The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 369 Dismemberment? (three more)

"Haha?" Fei Li couldn't help but turned her head to look at the two of them.

Ji Qian's thinking jumped to the ID "ZX" again, and she couldn't help asking, "Is ZX 'Zhen Qian'?"

Song Zhen pressed her head into his arms and remained silent.

"Treasure! Cherish?" Feili was still a little out of sorts.

Ji Qian's muffled voice came from Song Zhen's chest, "No, that vest is him!"

Although it was very difficult to recognize Ji Qian's voice, Feili understood it, her jaw dropped in shock for a moment, and then she turned her head away as if she didn't see or hear anything.

But secretly slandered in her heart: Ji Qian's family is too boring!

"Well, my stomach hurts." Ji Qian snorted, and as expected, Song Zhen quickly let her go.

She immediately smiled like a flower, "Hey, soldiers never tire of cheating, Song Zhen, you are so—"

too what?
Before she finished speaking, Ji Qian's voice was drowned in Song Zhen's fiery lips.

Fei Li, who was sitting in front, accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror, immediately blindfolded, and thought: Do not look at evil!Otherwise, there will be a needle eye!

Ding Jingbiao, on the other hand, was completely indifferent, with one expression from beginning to end, reducing his sense of existence to the extreme.

In a blink of an eye, several people returned to the hotel.

Fei Li threw the medicine to treat the abrasions directly to Song Zhen, a caring and thoughtful intelligent assistant, and left. She didn't want to stay and be a light bulb. She had eaten enough dog food in the car, and if she ate any more, she would be killed. It broke.

But when she returned to the room, she remembered that apart from the Weibo matter, there was one more thing she hadn't told Ji Qian.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and send Ji Qian a wechat message.

[Fei Dameier: This is the film shot yesterday, see which ones you like, I will let them refine them, and let me know if it fits. 】

[Ji Qianxi: Got it! 】

At the same time, Ji Qian also posted a particularly sunny and happy Erha gif, calmly bringing up Fei Li's memory of the "ZX" avatar, and invisibly sprinkled another handful of dog food.

【Beautiful Fei: Go to hell. 】

[Ji Qianxi: No, how could I be willing to make you cry. 】

【Beautiful Fei: What the hell! 】

[Ji Qianxi: I'm dead, why don't you cry to death? 】

Fei Li originally wanted to reply her with the word "fuck", but thought of Ji Qian's provocative character, so she forgot it, and simply pretended not to see it, and directly threw her the link to view the photo, and then pretended to be dead.

Ji Qian stopped teasing her and clicked on the link seriously.

She was lying on the bed with a pillow on her calf, her feet stretched out, drying her freshly smeared ankle.

"Song Zhen, come and help me choose photos!" she shouted.

Song Zhen came over with a cup of brown sugar water, "The temperature is just right, drink the sugar water first."

"Oh," she took it with a smile. Although she usually doesn't drink water after nine o'clock, this is not a special period, and Song Zhen is so kind that she drank it all immediately.

Afterwards, she put the cup on the bedside table, moved her body, and wanted to get closer to Song Zhen who had just gone to bed.

Seeing her clumsy movements, Song Zhen couldn't help being a little amused, and leaned over her.

This girl is more and more fond of clinging to him.

Looking at the two bluish-white curls on top of her head, he couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed her, and then saw her holding up her mobile phone and saying, "Come and see for me!"

These photos were selected by the photographer, and they were basically considered to be very good ones, but of course the ones she thought were the most beautiful were selected for publicity purposes.

Song Zhen leaned against the head of the bed, she nestled in Song Zhen's arms, the two looked at the phone together, the room was quiet, indescribably warm and sweet.

"Does this look good?"

"Or this one?"

"This face is a bit round, and there are neck lines, no."

"This one, the background behind it is so clean, how about it?"

……

From time to time, Ji Qian's voice sounded in the room, happy, confused, disgusted, entangled... Song Zhen hugged the little man in his arms, thinking that the best time was just like that.

He responded from time to time, but in his eyes, Ji Qian was the most beautiful in any photo, so that Ji Xi didn't get any effective advice from him at all.

"Can you take a closer look, Comrade Song, your straight male cancer is too serious, how can these photos be equally good? Come on, help me choose carefully!" Ji Qian had just finished complaining, and she slid her finger, and the result—— The photos are gone.

