The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 122 Call from Kyoto, Song Zhen, you really don't like her?
Bai Miao hurriedly turned around and walked towards the phone, holding the receiver and turning her back to the camera.

When she thought that her feelings for Qian Yu might be exposed in front of the camera, she panicked.

On the one hand, it is because of the terror of Qian Yu's fans, on the other hand, she is afraid that Qian Yu will ignore her if she finds out...

How to do?
Her head was a little confused, and she didn't regain her senses until the voice of "Hello, the number you dialed does not exist" was reported on the receiver.

Sticking to the microphone, thinking that Qian Yu was still holding it and humming to it just now, the panic was gradually replaced by small thoughts that were about to move.

From the beginning to the end, she never thought about making a phone call. She chose the second place, in fact, in order to be behind Qian Yu and hold the same microphone as him. Isn't this equivalent to indirect contact?

She worked so hard to participate in the show, isn't it just for Qian Yu!
Her eyes darkened, and at the same time, her heart also settled down.

Her fingers gently stroked the place where he had held the microphone, and she seemed to still be able to feel the residual temperature on it.

Qian Yu is hers.

After a while, she reluctantly hung up the phone.

"Miaomiao?" Li Xin went up to meet her, looking at her with some doubts.

Bai smiled regretfully, "I wanted to call my mother to tell her she was safe, but she might have gone dancing in the square and didn't answer my call."

That appearance is so well-behaved that it is completely impossible to see that she is lying.

"……Oh."

"Go, it's your turn, godmother must miss you." Bai Miao pushed Li Xin.

Li Xin then walked towards the phone.

Sure enough, as Bai Miao said, Li Xin really called her mother.

Facing his mother, Li Xin, like an obedient primary school student, nodded his head into the microphone and said yes, it seems that the other end of the phone should be talking about something.

Bai Miao moved to the side, covering her mouth and laughing.

"Got it, I will take good care of Miaomiao, don't worry, I'll hang up when the time is up."

Finally, Li Xin ended the call with this sentence.

As soon as she put it down, the program team reminded that it was time.

Ji Qian's eyes widened immediately, and then poked Han Zhixian with her arm, "Li Xin didn't wear a watch, how does she know it's time?"

"Coincidence." Han Zhixian gave an answer casually, then grabbed Ji Qian's elbow, and pushed it away in disgust, "Hey, it's your turn, won't you call your mother too?"

Ji Qian turned her head to look at her, and asked, "Why, no?"

"Tch, you're so uncreative, Ji Qian, didn't you see that you are such a boring person?" Han Zhixian snorted.

"Hey, what logic? Why is it boring for me to call my mother? Forget it, I won't tell you!" Ji Qian waved her hand, and then walked towards the landline.

Lifting the phone, she pressed the 11-digit mobile number.

Han Zhixian stared at her, but she wanted to see who Ji Qian was calling.

Similarly, the shots of the director's group also advance accordingly.

Ji Qian has a lot of news stories today, but she doesn't know if she can dig out something from this phone call?

The director team is looking forward to it.

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Summer evenings are suitable for indulgent singing; similarly, it is also suitable for reserved drinks with old friends.

He Lianjun asked Song Zhen to have dinner at a special seafood restaurant in the Dong'anhe District. He poured two or two drinks by the way, and the two brothers sat down and chatted.

The wine was sealed and packaged in a small jar. He Lianjun unsealed it, sniffed it, and showed an expression of enjoyment. Then he was about to pour it for Song Zhen, but Song Zhen stretched out his hand to block it.

"No need," Song Zhen picked up the water glass on the right, pointed to the kettle next to it, and said, "I'll drink this."

"Hey you! Old Song, you're boring like this!"

He Lianjun moved forward slightly with the hand holding the small wine jar, trying to break through Song Zhen's "blockade" and pour wine into his cup forcibly, but Song Zhen refused to give in at all, and he didn't let him succeed.

He Lianjun was immediately discouraged, and stopped, "I told you that you are too serious, it's fine if you don't drink tea, and don't drink wine, it's boring!"

