The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 299 Where Does Your Smell Come From (Third Watch)
"Sister Qian, I don't understand. You are so tired today, why are you still waiting, and you didn't tell that person that you have returned to City G. If you did, he might have arrived earlier."

"Shh!" Ji Qian raised a finger, lowered her head and looked at the two little guys next to her legs in a daze, "Don't disturb them."

"..."

"You don't understand." Ji Qian yawned and squeezed her eyes, she was really sleepy.

"I really don't understand." Xiaolou shook his head, then went on to tidy up the refrigerator.

In order to take care of Ji Qian conveniently, Qianji Media also bought him real estate in City G, but after all, Lanshan Shengjing is a good coastal community with thousands of choices, and the coastal area is also full of expensive locations, so it is naturally impossible for the company to give him the property nearby Arranged, and finally bought him a single apartment in an ordinary community about half an hour's drive from here.

Normally, he would go back to live by himself. After all, Ji Qian is a female artist, so it's not convenient.

But today Ji Qian was extra gracious to let him live in the guest room, Xiaolou was a little surprised, and didn't think too much when she nodded in agreement, until now she suddenly realized.

Judging from the experience of staying in the hotel before, sister Qian probably won't stay here tonight!

And he was kept because there were two cuties!

No, it's because there are two single dogs who are as poor as him.

Wanting to understand this, Xiaolou drank two bottles of yogurt angrily, and finally squeezed the yogurt bottles vigorously, squeezing Ji Qian's face on the package into meatloaf.

"What are you doing? Be careful, I will sue you for infringing on my portrait rights." Suddenly, Ji Qian lowered her voice and said.

Xiaolou shook his hand, but he was not cowardly as usual, and replied, "Sister Qian, don't worry, this won't infringe on your right to portrait. I studied law in college."

"..."

Well, she is legally blind.

Ji Qian rolled her eyes, not bothering to pay attention to his childish tricks like a child.

I pressed my phone and looked at it. It's already ten o'clock. Why hasn't anyone come back yet?
However, she just wanted to surprise him, and didn't want to tell him that she had arrived.

Unable to bear it any longer, she called him again.

*
In the underground parking lot of Lanshan Shengjing, Song Zhen was sitting in the car, and a dim light came in from the windshield, but it still couldn't illuminate the darkness of the cab, making his whole face hidden in the half-bright light , looks a bit deep.

When he came back on the 8th, he thought that He Lianjun was really trying to work overtime, so he also arrested them on the weekend, but when he returned to the hall, he realized that it was not.

It was at this time that he learned that Fu Qiuyi was about to return to China and directly joined their special case team.

What He Lianjun valued most was Xia Lan, and Fu Qiuyi was a forensic doctor, so it was self-evident that her joining meant something.

When the special case team scooped up Xia Lan back then, even if he was a soldier under He Lianjun, he just changed departments, and he was heartbroken, let alone an outsider came and squeezed Xia Lan out. I want to ask Song Zhen for advice.

When Song Zhen heard the news, his first reaction was shock.

When he was in Luchuan, Li Zhan had reminded him that Fu Qiuyi was back, so that was the meaning of the reminder at that time.

He called Li Zhan immediately, confirming his guess - there really was no room for maneuver in this matter.

He was appointed by the National Serious Case Special Advisory Group to train Fu Qiuyi. After all, she is an assistant researcher in Ebbotson's laboratory. Fu Qiuyi's potential is indescribable, not to mention that she is also a forensic doctor who has transferred halfway from cardiac surgery. In just three years, he has reached a level comparable to that of professionals in the forensic field. How could the advisory group let go of such a good seed?

Xia Lan was originally going to be sent back the same way, but let alone He Lianjun was the first to rush, he didn't do it either.

With the joint efforts of him and He Lianjun, Xia Lan was recommended as the deputy director of the forensic identification center.

Even so, from Song Zhen's heart, he still felt guilty towards Xia Lan.

Xia Lan didn't make it difficult for him from the beginning to the end, and even said "thank you" to him, which made Song Zhen feel even more uncomfortable.

Sitting in the car, Song Zhen realized for the first time his powerlessness.

The self who used to be high-spirited and indulgent in Province F seems to be more and more fettered by various political games.

Is there a problem with my own ability, or is it the way I act?

Or is it that the current position cannot effectively play a role?
Song Zhen fell into deep thought.

Until, the phone rang.

