The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 301 Ji Qian procrastinated, Zhi Xian had an accident

"Put me down, I'll go to the next door to wash up, and bring the pajamas here by the way." Ji Qian said.

"I have spare towels and toothbrushes here." Song Zhen dismissed her thoughts.

"Oh..." Ji Qian tilted her head to look at him, and asked with a smile, "Are you afraid that I will run away?"

"I'm afraid you'll disturb others." Song Zhen rinsed the brand new toothbrush under hot water, squeezed toothpaste on it, and handed it to her.

"How do you know Xiaolou is next door?" Ji Qian raised her head and looked at him in surprise.

"Guess, when you called me earlier, you vaguely heard Xiaolou's voice, and Mao Mao, you didn't bring it here, which means someone took care of it." Song Zhen couldn't help smiling when she saw her dazed appearance, and pulled Picking up her hand and putting the toothbrush into her palm, "Why are you in a daze, brush your teeth."

Ji Qian blinked, looked at the toothbrush in her hand, then looked up at Song Zhen, her heart moved, she couldn't help but tiptoed to touch his cheek.

Of course, the kiss actually fell on his beard.

She immediately turned around, started brushing her teeth in front of the mirror, pursed her lips, sucked her brush head in her mouth, and there was an uncontrollable smile on the corners of her brows and eyes.

The eyes can't help but glance at Song Zhen, and a little dodge, it's all sweet.

"What are you laughing at, little fool." Song Zhen didn't know what she was laughing at, but she was in a good mood, and opened the storage cabinet under the washstand to get her a brand new towel.

Ji Qian pursed her mouth full of foam and did not speak, she was still silly and even hummed a song.

Song Zhen couldn't help but find it funny when she heard her humming. She put the towel on the table and looked at her like that.

Ji Qian saw Song Zhen looking at her from the mirror, her body froze immediately, and the out-of-melody singing stopped abruptly.

Looking at his stupid face full of foam in the mirror, he was a little embarrassed and said vaguely: "Oh, go, I'm brushing my teeth..."

It's ugly, she doesn't want Song Zhen to see her like this.

Lowering her head, she immediately spit out the foam in her mouth.

Who knew that when she looked up, she saw Song Zhen looking at her in the mirror with a half-smile.

"It's not ugly at all." Song Zhen said as if he had insight into the embarrassment in her heart.

Then he pressed her shoulder and turned around, reached out and wiped the foam at the corner of her mouth with his thumb, as if on purpose, he didn't wipe it off, but let the foam go to her face.

"It's cute." He smiled suddenly.

Ji Qian's face immediately turned red, and then she turned into anger, turned around and pushed him, "Get out, get out!"

This man is too bad!
Song Zhen laughed, seeing that she looked like a little fighting cock, and stopped provoking her, and walked out of the bathroom door.

Ji Qian stared at his back, then muttered duplicity that she was so annoyed, turned around and grabbed the cup, took a big sip of water, gurgled it in her mouth, and then spit it out.

That aura seemed to take the water as Song Zhen to vent his anger.

After vomiting back and forth a few times, she finally cleaned the foam in her mouth. She grabbed a towel and wiped the corners of her mouth. For some reason, she looked at herself puffed up in the mirror, and suddenly wanted to laugh, and then she did.

Two people are tired of being together, they obviously haven't done anything, but they are full of happiness in their hearts. Is this the so-called happiness?

Ji Qian didn't know, but she hoped that time would stop at this moment.

After washing, she walked towards the living room. Song Zhen stood up from the sofa, pointed to the lighted bedroom and said, "I put your clothes on the bedside table for you. I'll go wash up."

"Yeah." Ji Qian nodded, and was about to go to the bedroom, but Song Zhen, who was walking towards her, hugged her and pressed a kiss on her head before she was willing to let her go.

Looking at the back of the man walking towards the bathroom, Ji Qian couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

Then she turned and walked towards the bedroom.

The bedroom is the same size as the bedroom next door to her, with the same layout and orientation, the only difference is the decoration style.

The decoration style of Song Zhen's bedroom is simple and elegant, mainly in black and white tones.

Ji Qian saw the big bed that occupied most of the bedroom at a glance.

The black and white striped quilt was spread flat on the bed, meticulously covering the bed completely, and it fit perfectly, just like Song Zhen's personality - rigorous and coquettish.

There is a lamp and two books on the bedside table on the left, and the books are also neatly arranged. It can only be judged by the brown ribbon exposed at the end of the bookmark that the owner should be flipping through it.

There is a piece of clothing on the nightstand on the right, folded like a shopping mall.

Ji Qian walked towards the bedside table on the right, and Song Zhen's wardrobe was on her right.

Driven by curiosity, she couldn't help pushing open the closet door, and then she was shocked.

Song Zhen's clothes are neatly sized according to the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the jacket is separated from the trousers, inner layer and jacket. As for the hanging clothes, they are changed from light to dark according to the color change. In short, the visual effect is very shocking.

This is... obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?
Ji Qian couldn't help swallowing her saliva, thinking of the layers of clothes thrown around in her closet, she felt ashamed and quickly closed the closet door.

Had she known this was the case, she would not have opened it.

Sure enough, do not see evil, and now that I see it, how can I call her a woman who looks like a woman but is a rough guy inside?

He hurriedly walked to the bedside table, took out the clothes on it, and shook it open to see that it turned out to be a white men's pure cotton T-shirt.

Song Zhen was already tall, and coupled with the difference in body shape between men and women, Ji Qian gestured to her body, and it really could be worn as a nightgown...

But why not a shirt?
Why can't Song Zhen know how to play with the romantic stalk of wearing a boyfriend's shirt?
She complained in her heart, but her movements were not slow. She turned around and closed the bedroom door, and quickly changed her clothes.

