My Dear Miss Medical Examiner

The New Year's Eve spent at Song's house that night became one of Lin Wei's best memories afterwards.

She leaned on Song Yuhang's shoulder, knocked the melon seeds one after another, and laughed in Song Yuhang's increasingly embarrassing complexion when she listened to Song's mother telling some funny stories about her childhood.

Mother Song continued to ask her about her work and life. Lin Fan answered honestly, including her own illness.

Mother Song didn't understand what the disease was, and she just told Song Yuhang that she felt a little distressed for this struggling child when she suffered from frequent insomnia, long-term medication, vomiting and other complications.

In the end, what I am most concerned about is: "Ge...what kind of syndrome, is it not inherited?"

Before Lin Fan swallowed a sip of water, he almost squirted out with a "pounce".

Sure enough, is this problem the most concerned about parents in the world?

Mother Song was worried.

Song Yuhang couldn't help but couldn't help but: "Come on, mom, no inheritance, besides, even if the inheritance doesn't have me? No way, adopt one."

She knocked a handful of melon seeds and gave them all to Lin Fan.

"By the way, how do you know this?"

Mother Song was a little sullen, and she hadn't touched them either.

"Read it in newspapers and newspapers."

"Unforgettable Tonight" was sung on the TV, and the bell rang outside the window at zero o'clock.

Mother Song breathed a sigh of relief, and started to drive people away.

"Come on, go take a bath and sleep, don't you have to catch a plane tomorrow?"

"Okay." Song Yuhang put the seeds on the plate, picked up Lin Fan and ran into the bathroom.

"Mom, I don't need to make breakfast for us tomorrow, I want to sleep more."

"Okay, got it, got it."

From the living room, Mother Song's protracted answer came.

Song Yuhang took her hand and washed her hands with her, then brushed her teeth, and started to take off her sweater after washing her face.

Lin Yan grabbed the corner of her clothes and looked at her warily, "What are you doing?"

"Two people wash together, saving water and time."

"Auntie is still outside, you—" Lin Nian's eyes widened, and someone covered her mouth.

Does she want to go out to meet people tomorrow?

"Shhh, don't make a noise, it used to be sneaky, now it's fair."

"Um...no!" Lin Nian flushed his eyes anxiously, unable to comply, panting, and pushed her out of the door, using the shower to irritate her face.

Song Yuhang wiped the drops of water on his face, turned his head and saw that Song Mother was still busy in the living room, and went to help clean up.

"Mom, let me go, you go to bed first."

She helped someone to sit down on the sofa, picked up the broom and cleaned the room.

Mother Song looked at her tall figure and bowed down, swept the melon seed shell from under the sofa, and called her name.

"Yu Hang."

"What's the matter, Mom?" She looked up at her, her hands kept moving.

"It's nothing, just looking at you now. I remembered that when I was just born, my slap was a bit bigger. The doctor said that I was born prematurely. I guess I won't live for three months. I'm so old now.

Mother Song looked at the portrait of her deceased husband, stretched out her hand and compared it, tears oozing in her eyes.

"Higher than your father."

Song Yuhang put down the broom, squatted down beside her, holding her hand, a little moved: "Mom—"

Mother Song put her black hair on the sideburns behind her ears: "I used to look at you, but I didn’t think I was bored with taking care of you today. Only then did I feel that my daughter has really grown up and has her own home. Up."

Song Yuhang put his face on her knees: "Mom, no matter how old I am, whether I have a girlfriend, or who I am with, you are my mother and I will always love you."

Song Yuhang knew that Song's mother did not necessarily accept homosexuality, she just loved Wu Jiwu and accepted Lin Wei, and hoped that her daughter would be happy.

What a great and deep maternal love this is.

She rubbed her mother's leg, like she did when she was a child.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who has a daughter-in-law and forgets her mother."

Mother Song laughed: "If you are that kind of person, it is better not to fall in love as soon as possible, so as not to delay the other girl. By the way, what about the boring family, have you seen it?"

Speaking of Lin Wei's father, Lin Youyuan, Song Yuhang was hard to say.

"See you, it's just..."

The result was not as good as expected, and it can even be said that a beam has been built since then.

Mother Song pondered: "Since you have decided to get married, you still have to do what you need to do, and you still have to be respectful. If Lin Fan doesn't want to go home, you have to be considerate and don't favor the other."

