I love you, Mr.Commander

Holding hands, they walked slowly along the river. They walked very slowly. In retrospect, they rarely came out for a walk so leisurely.

Lin Qing got her arms into his coat and pulled them tight. She wrapped her neck tightly. On the contrary, the man only wore a sweater she had just knitted two days ago.

It can be seen from the stitches that the craft is a little rusty.

Five years ago, she could not knit a sweater. When she came to Britain, she could save. She still remembered that the first sweater was woven for oranges.

That one is really ugly.

After weaving this piece, Lin Qing carried it to the man in high spirits and asked how it was. The man didn't feel bad, so he caught it and put it on him.

Lin Qing stood still, took care of his collar, hung an ill fitting coat like a robe, and couldn't find his hands.

"How does your body feel?" Her hands stayed on the man's shoulders, pinched all the way to her forearms, and fell on his wrists. The man's hanging arms touched his thighs. She also touched them, "is there anything uncomfortable?"

The doctor said that only when you relax can you recover as soon as possible, otherwise Lin Qing won't drill into the riverside park in cold weather.

Mu Li pressed her restless palm and said, "go back."

Lin Qing nervously tightened: "uncomfortable?" She looked up and asked, "where?"

"It's uncomfortable." He simply pulled Lin Qing along the river embankment. He walked on the outside. A few steps away, down the steps is the river. Gradually in early winter, the river was shallow for several layers, exposing a pile of stones of different sizes in the riverbed.

"Go down." He added.

Lin Qing followed him down the stairs.

They sat on the last step for a long time. Lin Qing was wrapped in his hands and couldn't move. She looked back and saw the sign of Shuangxi garden in the residential area, which was impressively printed in the bottom of her eyes.

"Do you want to finish?" Lin Qing turned his head.

Muli picked up a stone and threw it into the middle of the river, causing water spray.

Lin Qing stared at his movements.

He picked up one and lost it.

Lin Qing frowned.

Another thud.

Lin Qing got up and was leaving.

"Come back."

His wrist was pinched. Lin Qing fell back and fell into his arms.

The man held her body firmly, like a hero in an idol drama. Lin Qing really wanted to ask, how old are you this year?

Mu Li's voice came from overhead: "don't you women like TV dramas that men do?"

"What?"

"As a good husband, you should firmly catch your wife."

Lin Qing laughed, pinched his cheek and pulled on both sides: "so?"

"If one day," he thought deeply and narrowed his eyes, "I can't catch you steadily."

"Then let me catch you firmly." Lin Qinghuan lived on his waist and rubbed it, "how about a good wife?"

The man grabbed her by the chin, got up and asked her to go back.

"I'm leaving now?" She followed Mu Li's steps, always tripped under her feet and kicked more than a dozen stones in a row.

The man didn't think she was walking slowly, so he picked her up and continued to walk: "you just touched it. You really want me to blow a cold wind here to put out the fire?"

"Pay attention to your health. The doctor said you should have a good rest."

"That's how I rest."

Orange is not at home. Where can he resist the man's tossing? Lin Qing sleeps in the middle of the night. When he hears the mobile phone ringing in his ear, his brain almost explodes.

A dozen arms to the side, a little cold, she opened her eyes and saw the bedside lamp on, the figure of the man appeared on the balcony.

Lin Qing sat up and answered the phone: "hello?"

"Is that Ms. Lin?"

After ah Zhi's incident, Lin Qing was more vigilant: "are you?"

"This is the police station." The strange male voice appeared on the receiver. This time, he listened to the exit kiss seriously. Lin Qing didn't expect to hear the following words, "there is a case. According to our investigation, the suspect may contact you. I hope you can contact us immediately after you get the clue."

Lin Qing was cold: "who?"

"Bai Xuan."

When Mu Li snuffed out the smoke and came back from the balcony, Lin Qinggang put down the phone.

"Mu Li." Lin Qing's expression was slightly distracted.

The man went to the head of the bed, sat down in front of her with a faint smell of tobacco, and put one hand on her side: "whose phone?"

"Bai Xuan." Lin Qingdun paused, apparently digesting the news he had just heard. After a long time, he said again, "she killed someone."

The man was obviously surprised. A sentence from Bai Xuan suddenly flashed in his mind about Chen Qudong.

Lin Qing's lips opened and closed, but her voice was not like that in her mouth. It was strange and distant: "we only met her today. You say, how could she?"

She didn't say any more and was pressed on her shoulder by a man.

"Who did she kill?" Mu Li's face was obviously low and dark.

"The house she rented not long ago is the landlord inside." Lin Qing recalled the description on the phone, "after that, she set fire to the house and dragged it until now."

It was probably suspected by the people in the house at the beginning. Today, Bai Xuan returned to the old building again and was caught before leaving. Only then did someone contact Bai Xuan with that matter.

Mu Li handed her a cup of hot water, but Lin Qing was still cold behind her. The man opened the quilt and lay beside her: "don't think about it. It's probably impossible to see her again in the future."

When Lin Qing saw the water cup, he thought of it. He took two tablets from the medicine bottle on the bedside table and stuffed them into the man's mouth. The edge of the cup was against his thin lip.

