365 Kinds of Difficult Living Methods

For a moment, Chu Yu felt that Xia Yihan would suddenly kiss him.

In front of her, even though Xia Yihan was lively and talkative, her gestures were full of childishness that was not deeply involved in the world, and she was sincere and enthusiastic, and she wanted to get it all out, but her eyes always hid reason, and she controlled her vivacity. Just right, like a fountain controlled by a switch, it can be retracted and released freely.

But this time, in her eyes, Chu Yu saw a stubborn impulse, and all her face reflected in her eyes, the light shining in it, like a tongue of fire.

For a while, Chu Yu didn't know what to do. She has always been sensible, and has been in contact with people with mental disorders for a long time, prompting her to be cautious and clear at all times. She must be cold in her mind. There must be empathy subjective, but also the ability to stay out and think calmly. objective.

But this time, it seems to be playing, it is actually a kind of hidden mystery treatment, but the treatment process is ingenious and slow. But she found that she was sinking deeper and deeper, and she was almost fully engaged. There were already a lot of chores in Superman, which were handed over to Muyu's agent. Xia Yihan attracted all her attention and made her a little bit distracted.

For example, now, she feels the heat all over her body, and there is an impulse to let her blood flow unnoticed.

This feeling is very dangerous, because as the patient's attending doctor, if he can't even stay awake and treat the patient and his condition objectively and calmly, what kind of treatment?

It's good to not be driven mad.

I wanted to cure Xia Yihan, but both of them went crazy. I really responded to that sentence, you are crazy, I am stupid, and eloped to the end of the world hand in hand.

The pumpkin lantern under his feet flickered and suddenly went out. Involved in the change of light and shadow, Xia Yihan's nose cut off the light and shadow, submerged into the dark half of his eye sockets, and looked extremely deep.

She loosened her hand and put Chu Yu down, just on the first stairway, half a head taller than her. However, she still wrapped her hands around Chu Yu's waist, gently hugged, and couldn't bear to let go.

Chu Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The feeling of volley was not too short. It turned out that the legendary "lifting high" did not apply to adults. When she was just raised, she was always worried that Xia Yihan's arms would be Being crushed, or being too heavy, Xia Yihan's center of gravity is unstable, and she is directly overwhelmed to the ground-that would be embarrassing!

"Why did you just hug me?"

Xia Yihan smiled embarrassedly, rarely showing shame, "Just under the light, I think my sister is too beautiful, I can't help it."

"What can't help it?"

Chu Yu continued to ask. She heard that love can't help but hugs, love can't help kissing, and love can't help but roll the bed, but she hasn't seen love can't help but lift high!

Xia Yihan lowered his eyes. Upon hearing this, his eyes suddenly lifted, staring straight at Chu Yu. The hand placed on his waist suddenly followed his spine and slid all the way, put it between his neck, and gently grasped it. live.

Then she stood on tiptoe and touched Chu Yu's cheek with her lips.

Chu Yu's breathing was stagnant, and her cheeks instantly reddened, and Xia Yihan's personal strength was not light, so that half of her cheek was pressed. It could not be compared to a red apple. It should be a red persimmon or a persimmon cake, which is well-ripe.

After the kiss, Xia Yihan let go of her, as if afraid of being beaten, she stepped back and licked her lips, laughing so cunningly: "I can't help it."

Chu Yu felt the air surging in her chest, and the words she just asked were just igniting the fire-okay, you can light the fire by yourself and cooperate to extinguish it by yourself.

In psychotherapy, Chu Yu generally takes a leading position, leaving no trace, promoting the development of conversation or behavior, interacting with the patient, knowing what to do next, and to what extent.

But this time, she was rarely at a loss. In order to alleviate the panic, she touched the face of persimmon and looked at Xia Yihan complainingly: "I finally painted all my makeup today, and you kissed the powder!"

Xia Yihan drooped his eyebrows and looked quite guilty: "I was wrong, I should kiss my lips, so that I can put the "Global Limited Edition Cut Girls" on my mouth and give it to my sister!"

After hearing these words, Chu Yu quickly came down the stairs and walked into the kitchen. She was afraid of this kid now. She was so powerful that she couldn't afford to offend!

"As compensation, you can make a pot of kumquat lemon. After eating dessert for a day today, my mouth is a bit dry."

Xia Yihan was so cold that she took out the kumquats and lemons from the refrigerator and began to squeeze the juice. She is a walking cookbook. You can order cooking, soup, snacks, and drinks. To see people.

Two tulip champagne glasses were placed on the bar, and the unused kumquats, Xia Yihan cut them into small pieces and placed them in a porcelain plate. The original pale yellow hue, then set off by the pale yellow light, looks pleasing to the eye, enough to quench thirst.

Xia Yihan was like a waiter, gentleman, inviting Chu Yu to sit down, Chu Yu held a purple gift box in his arms, put it on the bar, and blinked at her.

Xia Yihan took the gift in front of him, and smiled: "My sister has ulterior motives. Today is flowers, pumpkins, cakes, and gifts. I doubt that you want to soak me!"

Chu Yu laughed and didn't say anything. She knew what Xia Yihan meant. It was a pun on the one hand, ambiguous on the one hand, and on the other hand, it alluded to her that she wanted something out of her mouth to get information about the case.

"Don't let my subordinates hear you. They have been with me for two years, and even a buffet is AA system. You must know that I bought so many things for you with public funds, so I can't be a baby! "

At this moment, Muyu in front of the computer: Ha ha, tomorrow you will customize your old man’s big head doll online.

Xia Yihan smiled flattered, looked at the huge gift box, eagerly flexing his hands: "Then I open it now?"

