Great Detective, Your Wife is Jealous Again!

Have you met her

In the absence of stars, that rainy night

Dark red nails

Silk tobacco, lingering and burning to the roots of the fingers

If you come up to talk

She curls her lips and has a slightly ironic look

The shoulders are flat and elegant

Stroking my long hair in my arms, smiling at this passerby

She sings by herself, her voice is too rough

Maybe it's waiting for someone to come and

But the wind is also silent

Across the Tianhe River, there is a lonely dark fire

She only has a little bit of red wine

Over my throat, my lips and tongue are dumb

Love me deep, this loves me deep

The woman holding me

Beauty is her unique talent

Time is her lover

So please tell her, don’t let the tear glands collapse

Crying will give birth to scars

I would like to engrave her palm prints

Also used as a new niche for my soul

Before the day was completely bright, Chu Shian was awakened by the singing next door. A hoarse and lazy female voice sang the same song over and over again. The sound was like tapping the heart lightly with something, making me melancholy. Calm, the person who had gotten up should have kicked the door with a dark face, but this time he didn't. Instead, he sat on the bedside with a pillow and listened quietly until the voice became weaker and weaker and then disappeared. NS.

"Meow~" Little Mao Tuan nestled on the head of the bed, yelled softly and stretched his paw, then tilted his head and looked at Chu Shian with wet eyes unblinking. With a soft eye, Chu Shian stretched out his hand to hug it tightly, rubbing the hair ball in his arms vigorously, and the little hair ball was dissatisfied and wanted to bite her hand. Yesterday, I waited until dark, but the little girl who entrusted her to find the cat still didn't come. Was it because of the delay or the child's disposition. When she encountered something more interesting, she forgot about this little guy. Chu Shian shook his head helplessly, lowered his head and stretched out his hand to pinch the ears of the little hairball that was rolling in her arms: "You, may stay with me for a few more days."

Chu Shian is often alone at home. After getting up in the morning to wash, he always wears a vest casually and goes downstairs. When she reached the top of the stairs, she smelled the scent of fried eggs and ham, and she swallowed subconsciously. The beautiful woman downstairs wearing an apron and humming a song just happened to put the two breakfasts just made on the table, then looked up at Chu Shian, raised her lips and smiled gently: "Morning, come down for breakfast."

This woman really treats this place as her own home, Chu Shian quietly complained, but there was still a strange warmth in her heart. It seems that it hasn't been like this for a long time, and no one told her early, calling her to have breakfast. In fact, it feels pretty good.

Although he was very satisfied with An Shijin from the bottom of his heart, Chu Shian still had a cold look on his face, and softly replied, "Morning." He went downstairs to burn incense to the laughing Buddha enshrined in the corner. An Shijin unbuttoned his apron, leaned against the dining table with his chest, his eyes followed Chu Shian's movements, and made a few turns on the laughing Buddha. She raised her eyebrows and the corners of her lips smiled somewhat ironically: "Believe in Buddhism." "I didn't believe it before." Chu Shian inserted the lighted incense into the incense burner, and then went to the kitchen to wash his hands. "Meaning, I believe it now." An Shijin opened the chair and brought two cups of milk over. "No, I still don't believe it." Chu Shian wiped his hands and sat at the table. Although I didn't believe it, the incense in front of the Buddha was still lit every day.

"I've seen people invite Guanyin, Buddha, Guan Yu, but I rarely see anyone at home to laugh at Buddha." An Shijin held up a knife and fork, and glanced at the smiling Buddha in the corner of the wall whose grinning eyes were almost gone. "Very good, doesn't it look like he is smiling and very happy." Chu Shian didn't lift his head, eating the food on the plate carefully and religiously, and answered casually. "There is a small wooden sign in front of the incense burner. I saw a name engraved on it. Is it your family?" An Shijin smiled lazily at the corners of his lips, but he kept staring at Chu Shian, as if he didn't want to miss her. Any subtle expressions.

Chu Shian's eyes were stunned, and the hand holding the knife and fork tightened, but he recovered in an instant, and his tone was calm but he answered earnestly: "I pray for a friend. Fortunately, I made a wooden plaque and placed it in front of the Buddha. If you want it, I will carve one for you to keep it safe." "Forget it, I don’t believe in the Buddha. I’ll wait for my death someday. Put it up for me." An Shijin shook his head, his eyes fell on the terrifying scar on Chu Shian's neck little by little.

The rain that had fallen for nearly ten days finally stopped, and the long-lost sun also lazily climbed up to the sky, and there was a lot of laughter in the alley.

An Shijin was wearing a long skirt and sitting on the floor in an extremely indecent posture, sorting out the mountains of files, and a thin layer of sweat gradually formed on his fair skin. Chu Shian sat cross-legged across from her, flipping through the documents while recording. An Shijin raised his hand to wipe his sweat, and his eyes fell on the person opposite.

Chu Shian sat against the sun, slightly lowered his head while biting his pen, while reading the documents in his hand intently. Fucked his brows lightly, and under the long and slightly curled eyelashes were light and clear eyes. Under the sunlight, the white skin looked a little transparent, but it added a somewhat hazy beauty. The slightly thin shoulders and the delicate, soft and heroic face are very attractive.

