Domineering baby: I want this daddy

[142 Lin Mo]

This building is quite old.There are also some traces of grinding on the stones under his feet.The courtyard is occupied by two extremely wide flower beds. The soil in the flower beds has been planed and planted with elegantly colored flowers. Except for the roses that flutter in the wind, there are only a few small flowers falling in the corners. It is ostentatious, reflecting the style and light color of the house, giving it a bit of retro charm, and it also shows the low-key style of the owner of this villa.

Arriving at the living room, after the leading woman greeted them, she glanced around and lowered her head to ask earnestly, "Excuse me, one of you wants to go upstairs with me to see Professor Lin?"

one?

Everyone frowned, Xia Ran raised his head, "Can't we all meet this professor?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin has always liked to be clean and is used to meeting alone," the woman shook her head and explained, "The appointment time is coming up, if you don't want to, I'll bring the refunded membership fee, and you can leave now. "

Although the words are a bit inhumane, they are also very in line with this professor Lin's low-key and stranger's style of doing things.

Seeing that the white cat and the gray cat looked serious, Xiao Yu was obviously hesitating, so he volunteered to stand up and said, "I'll go."

After all, she is the closest person to Wei'an, and she is the one who wants to know everything the most!

"Okay, this lady comes with me."

The white cat raised its head worriedly, and frowned at Xiaoyu.

"Okay, miss," the woman turned her head, "please come with me."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the stairs, Xiao Yu saw that it was the direction of the second floor, so he followed without hesitation.

"What is a beast?" Xia Langlang hummed in dissatisfaction, "It's so dragging..."

"no!"

But when the white cat saw Xiaoyu walking up the stairs, it seemed regretful, and got up to follow, "We can't let her go alone."

"Cat!" The gray cat stopped her, shook his head, and warned in a very low voice, "Whether it is the dangerous person 13 years ago or not, we must not act rashly. After all, we broke into his territory first, didn't we?"

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Arriving at the second floor, the woman who led the way pointed to a room marked "Treatment Room", motioned for Xiaoyu to go there alone, and then she turned back and went downstairs to continue her work.

Xiaoyu stepped forward and carefully knocked on the door, but when she knocked for the third time, she found that the door was not locked at all, it was just ajar, and with a light push from her, it creaked and slowly opened. It shows the scene of the treatment room...

Very pure white, very clean furnishings, by the window sill, a man with slender legs is sitting sideways, the man rests his forehead on his left hand, as if taking a nap, and when the little fish pushes the door and enters, the breeze blows the curtains, The mist curled up to cover his face, and the light and shadow shone on him, looking away from a distance, as if he was in a painting.

"Hello……"

When Xiaoyu made a sound, the man put down his clean and white hands, tilted his head, turned his head, and looked in her direction—although Yan Xiaoyu had been imagining what the rumored Lin Mo looked like when he went upstairs , and also completely outlined in her mind a middle-aged scholar who was about forty and wearing glasses, but she never expected that when the man turned his face away, she was stunned, completely stunned.

What a beautiful, perfect face.

His facial features are clear and handsome, his nose is straight, his lips are as thin as water, his eyelashes are as thick as a fan, his slender figure is leaning against the chair with just the right curvature, leisurely but not decadent, his fair skin is smudged orange under the sunlight in front of the bed.White shirt, black trousers, every folded corner, every arc, became a kind of elegance and style on his body.

Such a man, no matter how good your eyesight is, you can't tell his age at first glance.

His facial features are somewhat familiar to Xiaoyu. Although she can't remember where the familiarity is for the time being, seeing his perfect face, gentle expression, harmless eyes, and guessing in those eyes, his facial features are somewhat familiar. The deep black eyes that can't see through the thoughts... One sentence formed in Ms. Yan's mind——Professor Lin is a rare and stunningly beautiful man.

"Hello", the man answered her, turned around slowly, and greeted Xiaoyu with a slight smile.

This smile made Xiaoyu psychedelic again, ah, a beautiful man's smile is so charming, sister paper, sister finally understands why you don't like brother Baoqiang, it turns out that you and I have completely different tastes!

"Hello, Professor Lin, I am Wu Yuanqing's family member who made an appointment today." Xiaoyu stepped forward and introduced himself in a well-regulated manner, "In addition to receiving his consulting fee, I would like to ask you some more questions about Wu Yuanqing. Is it?"

"Sit down first," Professor Lin pointed to the chair opposite the treatment room, "Miss likes to drink coffee, black tea..."

