I love you, Mr.Commander

After patting the door and walking up the steps, Ling Annan said a few words to the sales manager who just came out to do business. Inadvertently, he turned back and saw that Mu Li's car was still in place.

The window was closed and the inside could not be seen clearly. After the sales manager left, he took two steps towards the hall and suddenly stopped. He seemed to think of something. He quickly walked down the steps and walked around to the side of the driver's seat.

After passing the windshield, he caught a glimpse of Mu Li pulling something out of his small arm. He didn't see it clearly. Ling Annan looked at him and pulled the handle hard to find that the car was locked.

"Open the door." He slammed the window and wished he could break the glass.

Muli put down half the window and saw that it was him, with one hand still in his coat pocket: "don't say you miss me."

At this time, Ling Annan is not in the mood to joke with him.

"What's in your pocket?" Ling Annan's clenched eyes fixed on him and frowned. He didn't believe he was wrong just now, although another voice in his heart shouted that he would rather have made a wrong judgment.

Mu Li took out his lighter and played with it in the palm of his hand. He hit the fire and put it out: "you want to smoke a cigarette. It's time for you to come."

"Impossible." Ling an Nan went over the window to grab his arm. "Show me your arm."

No matter how fast he was, Mu Li avoided Ling Annan's movements as soon as the man dodged. Mu Li grabbed Ling Annan's wrist with his backhand and threw it out of the window: "what's wrong with you? It's changed."

Ling Annan wanted to reach out again. The tips of his five fingers poked at the raised glass surface. He made an effort. It must hurt deeply.

He didn't care. He drilled into the gap with his other hand and pressed the edge moving up. He saw that it would be squeezed.

When the slender fingers touched the upper end, the glass suddenly stood still.

"Crazy." Mu Li acted in time. After the window was put down again, Ling Annan pulled out his hand and almost gave up. He didn't move again this time. His scanning eyes seemed to want to find a pinhole in Mu Li's arm, but it was too small to be recognized. It might have happened to be seen by him.

Ling Annan still didn't give up. Mu Li saw through it at a glance, threw a cigarette, slipped away the lighter, took back his hand and lit one for himself. Thin lips spit out smoke, curling up and dispersing in the narrow space. A man's eyes are more and more profound and can't be explored: "if you have something to say, you'll linger when."

Ling Annan looked down at the smoke star. He didn't smoke at all. He looked up at Mu Li: "what you just put away won't be something to hide."

This tone, is 10000 can not be sure.

What kind of person is mu Li? He knows better than anyone and catches unclean things?

Joke, impossible.

But the young playmate who borrowed money described the situation too realistically. He remembered a moment he saw in the resort, from Mu Li's eyes to a touch of unusual. Plus the beating incident, it's not difficult to bring these things together as long as you associate them a little.

The more you don't want it, the more likely it is to happen. He has always been more alert to danger signals than others. I believe that if it was him, Mu Li would definitely be able to detect the wrong.

"You're not my wife. Do you have to be honest with you?" Mu Li smiled, but there was no smile at the corners of his mouth. The smoke inhaled from his lungs seemed to ignite a just extinguished flame, and the oxygen in his chest was being consumed a little.

Ling Annan believes that he has something to hide, but he knows better that if he doesn't want to say, it's useless for the gun to reach his heart.

The two people looked at each other with four eyes. For a moment, they exploded deeper doubts at the bottom of the pond. It was not easy to cover up in front of close people. He had been almost seen through by Lin Qing several times before.

Mu Li took back his sight, looked calm and spit out a smoke ring.

"Are you injecting?" Ling Annan was not sure whether he was running away. He simply said it bluntly.

"Injection?" Mu Li narrowed his eyes. In this way, he could not see any impact. His mood was as calm as the usual lake. He turned his head and was confused about Shangling Annan, "what injection?"

"I heard that a medicine has been imported from abroad recently. It's powerful. You shouldn't have anything to do with it?" He emphasized the words of medicine and understood the deep meaning. His sharp eyes didn't give people a chance to breathe. No matter how well he pretended, there would always be a time of exposure.

"You want to say, I brought it?" Mu Li was half joking and didn't answer positively.

"Mao. You haven't had an injection? "

"No."

"What did you stab your arm just now?" He pointed to his pocket.

"Prick your arm? You must be mistaken. " Mu Li saw that he didn't believe it. He threw everything in his pocket one by one in the co pilot's seat. Ling an Nanyue saw it clearly through half the carriage. There were no items similar to syringes at all.

"President Ling, can you let people go?" Pull on your seat belt.

Ling Annan stared at him. "You sweat so much on such a cold day."

Mu Li put out the smoke and started the engine. "The heating in the car is on."

The tire has a strong grip and flies away after drawing a perfect arc in front of Ling Annan.

When he's a fool, can't he tell whether the heating is on or not in the car?

Ling Annan shouted too late. He took a few steps. His action of taking out his mobile phone was interrupted: "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Why don't you go upstairs?"

Mo Xiaoxi held his hand and was immediately thrown away. Ling Annan was very upset at this time. No matter who he was, he didn't give a good face.

"Get out."

With a wave of his long arm, he pushed Mo Xiaoxi's shoulder and turned to pick up the steps. The heavy mind still stayed in the scene just seen in front of the car, and Ling Annan's face became more and more sinister.

What Mu Li pulled out from his forearm was a needle. He should have read it correctly.