Maybe it’s a ghost, maybe it’s a little dizzy from the sun, An Shijin tilted his head slightly and looked at Chu Shian seriously and blurted out: "Do you have a girlfriend?" After saying that, An Shijin was a little annoyed, no matter what. No matter how you look at her, this question seems weird and rude. "What are you talking about." Fortunately, Chu Shian didn't hear her question clearly. The mind of the person who had just awakened from his thoughts was still disconnecting, and her eyes were dim and a little confused, making her look like she didn't have the coldness. Temperament, a bit more stupid.

As soon as An Shijin wanted to say something, the phone on the desk rang in time. Chu Shian answered the phone, lowered his head slightly, and answered each sentence in a calm and confident tone. An Shijin leaned back, squinted lazily, and stretched his aching back. It seems that there is business today.

"It's not convenient for guests to come here. Go to the city to meet her in the afternoon." Chu Shian hung up the phone and turned to An Shijin. The expression on his white face remained unchanged, except that the dark pupils contracted slightly. For a moment. An Shijin suddenly felt a little subtle in her heart, she should be unhappy with this business. "Put these files on the bookshelf first, and organize them later when you have time." Chu Shian inspected the files piled on the floor and made a decisive decision.

"Ah." The person who stood up holding the document was numb after sitting for a long time, and his body almost fell down. Chu Shian quickly stretched out his hand to support her, holding her waist with one hand, and saw the person half resting in her arms. , Her face was pale with cold sweat dripping down, her teeth bit her red lips lightly, a look of reluctance. Chu Shian helped her and asked softly, "How is it? Where did it hurt." "Ankle... Ankle has been smashed." An Shijin gritted his teeth and popped these words out of his teeth, leaning completely against him. In Chu Shian's arms, her hands were a little weak, and her shoulders slowly slipped to her chest.

Chu Shian half hugged and half supported, moved An Shijin to the sofa, and softly comforted: "It's okay, I have medicinal wine upstairs, I will bring it to you." In his low tone, he frowned slightly with worry. His small eyes are simply tempting. An Shijin nodded weakly, biting her lip, a thin mist in her eyes, and a pitiful look, but she squeezed her hand on Chu Shian's chest several times.

Although Chu Shian was a bit embarrassed, when she caught it at will because of too much pain, she moved away and went upstairs to get medicated wine. An Shijin squinted slightly and watched her go upstairs. Suddenly a successful smile appeared on her pale face, like a fox that had eaten a chicken. She put her hand to her nose and sniffed. The faint scent lingers at the fingertips, it's so fragrant. But she didn't feel complacent for long, and the pain in her leg attracted her attention. A few puffy cold sweats slowly slipped from the corner of her forehead. An Shijin was really painful. She didn't intentionally slap her feet to take advantage.

An Shijin leaned on the sofa cushion, her skirt was pulled to her knees, and her right foot rested on Chu Shian's lap. An Shijin’s legs are beautiful, white and slender, without any extra muscles, slender calves are well-proportioned and tight, giving off a seductive luster, and toes are well-proportioned and crystal-clear, and the proportions are perfect, except that the ankle is red and swollen. Chu Shian lowered his head, his slender fingers with well-defined joints were stained with light yellow liquor, and slowly and gently massaged An Shijin's ankles.

The woman lying on her back frowned and snorted, her delicate and white face showed a bit of pain, biting her lip and frowning slightly. After a while, the effect of the medicinal liquor began to evaporate. After the initial pain passed, the ankle slowly became warm, and with Chu Shian's high-tech massage, the original intense pain was slowly replaced by the burning and a hint of pleasure/sensation. . "Yeah..." An Shijin groaned/groaned softly as she watched Chu Shian's hand moving on her foot. Her red lips were slightly opened, her eyes blurred.

Chu Shian's body trembled. Why did she feel that the woman's shouting pain became more and more strange, making her feel like her heart was pounding. The person who gave An Shi's massage with an indifferent and serious expression, the white and small earlobes became blushed little by little. I really couldn't stand it anymore, Chu Shian coughed lightly, put An Shijin's feet down, and the person who was enjoying himself looked up in confusion: "Don't press it anymore." "It's almost done. I'm going to see the client at night. I'm going to take you there, but you hurt your foot. Just stay here and don't go out."

"I'll go with you. How could I slow down on the first day of work. I think your pressing is very effective. Now it doesn't hurt that much. You can press it again for me. It will be fine after a while." Looking at Chu Shian pleadingly, her slightly frowning eyebrows paired with the blurred and teary peach eyes, it made people unbearable to refuse. But Chu Shian didn't seem to eat this set. He stood up and went to the kitchen to wash his hands. His face was indifferent, and he was not bewildered by An Shijin at all: "Press it yourself, I have something to do."

An Shijin didn't say anything, holding the medicated wine, slowly rubbing his ankles. It was just that his eyes were cast from time to time on Chu Shian, who was sitting on the office chair, writing something seriously. The little hair ball, who had been sleeping for most of the day, was lying on the desk, snoring and snoring, and his hairy tail swept Chu Shian's hand over and over again.