Pausing, as if not sure if Ms. Yan was underage, she added, "Or milk?"

Xiaoyu was unhappy, and chose the strongest flavor, "Coffee, black coffee, no sugar."

Lin Mo smiled, got up, and went to make coffee.

After he left, Xiaoyu realized that the chair he was sitting in turned out to be a wheelchair!

She was startled, turned her head and took a closer look at Lin Mo's legs, and then breathed a sigh of relief, thinking silently, it turns out that people who walk normally and have intact feet like to sit in wheelchairs these days, what kind of psychological eccentricity is this!

"Miss", the gentle and windy voice suddenly rang aside, "Have you met He Shuyi?"

"No..." Xiaoyu knew that he was pretending to be the person to ask the question, so he replied defensively, and added, "I don't know Lin Shu to..."

"If you don't know the book, the first answer subconsciously will not be negative," the professor said quietly, and handed a cup of black coffee, "This police officer, your coffee."

Yu was startled, "You...you know me?"

"I don't know." Seeing that she didn't answer, Lin Mo put down his coffee, sat across the long table, and said, "I just know that miss, you are not Wu Yuanqing's relatives. After contacting the recent case, people who want to visit me will not be waiting. Your generation. Miss, your temperament is very similar to that of a police officer."

Temperament, her temperament is very similar to that of a police officer... Miss Yu was flustered, and then touched her face and waved her hand in embarrassment, "Where is it, I have only been a police officer for a few months, and I haven't solved any major cases or done anything important , Professor, you have seen all this, I didn't deliberately let my righteousness go sideways..."

Not a villain with a purpose, nor a bad guy with ulterior motives.

Lin Mo leaned against the back of the chair, looked at Yan Xiaoyu, and came to such a conclusion. Suddenly, he felt that it had been a long time since such a vigorous and healthy person appeared in front of him to speak, so he didn't make a sound, and he didn't issue an order to chase away the guest as usual.

"Where were you, Professor Lin, on the afternoon of the incident?" Xiaoyu took out a pen and paper to record, "How long has the doctor-patient relationship between you and Mr. Wu Yuanqing lasted?"

"Near D University," he replied frankly, "Because of long-term suffering from mental illness, Mr. Wu wrote and called me many times to seek treatment. Since about September last year, I began to formally accept his condition. Two consultations to guide treatment. Because Mr. Wu's onset period is mostly at the beginning of the month, so I will set the treatment time before the middle of the month."

Lin Mo said the consultation time several times, and Xiaoyu checked it with the booklet recording Wu Yuanqing's formation, and they all matched.

Xiaoyu looked up and asked again, "On the day of the incident, why did Professor Lin appear near D University?"

"That day happened to be the time when Mr. Wu and I scheduled our first treatment for this month." Lin Mo kept his face calm, "The time was about three o'clock after the end of the big ceremony, but unfortunately I had something to do later, so I left first .”

"Is there anyone to prove the situation for you, Professor Lin?" Xiaoyu stared at the time he wrote down, and frowned. "After all, the time you provided is exactly the same as the time when Wu Yuanqing was killed and killed."

Even the time to leave at three o'clock to transport the corpse to the suburbs was consistent and seamless.

"I think there shouldn't be any," Professor Lin shook his head, "There are gazebos and benches in the woods behind the campus of D University, and it's very quiet. After I bought a cup of coffee, I stayed there alone until three o'clock , drove away."

His eyes were bright, and he confessed frankly, without any appearance of covering up.

Xiaoyu had a good first impression of this handsome man. If he killed someone, she would never have imagined it. Besides, what was the motive for the murder?

money?There is no shortage of Professor Lin.

Affection?Wu Yuanqing's private life is so clean, if he really competed with Professor Lin for a woman, then he would not have maintained this therapeutic relationship to this day.

righteous?No matter how you look at it, this professor doesn't look like a person who threatens with treachery. After all, you can hear one or two things from what he said below.

"I have an obligation to keep the patient's medical treatment and consultation experience confidential. Therefore, no matter if you ask me any questions about Wu Yuanqing's treatment, Miss, I will choose not to answer them."

Hearing that he was straight to the point, Xiaoyu stopped turning the corner, raised his eyes to take a deep look at Lin Mo, and asked in a low voice, "Professor Lin...do you know Yan Weian?"

"Yan, Wei An?"

He slowly repeated these words, his dark pupils seemed to be thinking, but also seemed to be recalling, after a while, he shook his head, "I don't know."

(Thank you dear 15808053144 for giving silent flowers, huh!)