It's better that he really thinks too much.

Muli found the needle from the sewing and threw it on the instrument panel. The liquid was injected. This is not the way. It's not easy for one to cheat. Ling Annan also became suspicious. He gently pinched the eyebrow bone and spread his heart with unprecedented fatigue.

After Lin Qing said goodbye to Lu Xiao, he waited for the man's car at the intersection. The heating in the car was fully opened, the door was closed, and a burst of cold air was rolled in. The alternation of cold and warm was uncomfortable.

Lin Qing took off her scarf and covered her hands. She soon warmed up. She saw the cigarette end in the ashtray, "smoking again."

A while ago, he kept saying he would quit smoking.

Mu Li glanced at the cigarette lighter beside the instrument panel without blinking: "Anan smoked it."

Lin Qing nodded and turned down the heating, which makes sense.

On the way home, he picked up his son. Orange threw his small schoolbag in the back seat. He sat on Lin Qing restlessly and felt it disorderly.

"Ah?" The little guy looked puzzled. Half of his body was sliding under the seat. Lin Qing got up with his two arms. He saw that there was something more in the palm of orange. It was made of plastic. Orange stretched out his hand under Lin Qing's eyes, "Mommy, this is a god horse?"

Lin Qing saw that it was the cover of a syringe needle.

She's not sure, at least it looks like.

"What do you think it looks like?" Lin Qing said and looked at Xiang Mu Li.

The man focused on driving. After hearing the sound and glancing back, he couldn't see half suspicious and worried, as if he had planned.

Orange pinched something on his finger and stared at it carefully: "the teacher showed us the picture. This is the cover of the injection thing."

Orange forgot what to say. She described it according to her image. Lin Qing knew half of it, just as she thought.

But why is there this in Muli's car?

"Mommy, did you get an injection?" Orange fully carries forward the spirit of asking questions.

"You asked daddy, why is there this in the car?"

Orange turned his head, "Daddy, did you secretly inject?"

Mu Li looked at his mother and son and drove through an intersection. The speed was stable. Generally, he couldn't see half a fluctuation with his calm look: "maybe someone else fell out of the car."

"Others?" Lin Qing frowned and wanted to ask.

The man held her hand and then took the initiative to hold it out: "a doctor took this car two days ago. I'm afraid he fell out at that time and didn't pay attention at that time."

"Doctor?" Lin Qing was distracted.

"An internal medicine director of the military region hospital, an acquaintance, got on the bus and chatted on the way."

It seems that this explanation makes sense. Lin Qing no doubt has him and throws the plastic cover into the ashtray.

But do doctors usually carry this kind of thing with them?

She didn't think deeply. Oranges entangled people tightly and tore away her thoughts.

Mu Li cleaned up the ashtray when he got off the bus, and the syringe was thrown into the roadside trash can before picking up Lin Qing. He didn't find the lid and knew he was still in the car.

Like a regular fried Dan tied in the body, no one knows when to detonate. Mu Li patted the door and looked up to see Lin Qing holding orange's hand waiting for him not far away.

He walked over in three or two steps, and Lin Qing reached out and pulled back to hold him.

The excited nerves were comforted. After sleeping in the middle of the night, Lin Qing suddenly woke up with nightmares. When she opened her eyes, she wiped the dream from her mind. She was sleepy and could not sleep for a long time.

Turning over to face the man, Lin Qing gently closed her eyes and touched the tip of her black fingers to his side face.

Mu Li closed his eyes and breathed heavily, hitting his heart every time. Lin Qingqi felt abnormal at first. When he met him, he opened his eyes like a sting.

With his fingers in the quilt, he was as hot as a stove.

Lin Qing, regardless of her weakness and fatigue, half got up and turned on the bedside lamp. The bright yellow light was dense and hazy in front of her. She clapped her face with both hands and tried to wake up. In her eyes, half of the handsome face of the man who was not buried in the pillow was surprisingly red.

"Mu Li?" Lin Qing stretched out his hand to push, but there was no response. She sniffed at the man's breath, burning as if to burn.

"Muli, do you hear me? You wake up. "

His whole body was as hot as fire. I'm afraid he had no consciousness for a long time, but he took her to take a bath before going to bed. It was nothing different at that time.

Lin Qing opened the quilt and went to the one person high cabinet to look for the medicine box, but several boxes of antipyretic drugs either finished or expired.

At two o'clock in the morning, the downstairs drugstore must be closed.

Lin Qing was so anxious that she had not seen him burn. She covered the man's sweaty forehead with a cold towel.

I took my temperature, nearly forty degrees.

Afraid of waking up her son, Lin Qing didn't go out of the bedroom. She went back to the head of the bed, picked up her cell phone, called out her address book and brightened her eyes.

Not long ago, orange had a fever. Later, Lu Xiao mentioned to Ling Annan that he gave Lin Qing a number. He said he was the most reliable private doctor in city a, and he was on call at two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Without hesitation, Lin Qing dialed the phone.

Soon, there was a real answer, and the voice was deeply sleepy: "hello?"

"Dr. Jiang, I'm sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night." Lin Qing briefly explained the situation on the phone. While calling, she kept changing towels for men. A pool of cold water soon turned into warm water. Her heart sank to the bottom of the valley. "Can you come now?"

"Address." The news of dressing came from the other end of the phone, crackling and overturning the things on the bedside table.