Song Yuhang smiled. She didn't intend to say those too complicated things to annoy her mother, so she squeezed her hand gently.

"I see, Mom, don't worry, I have a sense of measure, no matter what, I still have to visit before I get married."

"There is one more thing." Mother Song's face was straightened again, deliberately.

"Anyway, whether you adopt it or give birth to yourself, you have to have a child, and I want to hold a grandson."

Song Yuhang wailed on her knees: "Why are you here again, Mom, I don't want children, she Dink."

Mother Song raised her ears: "I don't care whether you are Dink or Keding. I have already given in. You have to satisfy me with this matter."

Song Yuhang finally knew who Lin Nian Tiaoyi learned from, and Dare to love learned from his own mother.

She looked so painful that she was busy applying oil on the soles of her feet: "Well, you have the final say, you have the final say, I am going to take a shower, and I will make you a grandson after the shower."

"?? This **** thing." Mother Song flushed, and she wanted to fight, and she was already running to find his girlfriend.

Lin Fan came back from the bath and passed the living room. Mother Song had gone to bed and was empty.

Under the dimly colored wall lamp, the incense on the altar table burned out. She walked over to pick up three lighters and lit three more, bowed her head slightly in silence, then gently inserted into the incense burner, and went back to the room.

Song Yuhang came back from the shower after he had just blown his hair half dry and not wet.

Lin Fan was flipping through the photo album on her desk without lifting her head: "Why do you wash it so fast?"

As soon as the voice fell, he was hugged.

Song Yuhang was buried in her neck: "I miss you."

"It's been less than ten minutes apart, are you going to Team Song?" Lin laughed in disgust and raised her head.

Song Yuhang buried him again, hugged her and muttered, pushing people onto the bed.

"As for, as for, my mother urged us again—"

"What?" Lin Nian was astonished.

"Make a child."

As Song Yuhang said, he took away the album from her hand, put the person on the bed, and reached out to turn off the lamp.

Lin Wei gritted his teeth: "You told me, how did we two women make up?"

Song Yuhang's sticky voice came out: "Just made it, and suddenly I think it's good not to get pregnant, you can..."

Lin Fan rolled his eyes: Can you toss you indefinitely?

She grabbed her hair with one hand, and held the person up.

Song Yuhang was astonished, and it was too late.

Lin Fei repeated the old tricks, and Ba Rou cross firmly confined people under him.

"Lin..." Song Yuhang was stuck with an arm and gasped.

Lin Nian leaned down, her long hair swept across her face.

"I'm sorry, Officer Song, I'm going to disappoint you, Aunt, I can't make anyone."

"But..." Her polished nails lifted the hem of her pajamas and slowly slid down the curve of her lean back.

"It's time for you to fulfill your promise, remember to keep your voice down."

Lin Fan talked to her ear, grasping her vitals.

"After all, Auntie is still next door."

"Lin I... I am tired of..." Song Yuhang took a breath, and soon couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Hi...Um..."

A red cloud flew on the face that had always been calm and self-sufficient, a little fascinated, and only at this time would he show such an expression.

Lin Nian loves her current appearance very much, and works harder and harder.

Fingers clasped each other and kneaded each other into their own bones.

The sheets became wrinkled, the sweat rolled on the sheets, and the hair was tangled and scattered on the pillows.

The night is still long.

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In the early morning of the next day, the sun shone on the wooden floor through the window screens.

Ji Jingxing was awakened by the work phone. After a few words, she was already awake. Looking back at Xiao Wei who was sleeping on the bed, although she couldn't bear it, she still woke her up.

"Xiaowei, Xiaowei, wake up, get up, mom will have to go to the company to see her client when she has a job, and send you to grandma's house to eat dumplings first, okay?"

Xiao Wei grumbled, rubbed his eyes, and got up from the bed: "Okay, I see, Mom."

Ji Jingxing felt a little distressed, rubbed her head, took the person into her arms, and waited for Xiaowei to be older and have the ability to be independent, so maybe she didn't have to work so hard.

"Hey, put on your clothes, mom will wash up first."

When sending people to grandma's house, Song Yuhang and Lin Wei just went downstairs, talking and laughing.

Song Yuhang said hello as usual: "Sister-in-law, Xiao Wei."

