A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

The night is very quiet, so is Su Nuanxia.

The bright street lamp stood on the lawn behind Su Nuanxia's side.

The light seemed to be a protective film, covering Su Nuanxia and isolating her.

The hands of the two overlapped, one cold and the other warm.

Looking at each other, Bao Jinghan calmly greeted the probing eyes of his best friend, and waited intently for her to speak.

And this long wait seemed to be a secret contest.

For a moment—

Su Nuanxia suddenly withdrew her hand from Bao Jinghan's, and at the same time looked away, turned to look at the bag on her knee.

turn on.

She took out a stack of photos from it, and threw it on the back of Bao Jinghan's hand.

"You read this first, and then I'll tell you why I'm looking for you."

"What's this? Don't tell me, it's another selfie of your dissection room that tested my heart's endurance!"

Teasing lightly, Bao Jinghan looked at her leisurely.

After sweeping his eyes, he looked away and looked at the stack of photos he had already picked up.

When she opened the first page, Bao Jinghan's expression was still normal.

But the more she looked down, the paler her face became, and her eyes became more dignified and deeper as the photos flipped.

Until she turned to the last page——

"what!!!"

exclaimed.

Bao Jinghan's pupils suddenly shrank, and suddenly expanded.

She threw out the photo in her hand, as well as the unfinished water.

Trembling nervously, Bao Jinghan swallowed dryly with all his strength, but tightly grasped the bench under him with both hands, gasping for breath, trying to calm down slowly amidst the sudden tension. : "This...is this why you came to me?"

"Yes."

Su Nuanxia nodded without hesitation.

Then, she knelt down and picked up the stack of photos in the album.

Reaching out to wipe the cover of the photo album that was stained with a little grass, and then flipping through the pages quickly, with a calm expression, as if admiring the photography works of some world-renowned teacher, with a little persistence in his concentration guess.

Until she also turned to the last photo.

Su Nuanxia turned her face, her gloomy eyes were extremely brightly illuminated by the light, but the way she looked at her was hard to guess.

She just stared faintly, like a witch at night.

When Bao Jinghan's mood swings were no longer so violent, he said, "Most of what you just saw were related scene photos sent from similar cases abroad. And the last few photos you saw were from the scene. It happened a few days ago in another city in the country...I have been cooperating with the task force to investigate this case recently."

"..."

Staring silently at his best friend.

Bao Jinghan moved her lips, but said nothing

And Su Nuanxia seemed to understand what she was thinking, and continued calmly: "Back then, Mo Huan, the criminal psychology expert who was in charge of Sheng Qing's case, had an old friendship with you. I borrowed your help For friendship, I asked her to bite the scene photos of similar cases abroad, and some investigation data. Later, she heard that the same case happened in China, and there was a portrait of the suspect, so she immediately resigned from her special position with the police over there. As a consultant, I plan to go back to China and take charge of this case. But it is still in handover, and I can’t make it through for the time being. But she made a comparison based on the portrait I sent in the past. As a result, she said...not that person !"