly, and said casually: "I have something to ask you."
"Auntie, tell me."
Wen Shuning raised his head and looked at her: "Did you know anything about the Wen family's murder?"
Wen Shihao looked surprised and seemed confused: "Why do you say that?"
You come and go, testing each other.
The whole family also wore face masks.
"Shi Jin tied you up, didn't he?" Wen Shuning asked back, although it was a question, his tone was firm, and he looked at his niece with a slightly scrutinizing gaze, "Is it related to Jiang Jiusheng?"
Another one trickled in this muddy water, and that case back then was indeed a hot topic.
Wen Shihao pushed back her hair by her ear, with an innocent face: "How would I know?" She frowned, with a troubled expression, "Shi Jin is just a lunatic, and I don't know where I provoked him."
Jiang Jiusheng was her last trump card, how could she share it.
Wen Shuning stared at him and said nothing.
Jiangbei, Qin's Hotel.
At six o'clock, the sun was setting, and the color of the afterglow was just right, dyeing the sky outside the house with red clouds.
The two reception colleagues at the front desk of the hotel stood up straight, looking at the door from time to time. The big boss was standing on the glass wall by the door and making a phone call, and the employees who came and went nodded respectfully.
"Liu Shao, the information of the Zhao brothers has been sent to you." Qin Zhong said on the phone.
Wearing a bluetooth headset, Shi Jin held a tablet in his hand, swiped through a few pages, browsed through them in a hurry, and asked, "Where's the Wen family?"
Recently, they have been staring at the Wen family.
What Liu Shao meant was that the Wen family could not stay any longer, the maliciousness was too great, and there would be endless troubles if they kept it.
Qin Zhong went into every detail: "Wen Zhixiao was hospitalized after he came out of the detention center, Wen Shuning was raising a baby at home, she authorized Lin Anzhi for the SJ's project, and only let people watch secretly. In addition, a week ago, Wen Shuning Having been in contact with Zhao Zhixian, they should have noticed that we are investigating what happened back then."
Shi Jin pondered for a while: "Keep staring."
"yes."
After hanging up the phone, Shi Jin lowered his head, his eyes fell on the tablet, his expression was focused, the setting sun filtered through the glass, and refracted into a soft apricot yellow, occasionally sliding his fingertips, and the light and shadow danced.
Fair and slender, with well-defined joints, they are really ridiculously good-looking hands.
"Mr. Shi." Fu Dongqing stepped forward and shouted.
Shi Jin raised his head and nodded, "Hello, Miss Fu."
Miss Fu.
Polite and thoughtful, very alienated and indifferent.
Fu Dongqing smiled slightly: "Mr. Shi is polite, just call me by my name."
The phone rang, and it was a soft light rock song.
Shi Jin glanced at the incoming call, the corners of his eyes were slightly bent upwards, and without looking up, he said, "Miss Fu, please do yourself." Then he turned around and put the phone to his ear, "Shengsheng."
His voice was low and light: "I'm at the entrance of the hotel, you don't need to come over, I'll go find you."
The way she speaks is as gentle as the wind.
Unlike just now, although she has the demeanor of an aristocrat, she always keeps a distance, keeping them far away and rejecting others for thousands of miles. Fu Dongqing stood where she was, the setting sun was slightly dazzling, she squinted.
This man gave her the feeling that she was addicted to drugs and crimes.
"holly."
"holly."
Manager Li Wei'an yelled twice, but Fu Dongqing didn't respond. She stretched out her hand and shook her eyelids twice: "What are you looking at? You're so preoccupied."
Fu Dongqing looked away: "It's nothing."
The black Cayenne was parked on the side of the road in front of the hotel. When Shi Jin approached, the car window rolled down.
Jiang Jiusheng wore a red plaid jacket today, which made her skin whiter. She looked energetic and good-looking, with light makeup, matte lip color, and a touch of peach blossom eye makeup.
She usually doesn't like makeup, her temperament is rather cold, she put on a little powder, her color is bright and bright.
Shi Jin bent down slightly: "Why didn't you wait for me to pick you up?"
She took off the mask: "The filming went smoothly and ended early."