He muttered a few words, then put the jar in front of his nose, sniffing the wine vigorously, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"You don't know, don't look at the poor packaging. This is the Moutai puree that I managed to get through my relationship. I buried it for almost five years and didn't want to drink it! I was planning to wait for your sister-in-law to give birth. I will drink it at the full moon banquet of my little princess, why are you here? But you ignorant, huh!"

He Lianjun put the jar on the table in front of him and knocked it loudly.

"This is a good thing that can't be bought with money, where can I find it, you boy..."

Hearing his regret, Song Zhen replied flatly, "If I take a sip less, you can drink more, wouldn't it be better?"

He Lianjun immediately rolled his eyes at him, "Forget it, it's no fun if you don't drink it and I drink it alone!"

As he spoke, he put away the wine.

Song Zhen saw his gluttonous energy, and his aggrieved look of not drinking, and smiled immediately, "Shall I bring you a glass of water?"

"Don't! Don't do such nonsense. I'm just happy to think that you are coming to the team. Drinking should be about mood and atmosphere. Drinking alone is so boring? I don't care when your sister-in-law is born. Then you Make it up for me, you must drink it!"

Song Zhen smiled, neither saying yes nor no. He Lianjun said "boring" several times from the beginning to now, but in his opinion, this is much more interesting.

"By the way, when will my sister-in-law be born?" Song Zhen asked with concern.

"It's early, it's only been three months since I've just secured my pregnancy, my father, I still have to..." He counted seriously with his fingers, and curled up one after another, "There are still seven months to upgrade!"

For the arithmetic problem of subtracting 10 from 3, he counted with his fingers like a primary school student, which shows the expectation and joy in his heart for the role of "father".

Song Zhen was infected by him, and the corners of her tensed lips were bent, but then they tightened up again.

The harmony, liveliness and warmth of He Lianjun's family suddenly reflected his coldness and loneliness. At that moment, Song Zhen felt lost for a moment.

Ever since Song Chun passed away and his mother fell ill, Song Zhen hadn't felt the warmth and affection of his family for a long time, and when he came into contact with her all of a sudden today, he felt a little uncomfortable.

The intentionally hidden emotions surfaced in this contrast, and ripples rippled on the heart lake, unable to restore calm for a long time.

"By the way, where is that Qiu Sen who was with you? I heard he lives in your house?" He Lianjun asked.

"Well," Song Zhen picked up a piece of salmon, dipped some dipping sauce mixed with mustard, and replied casually, "He went to repair the car."

"You really let him live with you? Then you—"

Song Zhen looked up, and then saw He Lianjun winking at him.

"Broken eyes?" He said venomously.

"Oh no!" He Lianjun waved his hand quickly, then leaned closer and asked, "Doesn't Ji Qian live next door to your house? You two are fine. How can you fall in love with a light bulb?"

"Who said we were in a relationship?" Song Zhen raised his eyes and glanced at him. "A girl's reputation is very important, so don't talk nonsense."

The cold look in his eyes made He Lianjun's scalp suddenly shudder, but he bit the bullet and added, "If we don't talk about it now, can you guarantee that we won't talk about it in the future?"

Song Zhen was about to say something, but He Lianjun quickly interrupted him, "Don't think I don't know anything, why did you say you went to the city bureau today? You obviously asked me to poach someone, and I even prepared a draft and figured out how to get along with him." Cao Jing communicated with Di Niu Quangang, but you ran away in a hurry, I didn’t realize it at the time, I thought you were joking with Qiu Sen when you said you went to the Municipal Bureau, and then I realized it was wrong.”

After all, he was a veteran criminal policeman for many years, and He Lianjun immediately counted several things that were wrong with Song Zhen.

"And what about your little milk dog named Haha? Why was Ji Qian willing to take notes when you talked about the dog last night, and today you have been busy outside all day, and now you are still here with me Eating food, so leisurely, did your big star neighbor fly back to help you feed the dog again? Come home to avoid the limelight of public opinion?"

