After the Internet was hacked, she did not talk about martial arts on variety shows

The next episode of "Winter Sonata" will be aired in mid-March, when the weather is slightly warmer and you can "go to the field".

On March [-]rd, Zhong Zhiman woke up, but he couldn't speak, and he couldn't move his limbs, just like a vegetable, he could only open his mouth and roll his eyes.

On the same day, Lin Zhixin died in an abandoned tile-roofed house. The cause of death was severe brain trauma, hitting his face on the ground, and his face was bloody.

At that time, the guards were besieged by five wild dogs. To protect themselves, they had to leave for a few minutes. When they came back, they saw Lin Zhixin's body.

Knowing that this murder had nothing to do with the people below, Chen Congye ordered him to leave Xijiang for a while.

The person who called the police was a peasant woman. She was so frightened that her mouth trembled when she gave her statement.The abandoned tile-roofed house belonged to her family. There were a few acres of fields behind the house, but the weather was cold, so she stopped farming. She just had nothing to do that day and wanted to go and have a look at the house, but she ran into that horrible thing.

When Lin Hancheng was taking care of Zhong Zhiman in the hospital, he received a call from the police. Hearing the news of Lin Zhixin's death, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground.

It took half an hour to go to the police station.

The police said it was a homicide, and the first person Lin Hancheng thought of was Chen Congye, but he didn't tell the police, only that Lin Zhixin often went out, and it was normal for him to be unable to find anyone.

The police had no doubts and asked him if he wanted to see the deceased after he signed the statement.

Lin Hancheng nodded, then shook his head, saying that he was not mentally prepared yet.

After 09:30, just as Lin Misen lay down, the phone on the bedside table rang.

is an unfamiliar number.

She hesitated and accepted.

"It's me," Lin Hancheng's voice was cold, like a frosted stone, "Zhi Xin is dead, how do you plan to solve this matter?"

The police didn't come to find Chen Congye and Lin Misen, which meant that Lin Hancheng didn't tell the truth. If he didn't tell about such a big thing as his son's death, he must have other plans.

Lin Misen said: "Cong Ye is investigating, and you know that we did not do this. Lin Zhixin's death is not good for us."

"I don't care," he was suddenly furious, "My son's life was lost in your hands, and you have to pay for it."

In the final analysis, it is for money.

Suddenly, the bathroom door behind him was pushed open, and the hot air inside spread out.Lin Misen turned his head and saw Chen Congye who had finished taking a shower. He seemed to know who she was talking to on the phone, and stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."

Lin Misen handed him the phone and lay down.

"Hey," Chen Congye sat on the edge of the bed, tucked Lin Misen's blanket with one hand, leaned over and kissed her face, and sat up straight, "I will send someone to bring it to you tomorrow."

Two sentences, and the matter is over.

The heating was not turned on in the room, and there was a gap in the French windows and doors of the balcony, and the night breeze blew in gently, bringing a hint of coolness.

Chen Congye went to turn off the lights, got into the quilt, and pulled the person next to the pillow into his arms to make out.

The temperature in the bed gradually rose, and the smell of shower gel lingered in the air, getting stronger and stronger.

The next day when he was not busy with anything, Chen Congye would quarrel with her for a long time. In the middle of the night, the wind suddenly became louder. He got up and locked the French windows, and went back to bed and began to torment her again.

Lin Misen was so sleepy that his eyes were closed.

He kissed the back of her neck and held her in his arms: "It will be fine soon," he coaxed her, "Mier, call me husband."

In order to sleep, she obediently called twice.

The next day, when the sun came out, Lin Misen woke up at seven o'clock in the morning.

Stomach hurts, wakes people up.

Chen Congye came out after making a phone call in the bathroom, and saw her sitting on the bed, frowning, with a pale face, and immediately frightened him.

"Mi'er," he ran over with a flustered expression, "what's wrong?"

She didn't sleep enough, was very sleepy, her eyes were half-opened, and she couldn't speak: "Stomach hurts." In the past, this level of pain was not a problem at all, but now that someone loves and feels distressed, she suddenly learned to act like a baby.

Chen Congye's face darkened, and he was so nervous: "Don't be afraid, put on your clothes first." He took her underwear, sat on the bed, leaned her head against her, and lifted her pajamas, "Let's go Hospital."

Lin Misen felt powerless, originally it was just pain, but now it was more itchy, and his hands were shaking.

"Cong Ye," she said without the strength to hide, "Don't shake, I will itch."

Chen Congye was stunned for a moment, and said, "I'm afraid."

She asked, "What are you afraid of?"

The buttons of the underwear were at the back, and he fastened them skillfully, then took off her pajamas, let her put on the inner clothes, and then put on the sweater.

Kissed her on the lips and replied, "I'm afraid you will hurt."

He picked her up and left the room in a hurry.

Lin Misen was a public figure, and Chen Congye called the hospital first when he was on the road.

There was no one in the emergency room. After she went in, he waited outside the door.

Half an hour, to him, is like a reincarnation.

The inspection results came out, the reason is menstruation! !
Lin Misen was pushed into the ward with embarrassment on his face.

Chen Congye breathed a sigh of relief, but still frowned: "It's my fault, I did too much." He should have restrained himself, but he lost control as soon as his body touched her.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Lin Misen was using the bottle with his left hand. The doctor said that she was a little weak and was about to gain weight. "The doctor didn't say it was because of that."

He didn't listen, and still blamed himself: "Mi'er, don't spoil me in the future, you can refuse."

Lin Misen: "..." Did she not refuse?But when he coaxed and pestered her, her heart softened.

This topic cannot continue, otherwise he will feel more guilty.Lin Misen rubbed his belly: "Cong Ye, I'm hungry."

He leaned over and kissed her forehead, his eyes were soft: "I'm going to buy some food, you wait for me."

"it is good."

Less than a minute after Chen Congye left, there was a knock on the door of the ward. Lin Misen thought it was a medical staff, so he said please come in.

Unexpectedly, the person who came in turned out to be a woman wearing a mask and a hat.

The woman took off her mask, revealing a scarred face, which looked familiar.

Lin Misen sat up and asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh," she approached, "Who am I? I'm you, Lin Misen," that face suddenly approached, eyes full of hatred, "You don't know me anymore?"

Lin Misen frowned slightly: "You are Shen Zhuiqing."

Chen Congye said that Shen Zhuiqing had plastic surgery to match her face, but he didn't say that Shen Zhuiqing was disfigured.

"Do you have something to do?" Although menstruation is coming, it doesn't affect his fisting skills, Lin Misen said in a calm manner, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Shen Zhuiqing took out a photo from his pocket and showed her: "Do you recognize this scene?"

The photo is slightly yellowed, and it can be seen that it has been stored for a long time. The picture shows a room surrounded by fire. There are three people next to the room. The fire is so bright that the faces cannot be seen clearly.

Lin Misen couldn't see any clues: "Please speak up if you have something to say."

"This house," Shen Zhuiqing raised the corners of his mouth, his face grim, "is Chen Congye's childhood home."

Lin Misen: "What do you mean?"