Xiao Wei rushed to kiss her: "Auntie!"

"Eh, let me see, after a year, is it sinking?" Song Yuhang said, picking up the person.

Lin Nian still thinks that Ji Jingxing's nose is not his nose, and his eyes are not eyes.

Of course Ji Jingxing ignored her.

"Where are you going?"

Song Yuhang put the people down: "Come on up there, Xiaowei, grandma is waiting for you to make dumplings. Lin Fan and I went out to travel for a vacation."

Lin Wei saw that he was resting at Song's house last night, and the ring she mentioned, saying that 80% of the vacation was for marriage.

Ji Jingxing was a little envious for a while, his heart was sour, and his smile was a little bit more reluctant: "It's great, there is still a holiday. I will send Xiaowei up soon, and I have to go to the company. I just took the case."

Ji Jingxing didn't know that this rare holiday was finally squeezed out by two people.

The Municipal Bureau has a shifting holiday system. After the opening of the year, the number of days off will still be returned.

Song Yuhang's smile faded a little, and he pulled Lin Wei around to leave.

"Sister-in-law has worked hard."

"Auntie, you go out to play, Xiao Wei also wants to go, don't want to stay at home to do homework."

Ji Only leaped forward and hugged her thigh.

Song Yuhang laughed, touched her head, and said softly: "Xiaowei hasn't eaten breakfast yet, go to eat first, behave, wait until my aunt comes back to bring you fun, okay?"

Xiao Wei did not lose sight of the ground with a "Oh", let go of her, and nodded aggrievedly.

"I see, goodbye, aunt, goodbye, Aunt Lin."

Two people waved at her and went away. Ji Jingxing took the person upstairs, gave the person to Song Mother and left with a few comforting words.

Although Ji Youyi was only seven years old, he lost his father since he was a child. He is much more sensitive and delicate than ordinary children. Knowing that grandma is too old, he can't bother her. After eating, he obediently took out his homework and lay on the table Write homework.

Or Song mother came out after washing the dishes and saw that she was still writing, she suddenly felt a little softened: "Xiao Wei, do you want to go out to play?"

Ji Only raised his head, his eyes lit up.

The old man smiled kindly: "Then go and change clothes. Wear thicker ones. Let's go to the temple fair."

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It's another marriage dispute case.

The host was smoking, alcoholic and domestic violence, and the client sat here with a blue nose and swollen face, sobbing and choking.

While the hostess complained to the lawyer, the man called countless "consolation" calls to her family.

The woman picked it up in front of the lawyer, her words vulgarly vulgar.

There are too many lawsuits like this, and Ji Jingxing is a little numb. In the gap between her complaints, it is inevitable to think of her late husband Song Yichen, and the expression on her face becomes more bitter.

Is it so difficult to achieve happiness in this world?

She still feels that Song Yichen's sudden death is like a dream to her.

"Attorney Ji, Attorney Ji..."

The client has left, and it is agreed to talk about it another day.

The colleague called her name: "What's the matter with you?"

Ji Jingxing came back to his senses: "It's okay, it's okay, then I'll go back first."

"I'll give it to you. Attorney Ji is the best at marital disputes, and he will definitely win the case."

Ji Jingxing smiled, got up with the bag, and declined the kindness of the male colleague.

"No, attorney Wang is too polite. I will take my daughter home, so I won't bother you."

The man sighed and looked at her leaving back, slightly disappointed.

The colleague patted him on the shoulder: "Forget it, I have been secretly in love with someone for a few years, Lawyer Ji, it's hard to deal with with a pure heart."

The man smiled, immersed himself in work, and said nothing.

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For some reason, Song Yuhang was a little frightened along the way.

She thought she was too nervous, and secretly adjusted her breathing.

Lin Nang turned his head and glanced at her, "What's the matter?"

"No, it's okay, we're here, let's go down." The airport arrived in a flash, and Song Yuhang pushed the car door and got out of the car, and the person pulling her greeted the people out.

The servant was already waiting at the international departure gate with his luggage, Lin Wei put on sunglasses and walked over.

Song Yuhang touched the small box in his inner pocket. It was still there, with it.

She sighed quietly, clenched her fist secretly, and cheered herself on.

Success or failure is in one fell swoop.