Song Zhen ate salmon slowly, calmly, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Seeing that he ignored him, He Lianjun was a little speechless. When he stretched out his chopsticks, he directly crossed them with his chopsticks, but he was easily bypassed by Song Zhen. At the same time, Song Zhen successfully snatched away the plate under his "blockade" The last piece of salmon in it.

"..." He Lianjun was a little frustrated.

Looking up, Song Zhen glanced at him.

"Hey, old Song, what's your look?" He Lianjun asked angrily.

Song Zhen looked at him and said, "Praise you for your bright eyes, I really feel sorry for you if you don't do Yuji."

"Really? Am I wrong?" He Lianjun simply put down his chopsticks, and started to compete with him, "You have a cold face to everyone, but if someone hugs you, you don't push it away, and you stretch out your hand Now, dare you say that you really don't like him, and you really don't feel it at all?"

He Lianjun stared straight at him, like a prisoner.

Song Zhen met his eyes and was dazed for a moment.

Really don't feel a little bit?
The picture from last night's dream suddenly popped up in my mind, and then I thought of my own reaction when I heard the news today...

"Waiter, another plate of salmon."

He yelled to the waiter passing by.

"Okay, what do you want sir?"

The waiter handed over the tablet computer for meal selection, and Song Zhen glanced at it.

He Lianjun looked at the two who were talking in a low voice, his brows never moved from beginning to end.

He even suspected that Song Zhen did it on purpose!Just to not be seen through by myself!
The waiter also appeared at the wrong time. He wanted to take a good look at Song Zhen, especially to catch his eyes. Eyes are the windows to the soul.

Rather...

But He Lianjun couldn't help but suspect that even if the waiter didn't come, Song Zhen would not necessarily be able to see through if he stayed still and let him look at it.

After all, Song Zhen was originally in this line of work, and he could hide his emotions better than anyone else, not to mention that he also brought his own "protective mask".

The beard on that face is simply an excellent cover-up!The whole face is almost covered, only a pair of eyes and a high nose bridge are left, and the mouth is almost covered, so the ghost can see what he is thinking!
He couldn't help complaining: "You said you have a beard... You left today and Li Binhai asked me specifically, did you pass all the psychological evaluations? Are there any problems? I talked to him before and talked about you." Beard, he didn’t care about it at the time, saying that a man should grow a beard when he matures, but he was still surprised when he saw you today, but it’s not easy to show it. But he is related to your mental state It's up to you to see when you should shave it off."

"Why, you control the world, and you also control whether people shave their beards or not?" Song Zhen teased, and picked up the kettle to add some water to himself.

The water poured into the cup and made a gurgling sound. He Lianjun looked at Song Zhen. He was calm and graceful, as if he was pouring wine and tea. His movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, which was pleasing to the eye.

He Lianjun immediately shook his head, how could he see through him!

Forget it, why bother to make fun of yourself?
"Well, I understand that you want Niu Quangang and Qiu Sen, but Xia Lan belongs to our general team, so why do you do this? It's fine for her to show up with you when you want to use it, and you have to get it to your team. You don't know, when I dug her—"

"Woooo-"

He Lianjun was about to complain about Song Zhen's dishonesty, domineering and unreasonable poaching, but who knew that Song Zhen's phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

He Lianjun frowned and glanced. Although the phone was upside down, it did not prevent him from seeing and distinguishing it with his 5 eyesight.

There is no note, but looking at the area code, it should be a call from Kyoto, and it is still a landline.

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　　(small snippet)

　　Gong Lingze said, "A Tang, I think we can hold each other for three years!"

　　Tang Tang immediately retreated ten meters away from someone, and sarcastically said, "However, after half a year of marriage, I failed once."

　　That night, Gong Lingze worked hard for a long time, and proved with his actions that it was his problem or a matter of chance.

　　A few days later, someone had the audacity to
　　"A Tang, maybe the posture is wrong, let's try something else."

　　Tang Tang touched his sore waist, get out, Gong Lingze, you bastard, my old lady goes to bed at four or five o'clock every day, and her life will be shortened!
　　No birth, no birth!

　　


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