Chu Yu nodded, his eyes full of encouragement.

When removing the ribbon, Chu Yu stared at Xia Yihan and felt her concentration, as if she had returned to her childhood.

Without guessing, when Mu Shangqing gave her a life, would he also dress her like a princess, make her cakes, take her to dance, and give her big gifts?

When the ribbon fell, Xia Yihan carefully picked up the lid, and the moment she saw the contents inside, her concentration solidified and turned into a trance.

It was a stack of photos with a sense of age, with the plastic film's corners curled up and the photos wrinkled, but it could still be seen at a glance. It was a group photo with dozens of children's faces gathered on a square sheet of a few centimeters.

Xia Yihan looked at the photo and didn't speak for a long time. Chu Yu sat beside her, silently accompanying her.

The light falls on it, circulates on every face, every face smiles, gathers together, it's fun.

After a long while, Xia Yihan stretched out his hand, picked up the photos, and flipped through them one by one.

The first one is a group photo of the second class of the sixth grade. There are 58 people in the class, and a total of 57 classmates are present. One classmate is missing.

The second one is a photo of the deceased Xia Yihan. It was a photo taken during the spring outing. The head teacher took a single photo of her. When the photo was taken, she had her hands behind her back and her chest was held up. She was quite photogenic.

The third picture is a photo of the class memorial book. It uses various fonts to write the blessings of the students to each other. Between the lines, the words are full of childish and bold ambitions.

The fourth one is a photo of Mu Han during cleaning. The class is cleaned up. The classmates are working hard below. The labor committee takes a mobile phone and snaps a photo on the podium to prepare the picture materials for the year-end class PPT.

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The thirteen photos are the result of five days of hard work by the Investigation Department and the police. They called everywhere like salesmen, and moved across the country for long distances like the Spring Festival. It was a painstaking effort to collect traces of Xia Yihan’s past life. Meng Liu ran fast, and the final result was gratifying. Finally, on November 1st, he was airlifted back to Chu Yu with 13 photos of the collector's edition.

After turning over the photos, Xia Yihan put them back in their original positions. There was a coldness on the surface that was close to a daze. She drank the kumquat lemon in one sip, then stood up without a sound, walked upstairs, and returned to the bedroom.

Chu Yu walked to the bottom of the stairs and saw that the bedroom door was closed tightly, and the huge room instantly quieted down, like a room with a warm atmosphere before being drawn into a vacuum to silence all noise.

Chu Yu bent down, put away the pumpkins, and cut off the lamps one by one. The aromatherapy lamps left a lingering fragrance in her hands, and then went out in her hands, announcing the completion of the mission.

Then, she put away the lavender that fell on the walls, tables, sofas, corners and corners, like a big girl picking flowers, carrying her skirt, roaming among the flowers.

The phone vibrated, it was Muyu's message, just one: There is an urgent matter, come here.

Chu Yu put down the bouquet, hurried to the nearby bungalow under the security of the security guard, opened the door, and saw Muyu sitting in danger, his expressionless face showed a "big thing is not good".

"What's the matter?" Chu Yu sat down and poured herself a glass of water, only to remember the glass of lemon juice just now, she hadn't had time to drink it.

"I thought about it for a long time, but I still want to say something." Muyu stared at the monitor screen and touched his chin. "Have you ever suspected that Xiao Huaihua was caught deliberately?"

Chu Yu leaned back on the sofa, ignoring that she was wearing a fairy skirt to ensure her sitting gracefully, so she tilted Erlang's legs, and her toes moved down.

"Suspected."

Although he succeeded in arresting Xia Yihan and after a battle of wits and courage, Chu Yu would go to Changyan if he reacted slower or if his brain was hot.

But after catching Xia Yihan, Chu Yu found that things were not simple. First of all, there was a lack of useful information in Xia Yihan's mobile phone, which seemed to be emptied ahead of time. This is not a fat sheep to be tasted, it should be fat.

Second, in the long-term battle of wits and courage, openly and secretly, Chu Yu has understood Xia Yihan's psychology, so he has profiled criminal psychology and speculated on her actions.

But after another thought, doesn't Xia Yihan know her? She knows her favorite food, she knows she would rather hurt herself, save the innocent, know that she has great magical powers, go to the hospital, you can leave clues to Superman, know that she has been following her tracks...

After two days of close contact, Chu Yu became more and more sure that Xia Yihan understood her, including his grasp of her emotions and flirting, and it was almost transferred into her heart, every word poked her weak spots, causing her always calm face to flush with red ears and dry mouth. Dry tongue.

She is not sure whether this is an innate ability, or whether she has been secretly observing for a long time, and can speculate and predict her behavior.

Therefore, because there was no Sophora japonica on the victim, she could speculate that Xia Yihan was still in Jinling City, and that Xia Yihan could not speculate. She had already speculated that she was still in Jinling, so did she stay in Jinling and wait for the rabbits?

The two people were too evenly matched, and the contest between them became more and more thrilling and burned.

Muyu curled his lips, knowing that he was thinking too much, and could not help reminding Chu Yu. As a result, she always expected it in advance and planned well.

"Then do you have any plans?"

Chu Yu raised his head, leaning on the leather sofa pillow, with his chin facing up, facing the ceiling. There was a kind of collapse of office workers after returning home: "Same as the original plan, no change."

Muyu wondered: "What?"

Because he raised his head, all of Chu Yu's slender neck was exposed, his skin was too thin, and his Adam's apple was looming under it, showing a small pit, beating up and down as he spoke.

"I don't care if she was arrested deliberately or not, anyway, she entered my site, it is mine, and I have my own way to take her!"