Shi Jin leaned forward and pecked her on the lips several times: "Shengsheng, you sit down, I'll drive."
She unbuckled her seat belt and sat in the co-pilot. When Shi Jin got into the car, he fastened her seat belt first, wrapped his hands around her waist, closed the car window, and kissed her.
Not many people came and went on the street, and the couple in the car kissed for a long time.
Some of her lipstick was on Shi Jin's lips. Jiang Jiusheng was thinking about wiping it on him, but he stuck out his tongue and licked it naturally.
Jiang Jiusheng: "..."
Whatever Shi Jin does is pleasing to the eye.
Really teasing.
Very abstinent.
She looked away: "Why do you drive this car recently?"
He kept both hands on the steering wheel, drove slowly, and explained simply: "Bulletproof."
No wonder, there are two more cars in the family.
During off-duty hours, there was a bit of a traffic jam, and after four traffic lights, the music in the car was all her songs. She asked Shi Jin if she would get tired of listening to it.
Shi Jin asked her back: Why do you get tired of singing? He added with a smile, I love Wujiwu.
If she wasn't driving, she would have rushed to kiss Shi Jin.
There is a pedestrian street ahead, with a lot of people, Jiang Jiusheng looked out of the car window: "Stop at the dessert shop in front, Jin Yu likes to eat their matcha cake."
Shi Jin pulled over and stopped the car, and locked the windows: "I'll go buy it, you wait for me in the car."
That dessert shop was doing very well, and there were a lot of people queuing up. Jiang Jiusheng waited for more than ten minutes, but Shi Jin hadn't come out yet. The car windows had one-way visibility, and there was a lot of traffic outside the window.
There are a lot of people on the street, passers-by rushing to get off work, the white-haired old man was knocked down by pedestrians trotting past, even the small tricycle with the old man overturned, and the faucet of the small tricycle was knocked down again A row of shared bicycles.
The passers-by just stopped to look at it for a few moments, and then continued on their way in a hurry. Probably there are too many people touching porcelain these days, and people don't like to give kindly. The old man in his seventies struggled to lift up his bicycle , I probably hit my leg, and I walked with a limp, passing by so many people, but no one stepped forward to help.
Jiang Jiusheng unbuckled his seat belt, got out of the car, and walked to the side of the road: "Let me come, you go over there and rest for a while."
The old man smiled at her, shook his head, and slowly bent over to help the car back up. He had many age spots on the back of his hands and had slight hand tremors.
Jiang Jiusheng didn't say anything, and walked over to help.
Finally, the old man took out a bottle of water from the tricycle and handed it to her with a smile: "Thank you, little girl."
She answered: "You're welcome."
Just as I was about to get back into the car, a motorcycle drove towards me. Even on the sidewalk, the speed was still very fast. The wheels hit the sewer manhole cover that was not laid flat. The crowd quickly avoided the collision, and the wheel turned to the right, just hitting the old man's three-wheeled car that had just been lifted up.
The tricycle moved forward in inertia, and the handlebar hit Jiang Jiusheng's ankle sideways. The friction and thrust were so strong that her leg hurt and she almost fell.
The motorcycle was blocked by three wheels, and then stopped. The owner of the car was a middle-aged man in his forties. Is there something wrong?"
Jiang Jiusheng frowned, but still shook his head: "It's okay."
The man touched his pocket and took out a business card: "My name is Zhao Zhixian, if there is anything, you-"
The words are not finished yet.
"What did you do to her?"
His voice was cold, holding back his anger.
Jiang Jiusheng raised his head, and saw Shi Jin standing behind the man, with extremely gloomy eyes.
The man suddenly panicked, shrunk his head, and lowered his head: "I didn't mean to."
He shook his hand, and the business card fell to the ground.
Xiande Farmhouse, Zhao Zhixian.
Shi Jin stared into the other person's eyes, with anger on his brows: "Who sent you here?"
His eyes are deep, like ice in the depths of the sea, which makes people shudder.
"me-"
The man stuttered, not daring to raise his head.
The hostility in Shi Jin's eyes was too heavy.