From a distance, Duan Cheng saw Lin Fei's enchanting figure in a leather skirt, and he ran towards him holding a ticket.

"Sister Lin, Sister Lin, Team Song!"

Lin Nian took a step aside, Song Yuhang silently stretched out his foot, and Duan Cheng fell into the arms of Lin Nianbang's big-waisted African black brawny bodyguard.

The brawny man was caught off guard and hugged him, looking at him tenderly.

Duan Cheng: "...vomit vomit."

"Sister Lin."

"Team Song."

Lin Yan looked back, Fang Xin and Zheng Chengrui also dragged their suitcases and ran over panting.

She waved a big hand: "Let's go, island tour, go!"

The two women walked in front hand in hand intimately. Song Yuhang wanted to follow, but Lin Wei slapped him to the back.

She dragged two huge suitcases with Duan Cheng and them very resentfully, watching Lin Wei’s high-heeled shoes step on the clean floor, and the hip skirt outlined the perfect figure, growing lotus every step of the way. Too enchanting.

One more portion is vulgar, one less portion is not enough flavor.

Song Yuhang licked his lips, took the ticket, and saw that the boarding time was still early: "Lin Wei, I'm going to buy a cup of coffee, who else would drink it?"

Lin Wei is telling Fang Xin about her beauty experience: "Your glasses are too thick, wear cosmetic contact lenses, or just do myopia surgery..."

She was interrupted, waved impatiently, and sent her away.

"I want American style. Go and get back."

"it is good."

Song Yuhang put the suitcase next to her and ran to a nearby coffee shop. When she came out with the bag, the phone rang.

She turned it over with hands and feet, it was an unfamiliar call, the moment she was connected.

She finally knew where her anxiety came from?

The child's sharp cry was gradually pulled away.

She couldn't be more familiar.

Song Yuhang's blood was cold, like falling into an ice cave.

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She bought this coffee for too long.

Lin Wei talked and laughed with them at first, but at the end the boarding announcement rang.

She started to look at her watch frequently, a little irritable.

This sentiment spread to other people, and Duan Cheng shrank his neck and said nothing.

Lin Fan finally took out his cell phone and called her the first time.

"Sorry, the person you are calling is currently on a call."

There was a cold mechanical sound in the earpiece.

"Fuck." Lin Nian cursed secretly, and slapped again unbelief, still the system prompt.

The airport was crowded with people coming and going, but she was still missing.

Duan Cheng put down his bag: "I'll go see it."

After a while, he ran back and shook his head: "No one, I asked the clerk, and said he had already left."

Lin Nian squeezed the phone tightly, both anxious and a little uneasy, and faintly aggrieved.

Fang Xin comforted her: "It's okay, maybe I went to the bathroom and didn't hear the phone ring."

The announcement urging passengers to board the plane rang, and Lin Nian grinned reluctantly: "It's okay, I'm waiting for her here, you can go up first."

"It's okay, it's okay, wait, wait."

Several people spoke in unison.

Lin Wei began to call Song Yuhang again, this time it was changed to no one to answer.

She blushed, wishing to throw the phone out directly.

"Oh shit!"

"Wow!" The faucet in the bathroom was opened wide. Song Yuhang put his hand on the washstand and watched the video sent by the other party on the phone. The person in the mirror had red eyes and gritted his teeth.

Xiao Wei was tied to an electric shock chair and was electrified from time to time. From the beginning of howling and crying to the last, he turned his head, his face pale and motionless.

She gritted her teeth, tasted the smell of blood in her mouth, and clenched her fists, barely restrained her trembling.

She wanted to call the kidnappers back, and the phone rang again, it was Ji Jingxing.

"Hey, Yu Hang, do you know where mom took Xiaowei? The phone can't get through, no one at home, I asked all the time and no one in the neighbourhood saw..."

Ji Jingxing said as he ran downstairs, his tone was quick and fast, panting.

Before Song Yuhang had time to speak, he suddenly heard an exclamation from there, followed by the muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Her heart touched her throat in an instant.

"sister?!"

She yelled in the bathroom, shocking the person who had just come out in the opposite cubicle.

"Neurotic?!"

Several people in black carried Ji Jingxing, who was limp on the ground, into the car.

The man picked up the phone that fell on the ground: "Officer Song, the game has begun."