It seemed that it rang for a long time before he came back to his senses.

Looking at the words "Maomao's Master" displayed on the screen of the mobile phone, the chaotic emotions were suddenly squeezed into a corner, leaving a blank, clear and clear place.

"Hey?"

"Are you off work?" Kissy asked.

"Get off." Song Zhen adjusted the position of the seat while talking, "What about you, are you done? Are you going to stay up until the early morning tonight?"

"Well, no, are you at home now? Have you rested?" Ji Qian asked intentionally.

"Hmm..." Song Zhen stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, just when Ji Qian thought he was going to lie to him, he added, "I'm downstairs, I sat in the car for a while."

"Are you in a bad mood?" Ji Qian keenly caught something.

There is a joke on the Internet that why men like to sit in the car for a while after parking, it is because, only at that moment, the man belongs to himself.

At work, men belong to work; at home, men are fathers, sons, and husbands.

Every moment a man has to play a different role, only this short stop in the car, the man belongs to himself.

In a dark, independent, closed small space, light a cigarette, clear your mind, or don't want to let yourself go, let your tired soul take a short rest.

Ji Qian felt that it wasn't just men, women were the same.

She really likes to drive alone. When she gets off the car, she also likes to listen to the unfinished songs on the radio. At that moment, it seems that she finally doesn't have to be so exhausted. It seems that as long as you want, you can be quiet and wanton. Enjoy, or waste.

What a waste, what a luxury.

"Mr. Song? Did I make you think about life?" She sat up straight and asked with a smile.

The backlog of emotions in Song Zhen's heart seemed to be infected by her brisk tone, and she became more relaxed.

"It's nothing, I'll be fine as soon as I hear your voice." He loosened his seat belt, got out of the car, and locked the door. "I'm going to get into the elevator right away. I'll call you when I get home?"

"Yeah!" Ji Qian was very happy.

Song Zhen raised her eyebrows, usually she had to hang up the phone, even if she said she would call right away, she was extremely reluctant, why was she so straightforward this time?

Just then, he heard a dog barking on the phone.

Then there was a click, and the phone hung up, as if trying to cover up something.

A very bold guess suddenly appeared in his mind, and he immediately pressed the elevator, wishing he could arrive home at the speed of a rocket launch.

He actually wasted nearly ten minutes in the car just now!Damn it!

Song Zhen couldn't help regretting, seeing the ever-changing elevator numbers, her steady heart beat uncontrollably.

15, 16, 17.

Ding!
The elevator finally arrived.

Before the door was opened, Song Zhen stepped out from inside.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he felt a gust of warm wind blowing, a shadow flashed in the corner of his eyes, and then, he covered his eyes with his hands.

He held her wrist as if he had eyes on the back of his head, and pulled the rushing person into his arms with all his strength, then wrapped his arms around the slender waist and turned around, pressing the person directly against the wall next to the elevator Go up, and kiss her directly without saying a word.

Ji Qian's eyes widened. Why is this different from the script?
What she clearly imagined was that she blindfolded him, and then he was caught by him who was vigilant, and then he widened his eyes in astonishment, was stunned by his sudden appearance, was full of surprises, cried with joy, and so on...

In short, it is definitely not the way it is now.

As if to punish her for thinking wildly and not paying attention, Song Zhen even bit her on purpose.

Ji Qian frowned in pain, her teeth clenched, and he drove straight in, enjoying her sweetness.

The palm of his hand was like a soldering iron, drawing her closer to him.

After a long time, until he kissed her until she was out of breath, and both of them were breathing heavily, he reluctantly lifted the tip of her tongue and let it go slowly.

The two of them pressed their lips and teeth together, entwining their noses with lustful breaths.

"Jissie..." His voice became very magnetic, making it even more sexy.

Ji Qian pressed against him tightly, and could clearly feel the changes in his body. She blushed and wanted to say something, but her lips pressed against his lips, not daring to move rashly, for fear of getting angry again if she was not careful.

As if feeling her tension, he couldn't help reaching out and pulling her into his arms.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

Ji Qian hugged his waist tightly, and was about to answer, but smelled a scent that seemed to be there.

It's a strange smell, a little familiar, like... like the natural smell of some kind of plant.

She suddenly stretched out her hand to push Song Zhen away, her eyebrows were raised upright, her almond eyes were wide open, "Where does the smell on your body come from!?"

(End of this chapter)