"Shi Jin." Jiang Jiusheng walked over and took his hand, "I'm fine, it's just a small accident."
Shi Jin restrained his expression: "Get lost."
As if he had been pardoned, the man pushed his motorcycle and left quickly.
Shi Jin handed the bag in her hand to Jiang Jiusheng, freed her hand, squatted down, and rolled up the hem of her trousers, and it turned out to be bruised.
He raised his head and frowned: "Can you go?"
"Yes." She took two steps on the spot, "It's nothing."
Shi Jin led her back to the car. There was a medicine box in the car. He dug out two ointments and turned his head: "Stand out your feet."
Jiang Jiusheng obediently put her legs on his knees, lowered her head and followed his eyes. There was still twilight in his pupils, and said coldly, "Why are you so angry?"
Shi Jin dipped a cotton swab into the ointment, applied it on her ankles, and rubbed it gently.
He said, "I can't control it." He raised his head, and the sharpness in his eyes gradually softened, "Shengsheng, I'm doing psychotherapy, but it doesn't seem to work, and I will still lose control when I encounter your matter. "
Just by bumping her, he would be in a mess, like a lunatic with persecution paranoia, he always felt that everyone in the world wanted to harm his Shengsheng.
Especially that man just now, he recognized that face...
He lowered his eyes, and the long silhouette under the eyelashes covered all the emotions in his eyes.
"It's okay." Jiang Jiusheng moved over and looked at him closer, "I will hold you when you lose control."
After applying the medicine, Shi Jin tidied up her trouser legs, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and placed her hand on her waist: "Did you just scare you?"
She was really taken aback just now.
She shook her head: "I'm worried that something will happen to me one day, you—"
Shi Jin interrupted her: "Don't make such assumptions."
She didn't speak any more, but she still couldn't help but assume that if Shi Jin was so extreme, if she was not around when he lost control, how extreme would he be.
Thinking about it even worse, if something happened to her one day, Shi Jin would go crazy.
Think carefully.
In the evening, Qin Zhong called.
Shi Jin was on the balcony: "What's the matter?"
"Wen Shuning went to see Zhao Zhixian, and," Qin Zhong said eagerly, "the brothers of the Zhao family have what we want."
Shi Jin stared intently, black and white pupils were reflected in the glass window, his eyes blended with blood color, it was cold with warm color, said: "Send me the address."
Qin Zhong understood.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Jiusheng came out of the bathroom, Shi Jin walked over and looked at her ankle, it seemed that the bruise was bigger.
He squatted down and lightly pressed the red and swollen edge: "Pain?"
"A little."
He picked her up, put her on the sofa, turned around to get the medicine box, all the medicines were prepared at home, applied several kinds of ointments, and then tied her ankle tightly with bandages.
Just a little bruise.
Jiang Jiusheng couldn't laugh or cry: "It's great to find a doctor as a boyfriend."
Shi Jin's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then he showed a faint smile: "I'll be happier if you just say my name." His tone was a lot more serious, but his gaze was still gentle, like admonishing or coaxing, "Shengsheng, even if I'm a doctor, you don't want to get hurt all the time, you know?"
Is this also called injury
Jiang Jiusheng nodded, very obedient.
She is always very obedient when she promises, but she is always unreserved when it comes to troubles. She has such a temper!
Shi Jin couldn't bear to talk about her, carried her back to the room, put her on the bed, spread the quilt, and covered her: "Shengsheng, you go to bed first."
Jiang Jiusheng hugged his neck without letting go: "What about you?"
Shi Jin was still wearing a shirt, with a button loose at the neckline, exposing a little of the skin of his neck. When he spoke, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he said, "I'm going out."
Jiang Jiusheng was a little surprised: "This point?"
It's past nine o'clock.
"Well, I'll be back later, don't wait for me." Shi Jin said, stroking her hair, his eyes were as gentle as the moonlight.
She was a little worried: "What happened?"
"It's nothing." Shi Jin didn't explain much, and told her, "Don't turn on the air conditioner too low. If you can't sleep, don't take sleeping pills. You can drink a glass of red wine to help you sleep. You can't drink too much, you can only drink one glass."