After drinking the medicine, she put down her glass and leaned against his chest before saying, "she always appears suddenly."

"I think Chen Qudong may also know about it." Mu Li frowned slightly and didn't say too much. After all, she was guessing, "besides, she is wanted now and can't dare to appear in public."

"Where's ah Chi?" Lin Qing looked up and looked at him through the hazy yellow light.

"Almost let him run away." Mu Li kissed her on the corner of her mouth, "don't think about it. Don't think about all this."

She looked worried and rubbed the back of her hand. Lin Qing was sleepless at this time: "I just suddenly thought that their daughter was only two years old. What should I do in the future?"

Mu Li patted her on the shoulder and didn't speak. Naturally, they didn't sleep all night.

The next day, Lin Qing's eyes were very dark. She stood in front of the mirror for a long time.

"Wife, son is still waiting for you." The man knocked at the door.

Orange jumped to the door and opened the door. When he saw Lin Qing's appearance, he nodded in face: "Mommy, it's so cool today."

Lin Qing took him back to the living room. The man followed him and put the nutrition in a fixed position.

After putting it away, he looked up and said, "Dad, mom."

Father Lin was not in the mood to read the newspaper again. He patted on the tea table, got up and left.

"Didn't you agree yesterday?" Seeing that he was turning over again, mother Lin quickly stopped him and leaned over to lower her voice.

Father Lin's face was unhappy: "who told you."

"It's not you, it's me." Lin's mother waved Lin Qing away. Lin Qing glanced at the man uneasily, and the man raised his lips.

Lin Qing responded with your well behaved eyes and followed her mother to the kitchen.

"Dad, I was wrong yesterday." The man admitted his mistake as soon as he opened his mouth.

Father Lin sat on the sofa and looked up: "where dare you blame the commander? We invited the wrong time."

"Dad, it's too serious." Mu Lizheng said, "I know you've been concerned about what happened before these years, but Lin Qing and I will be together anyway. This is our common decision."

"I only see the harm you have done to my daughter. As for the rest, I don't see it at all." Father Lin has a cold attitude.

"I hope you can at least give me a chance."

The man said sincerely. Although this proposal is not the first time, the actual action has not been implemented smoothly. However, any opportunity to show himself was finally ignored by father Lin.

Orange, the little fish that missed the net, squatted on the ground and didn't know what to study. It was boring to listen to the two adults. Bored, he tore down the things brought by Dad.

Father Lin had no intention of glancing at it. Only then did he see that what Muli brought today was a set of high-quality tea, a rare high-quality goods.

"What a bother." Father Lin was indifferent, "it's just that the Lin family can't afford these good things."

Mu Li put his hands on his lap: "Dad, Lin Qing is my wife. We are naturally a family."

"You'd better remember that later."

"Sure."

Orange held up a jar and waved, "Daddy, is there a god horse in it?" He shook it in his ear. "It will ring."

Mu Li made tea and poured half a cup of orange. Father Lin looked at the tea brought to him by the man, looked at him through his glasses, and finally caught it.

He took it in his hand and looked, but he didn't drink.

Lin Qing came out of the kitchen and put the cut fruit on the tea table. He helped Mu Li take off his coat: "it's not too hot to wear it after so long."

Mu Lizao saw her snooping to spy on the military situation, so he simply hugged her and nestled into the sofa: "it's a little cold just coming in. It's hot to sit with me for a while."

It doesn't hurt at ordinary times. At present, in front of his father, Lin Qing looked at his father's face and moved half a minute aside: "pay attention."

The man smiled and took her hand and put it on his lap.

Father Lin's eyes fell on Muli's sweater. He seemed familiar. He saw the intimacy between the two. The happiness on Lin Qing's face was not a disguise. Yesterday, he also watched Lin Qing sit and stand uneasy.

At this time, he looked at Xiang Muli, drank tea and pointed to the chessboard beside the windowsill: "can you play chess? A game? "

The man raised his eyebrows and said, "yes."

When playing chess, most of the time, the two men were silent, and Lin Qing was watching the war, but she didn't know go. She only watched the white sunspots transform into various formations.

Lin Qing also held a teacup and took an occasional sip. She stared at Mu Li's sunspot and took a step: "are you going here?"

The chess piece between the man's fingers had just been settled. He raised his eyes and said, "can you play chess?"

Lin Qing sticks out his tongue: "I can see."

Mu Li smiled in her long and narrow eyes and patted her waist.

The black and white sides fought fiercely step by step. They were matched. Each step was carefully considered. Lin Qing generally took a detour in silence when he came across such a brain burning problem.

"I'll pour tea." She took two cups back to the tea table and stayed in the sofa with orange. Orange seemed interested in holding a can of tea. She opened the lid, smelled and sneezed.

"Qingqing." Mother Lin was shouting in the kitchen. Lin Qing answered, closed the lid of the tea can and entered the kitchen.

Orange jumped off the sofa and ran over.

In front of the windowsill, the two men were still playing chess. There was no verbal argument, but they put tit for tat on the chess game.