Before she knew it, she had finished the selection!
"Forget it, I can't count on you anymore, I..." Ji Qian was about to say something, but the phone was taken away by the man behind her, she immediately turned her head to look at him in doubt, and saw him flipping through the photos with his fingers.

The corners of her lips curled up involuntarily. Is Song Zhen going to pick a photo for herself?

Unexpectedly, Song Zhen's hands were very fast, and his fingers kept sliding, and he even browsed through all the photos in a short while.

"Any other pictures?" he asked.

Ji Qian's smile froze immediately, her cheeks puffed up, "You said it just now, don't you think you can't even look at a picture now?"

"What are you talking about? Just ask." Song Zhen pinched her face involuntarily.

Ji Qian quickly grabbed his hand to stop him from making trouble, and grinned, "Be honest, or I'll bite you!"

Song Zhen couldn't help laughing, and then handed her the phone, "It's just weird, the photographer took pictures of your face for a long time that day, but in the end there wasn't even a close-up of your face, did you notice?"

Hearing his mention, Ji Qian recalled for a while, but there really wasn't a close-up photo of her face.

"I'll ask Fei Li." She immediately communicated with Fei Li on WeChat.

Song Zhen couldn't help but frowned. He first noticed the photographer that day because of the expression on the photographer's face.

That kind of intoxicated and satisfied look, as if seeing something very interesting.

As a man, Song Zhen was very sensitive to that kind of gaze, and immediately felt uncomfortable.

But he knows that photographers are generally like this, because how can they take fascinating photos without staring at the beauties in their lens with fascination?

But it was precisely because of this attention that he realized that the camera was always focusing on Ji Qian's face, not her whole body.

This is how Feili went to negotiate later.

"Fei Li replied to me, but the other party said that they didn't take a good picture of the face, and they were afraid they would smash the signboard, so they didn't give it back." Ji Qian looked at the phone and replied.

Song Zhen couldn't help frowning when he heard the words, always feeling that something was wrong.

After shooting for a long time, there is not a single photo taken well?
He would rather believe that the photographer withheld the photos on purpose not to send them to Ji Qian, but why?

Ji Qian was also puzzled, "I remembered when you said that. In order to ensure the effect at the shooting site that day, the photos taken would be transmitted to the computer next to me at the first time. I even took a look at the photos during my break. , There is a very good close-up, and the person in charge of monitoring the computer told me that this one will definitely be selected.”

"What kind of photo?"

"Well, how should I put it, she is very beautiful! Haha, your daughter-in-law is so beautiful that it is hard to give up, what should I do?" Ji Qian was a little elated.

"Tell you something serious." It was rare for Song Zhen not to let her make trouble.

Ji Qian also realized that Song Zhen's attitude was a bit too cautious and strange, so she couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

"Describe that photo to me."

"It's my face... Oh, by the way, there are tears in that photo. I dripped eye drops when I took the photo, and deliberately created a sad and moving temperament. Well, that's it."

Song Zhen immediately supported her by the shoulders and let her lean against the head of the bed, then lifted the quilt and got up, grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table and went to the living room of the suite.

What's going on here?
With doubts on her face, Ji Qian couldn't help raising her legs, stuffed her smeared feet into the slippers, and approached the door lightly.

Song Zhen didn't deliberately avoid her, so she could clearly hear his voice on the phone.

"Hands, arms, neck, beautiful butt, small waist, feet, Bob, if this is a human being, what do you think is worse?"

I didn't know what was answered on the other end of the phone, but Ji Qian shuddered when she heard it. She picked out these things and talked about them separately. Why did it feel like she was dismembering a corpse!

"Yes, head and legs, this man is short of head and legs."

Ji Qian couldn't help shivering, Mom, it's too bloody, she'd better go back to sleep.

She decided that she should stay away from Song Zhen's case, because if she heard too much, she would have nightmares.

As a result, as soon as he was lying on the bed, his whole body trembled. "This person" is still short of a head. Could it be that that head is the one on his neck?
"Ah!" Something slapped her on the back suddenly, and she screamed violently, startled.

He looked up and saw Song Zhen's handsome face, and immediately threw himself into his arms, but his heartbeat couldn't slow down, and his hoarse voice was trembling a little, "Song Zhen, what were you talking on the phone just now? Why does it sound so scary?" ? What head?"

She stared at him with wide eyes, a little scared and frightened.

(End of this chapter)