Shi Jin seldom left her at home alone at night, and before he left, he started worrying and nagging. Jiang Jiusheng laughed: "Doctor Shi, I'm not a child."
Shi Jin kissed her forehead and said good night.
She buttoned his collar and told him to drive carefully.
After closing the door, Shi Jin went to the cloakroom to get his coat, passed by the living room, looked at the boy next to the doghouse on the balcony, and was playing with his mobile phone there. It was a program game he created himself, and he said it could develop the right brain. Jiang Bomei was in his arms. With one head exposed, he stared at the screen of the phone in the boy's hand, concentrated, raised his head and saw Shi Jin, immediately shrank back, and got his head into the boy's clothes.
Jiang Bomei's right brain has probably been developed.
Shi Jin asked, "Aren't you going back to sleep?"
Jiang Jinyu looked at the time, got up, and Jiang Bomei quickly followed, wanting to spend a good night with his uncle.
Shi Jin stopped him again: "Can you stay for another two hours?"
Jiang Jinyu turned his head, frowning in confusion.
Jiang Bomei also turned her head.
Shi Jin explained patiently: "I want to go out, you stay here to guard your sister."
Jiang Jinyu didn't think about it: "Okay."
He took his mobile phone and turned back to the kennel.
Jiang Bomei was so excited to keep up.
At 10:10 p.m., the Public Security Bureau received a report that a homicide had occurred in a farmhouse in the suburbs. The Forensic Evidence and Forensic Medicine Department went to the scene to collect evidence first, followed by the first criminal investigation team.
The isolation belt had already been drawn at the scene, Huo Yining showed his police card and entered the isolation area.
In addition to catering, this farmhouse also has an outdoor group building place. The place is very large. There are seven or eight small buildings in the front and back, separated by vegetable gardens and fruit trees in the middle. Entering the gate, the deceased was lying at the gate, with a pool of blood on the ground, and there were no obvious signs of fighting.
Huo Yining put on gloves and shoe covers and walked in.
Xiao Jiang, a colleague from the forensic department, greeted: "Captain Huo."
Huo Yining walked to the corpse and knelt down to observe: "Has the identity of the deceased been confirmed?"
Xiao Jiang nodded: "The deceased, Zhao Zhixian, was the owner of this farmhouse."
"What about the time of death?"
"Based on the liver temperature, the deceased died about half an hour ago, that is, around 9:40 p.m.."
The police station is twenty minutes away.
Huo Yining stared at the dagger on the deceased's stomach, and pondered for a moment: "That is to say, the deceased received the police right after he died?"
"It can be speculated that way."
Huo Yining got up and looked around. There was an overturned chair on the ground, half of the oranges on the coffee table, and a cup of tea. There were no shoe prints or dirt on the ground. Slippers, two pairs of men's slippers and two pairs of women's slippers.
Huo Yining walked to the stairs: "Who reported the case?"
Xiao Jiang replied: "It is Zhao Zhide, the elder brother of the deceased, who is also an eyewitness to this case."
"Their brothers all live in this building?"
"Yes, they all live on the second floor."
"Who else?"
"There is also Zhao Zhide's wife and daughter who is in high school."
Sure enough, the four lived together.
Huo Yining asked again: "Is this the scene of the first crime?"
Xiao Jiang showed him the electronic photos taken by the forensic evidence, and said, "This is the first scene. The murder weapon has been sent to the identification department for identification, and the results will be available tomorrow at the earliest."
Huo Yining looked over one by one, the traces of homicide were obvious, the fatal wound was in the abdomen, the blood flow was not much, and the stab was deep: "Where is the suspect?"
Xiao Jiang said, "In the police car."
Not only was the homicide obvious, but the evidence was also abundant. There were also witnesses, and even... the suspect did not escape. It was said that when the police arrived at the scene, the suspect was still sitting on the sofa, quietly looking at the dead on the ground, extremely calm.
Weird, very weird.
Huo Yining walked straight to the police car, opened the door, looked up, and was stunned.
Shi Jin sat in the back seat and said calmly, "Can I make a phone call?"