"Don't cry." He unbuckled his seat belt and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. "I want to tell you because you are my wife. I don't want you to cry for me."
Song Zhi hugged him tightly: "What happened next?"
Later, the thirteen-year-old boy grew up. He went to school alone, ate alone, and moved alone from Licheng to the imperial capital.
"I met you later"
¡°She came and hugged him when the world was throwing stones at him, so it wasn¡¯t that unfortunate.
Qin Su took Song Zhi to the cemetery. Before going up, he put the ring that was already warm in his pocket on her.
He was thirteen years old and didn¡¯t know how to choose a good cemetery. He only asked the Su family to bury his mother in a sunny place because she liked to bask in the sun.
There is a photo on the tombstone. The woman in the photo is beautiful, gentle and kind.
Qin Su told Song Zhi: "This is my mother."
She knelt down and kowtowed.
He helped her up, squatted and brushed the dirt off her knees, looked at the photo and said, "She is my wife, her name is Song Zhi."
The sun is warm and the wind is gentle. The lovers in front of the tombstone hold hands, palms touching, and the ring on the ring finger shines softly.
They secretly received the certificate like this, and Ling Yao was the first to know.
Song Zhi sent her a WeChat message.
Song Zhi: [Gu Qi and I received the certificate]
Ling Yao: [Grandpa, do they know? ¡¿
Song Zhi: [I don¡¯t know yet]
Her parents are still abroad.
Ling Yao: [Do you need me to keep it a secret for you? ¡¿
Song Zhi: [Temporarily needed]
She didn¡¯t want her parents to go back to China just for her. She wanted to wait until they came back from vacation and then tell them naturally.
Ling Yao: [OK]
Ling Yao: [Congratulations]
Ling Yao: [Be happy]
Ling Yao: [Qin Su doesn¡¯t want to tell you, I¡¯ll catch him and put him in trouble]
Song Zhi returned her hug. The old man's blood pressure was a little high, but Song Zhi didn't dare to tell him yet.
Pei Shuangshuang was the second to know.
Pei Shuangshuang: [Why did you skip work again today? ¡¿
Song Zhi: [Go and get the certificate]
Pei Shuangshuang: [Aren¡¯t you kidding me? ¡¿
Song Zhi: [No]
Pei Shuangshuang sent punctuation marks: [! ! ! ! ¡¿
She was expressing shock.
She then sent punctuation marks: [¡]
She was speechless.
She sent another emoticon: [Let me die]
She is expressing her disapproval.
After struggling, she finally said: [Baby, as long as you are happy]
She admitted it, hey, besides pampering her sister, what else could she do?
At noon, Qin Su took Song Zhi to Judexuan for dinner. He was very cautious and booked a seat in advance and did not go in with Song Zhi. Moreover, he did not take off his mask before entering the box. Song Zhi knew that he was walking on thin ice because of her.
In the afternoon, Qin Su drove to Longhu Bay. Instead of taking the main entrance, the car parked near the back door of the community.
"Do you have anything else to do tonight?"
Tonight is the wedding night.
Even if it was a big deal, Song Zhi wouldn't care about it: "No."
She really wanted to ask him to live with her, but she held back.
Qin Su pulled her mask up: "Wait for me here, I'll go up and get some clothes."
Song Zhi kissed him on the face through the mask: "Okay."
Qin Su got off the car first.
The car Song Zhi was riding in belonged to Qin Su. The side window glass was visible in one direction and was very stealthy. She sat in the car for a while and saw a familiar figure, who seemed to be Ling Yao.
A little further ahead is the crime scene imitating the Licheng serial murder case. Song Zhi heard Ling Yao say that it was probably not the first crime scene.
Song Zhi put on her fisherman hat, opened the car door, and planned to get out. The area near the back door was very remote, so she neglected to look outside the car door. When she opened the door, she lightly bumped into a passerby.
She immediately apologized: "I'm sorry."
The other party was holding a bag of garbage in his hand, and the car door happened to hit the bag, causing the garbage to fall to the floor.
He is a man in his thirties, wearing silver-rimmed glasses and with very dark skin.??, on the thin side, he said: "It doesn't matter."
Song Zhi apologized again and squatted down to help pick it up. In the process, he accidentally saw a gold-gilded business card. She didn't pay much attention and casually glanced at the information on the business card: Social News Department, Editor-in-Chief, Guan Fangting.
The man stretched out his white hands, and the nails were stained with color, like paint. He picked up the business card, put it in his pocket, nodded to Song Zhi, and left with the garbage bag.
Why do you throw garbage at the back door?
Song Zhi was wondering when she saw a reporter walking towards her. She returned to the car and closed the window tightly. She could only see the scene in the distance through the glass in front of her.
It is indeed Ling Yao, and there is another very tall man. The man wears street clothes and dyes his hair with a little bit of grayish blue, which is a cool tone. Visually, there are more black and gray, and the blue is not obvious.
"Hello."
Tan Jiangjin turned around.
He just dyed his hair yesterday because he lost in a drinking game.
Ling Yao stepped over from the isolation fence. Her skirt was too short, her legs were too long, and she was wearing a pair of black short boots: "Crime scene, everyone waiting aside."
Tan Jiangjin stood lazily with one hand in his pocket and did not come closer: "What a coincidence, Officer Ling."
He looks quite good, especially the mole in the corner of his eye.
Ling Yao looked at his hair, he looked more and more like a bar pillar.
"Are you interested in this case?" she asked.
Tan Jiangjin¡¯s eyes were very wild, not restrained at all, a little lazy and wild, he looked her up and down.
She was probably going to lurk in the bar again. She wore a suspender skirt under a black short coat, with a slim waist. She was extremely sexy, but her face was gentle and graceful.
After looking at her, Tan Jiangjin smiled at her: "I'm still more interested in you."
Ling Yao: ""
He is simply a ruffian who commits crimes based on his face.
She threw the eye knife rudely: "If I look at you again, I'll dig out your eyes."
?? Tan Jiangjin has a pair of particularly sweet almond-shaped eyes, and his smile is very attractive: "No, I just think these eyes are beautiful."
Ling Yao was speechless.
He still had a non-serious tone: "The case in Licheng and this one should have been done by the same person. The technique is too skillful. It doesn't look like he has only done two cases."
These words are not something a gangster leader would say.
Ling Yao looked at him with a hint of meaning in her eyes.
He looked up: "What?"
She suddenly came closer.
He was stunned for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled: "What?"
This skirt is too short and the neckline is too low. He looked away, his movements unnatural.
The next second, his hand was held by a girl¡¯s small palm, which was a little soft and a little cold.
Tan Jiangjin stopped smiling and turned his head stiffly: "Officer Ling is also interested in me?"
Indeed there is.
Ling Yao took his hand and squeezed it, rubbing his fingertips on his mouth: "You have calluses on your hands."
Tan Jiangjin¡¯s hand bones were very long, so he let her hold them: ¡°I¡¯m called Master Tan anyway, do you think I¡¯m an embroidered pillow?¡±
Ling Yao¡¯s best friend Zhang Beibei also has calluses on the same position on his hands, which he got from practicing with a gun. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com