I have to say that T-shirts are actually more comfortable than shirts. One is that they are made of pure cotton, and the other is that you don’t have to worry about your neck being pinched by the collar when you sleep.

Picking up the clothes and smelling them, there seemed to be a faint fragrance of laundry detergent, which smelled very comfortable.

She raised her lips and smiled, then reopened the bedroom door, and walked towards the balcony outside the bedroom.

The balconies of the two houses are side by side, separated by a distance of about 1.5 meters, Ji Qian placed a wobbly birdcage seat on her balcony, which can be seen clearly from Song Zhen's side.

As for Song Zhen's balcony, it was empty and there was nothing.

Ji Qian leaned on the railing, tilted her head and thought, can I add a balcony lounge chair to Song Zhen, so that Song Zhen can read here in the future, and she can see him from her balcony?
When Song Zhen entered the door, she saw her lying under the balcony railing. She was wearing a T-shirt, which looked like a sports T-shirt skirt, which was quite smart and playful.

At this moment, she tilted her head and frowned slightly, her expression was a little innocent and cute, as if she was thinking about something.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, hugging her from behind.

Ji Qian was in a trance when she was hugged suddenly by him, her body froze at first, then she smelled the familiar and reassuring breath on his body, she immediately relaxed, and moved back into his arms.

"I was wondering why you didn't install a lounge chair here? So you sit here and read a book, and I can see you on the balcony over there."

"Leisure chairs?" Song Zhen smiled, "Why not two?"

"Huh?" She was puzzled.

"Wouldn't it be better to just sit opposite me and watch it face to face?"

Ji Qian blushed, why was she so stupid to watch from her balcony?
"Want to watch it now?" Song Zhen asked again, turning the person in his arms around.

Ji Qian lowered her head and buried her head in his chest.

So embarrassing!

Song Zhen directly bent down and picked her up horizontally, and carried him into the bedroom under her soft cry.

After being put on the bed, there was no movement for a long time. Then Ji Qian tentatively opened her eyes, and she met Song Zhen's smiling eyes.

She subconsciously wanted to close her eyes again, but Song Zhen pinched her face and said with a smile, "I'm not kidding you anymore, I have to go to work tomorrow, and you, I didn't ask you just now, why did you come back?"

While talking, he helped her cover the quilt, very appropriate and thoughtful.

Ji Qian moved in his direction, and put her arms around his waist, "Tomorrow, I'm going to shoot a public service advertisement for the National Day file, so I'm rushing back, and I have to get up early."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but yawned.

Indeed, running back and forth, even if she has a wicked heart, is more than enough.

Just laying down now, hugging his comfortable human-shaped pillow, sleepiness hit him immediately.

"When are you leaving?" Song Zhen kissed her forehead, smelling the fragrance of her hair, but was even more reluctant.

"The day after tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a whole day. There are not many shots. I should be able to finish the filming. At most, it will delay the morning of the day after tomorrow, and then I have to go."

Then she yawned and found a comfortable sleeping position.

"Song Zhen..." she shouted, her brain was a little sluggish in sleepiness, but she didn't dare to forget her real purpose for coming to find Song Zhen.

These days, she and Song Zhen called Song Zhen without mentioning anything about her father Ji Duo, but in fact, it was because of this that she went to Song Zhen the night she entered the hospital.

And Song Zhen said on the phone before that she would take him to see her father, but she never mentioned such a thing again. Ji Qian vaguely felt that Song Zhen might have deliberately avoided this matter just like her. matter.

But Ji Qian knew very well in her heart that some things cannot be avoided no matter what.

So when she came back today, she actually wanted to make this matter clear.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhen asked, stroking her back.

Ji Qian's words got stuck in her throat, and she retreated in her heart.

Or, tomorrow, let’s talk tomorrow.

"No, it's okay..." she said, and then she felt that this was too fake, she quickly raised her head, and said half truth, "When will you shave your beard?"

In order to divert Song Zhen's insight into people's hearts, she stretched out a hand and pulled his beard, pouted and complained: "It's so itchy, I always kiss you on the beard."

Song Zhen grabbed her hand and asked with a smile, "Why don't you shave me?"

"Me?" Ji Qian was a little surprised, but her eyes were almost too sleepy to open, and she muttered dissatisfiedly: "You just don't want to shave..."

Song Zhen laughed, "It's too late, go to sleep."

"Good night," she replied.

Seeing her peaceful sleeping face, Song Zhen couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed her.

This silly girl, with everything written on her face, is really...

When Ji Qian finally gave up and adopted a delaying policy to fall into a sweet dream, on the same night, Han Zhixian experienced a nightmare in her life.

At this moment, Han Zhixian was dragged by Li Yao to the front courtyard of the villa.

She was delirious, her legs and feet were also weak, and she couldn't lift half of her strength, but her body was hot.

If Li Yao let go right now, she would definitely slide on the ground like a puddle of mud.

Although she had never experienced it before, Han Zhixian knew that she had been drugged.

"Han Zhixian?" Li Yao couldn't help shouting.

Han Zhixian looked at him when he heard the words, and there was undisguised disgust in the misty eyes at that moment, but the disgust was fleeting because she was no longer awake.

And the instinct of the body made her grasp the straw in front of her eyes.

At this moment, the two had already reached the parking lot. Li Yao's assistant, Jiang Junwen, took back the key from the waiter, and immediately opened the door behind the Maybach.

"Watch it." Li Yao bent down and put Han Zhixian into the back seat. Just as he put her down, before he could let go, he was brought down by the delirious person.

Hey!
Li Yao propped up his body with his hands, retracted his feet, and pulled the car door sideways, and the door slammed into it, as if he was in a destructive anger at the moment.

(End of this chapter)