Rebirth in the 1980s: The boss’s little pitiful girl is beautiful and flirtatious

His childhood experience was like a wound on Qi Yihan's heart. It seemed to have healed, but in fact, the blood flowed uncontrollably and the pain was excruciating. He never mentioned it to anyone, including Luo Chen. He would rather be a beast licking his wounds alone. , and do not want to expose his vulnerability to anyone.

Qi Yihan reluctantly raised the corners of his lips, "I don't need to talk, Li Zhen, don't act like you know me well, it's really ridiculous."

Qi Yihan, who is rejected by others thousands of miles away, looks like a stubborn child. If Li Zhen is in her twenties, she might be equally stubborn and indifferent. But she was reborn and has been a child for more than twenty years. Mom, facing Qi Yihan who had thorns all over her body, she still felt soft-hearted.

"I don't mean to pry into your privacy, I just don't want to see you so sad. Even if you and I are destined to be separated, I hope you can live a happier life."

Qi Yihan's expression was moved by his direct words, and he mocked with moisture hidden in his eyes.

"You want me to be happy but you want to separate from me. Do you think I will be happy after being separated from you?"

Li Zhen was speechless, "Can you be reasonable? You know I don't mean that."

"Sorry..." Qi Yihan knew that he couldn't control his emotions now, so he apologized and left the office.

Hearing Qi Yihan's footsteps hurrying away in the corridor, Li Zhen stood there and hesitated for a moment before taking steps to chase him out.

Lin Bing showed his work permit and the guard let him go. He walked into the office building and met Qi Yihan who was walking down the stairs quickly.

"Director Qi..."

When he heard someone calling him, Qi Yihan put away his chaotic thoughts and raised his eyes with a normal expression. When he saw Lin Bing, he frowned slightly.

"Captain Lin?"

Lin Bing said bluntly, "I want to meet your lady."

"Is it because of the portrait of Li Zhen touching bones?"

When talking to smart people, it is clear. Lin Bing looked at Qi Yihan with appreciative eyes and asked sincerely.

"May I?"

Qi Yihan opened his mouth to refuse, but when he heard footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw it was Li Zhen, and swallowed the words as they reached his lips.

When he said Cao Cao, Cao Cao was about to arrive, Lin Bing smiled and stretched out his hand to Li Zhen.

"Lin Bing, captain of the branch of the General Administration, are you Comrade Li Zhen?"

"Is it for the bone drawing?"

Lin Bing laughed and said, "You two are really a couple, even the questions you ask are exactly the same."

Li Zhen smiled lightly, met Qi Yihan's eyes, took a few steps forward and took Qi Yihan's hand.

She didn't know why Qi Yihan cared so much about the action of holding hands, but she knew that holding hands would make Qi Yihan feel at ease, so she did so.

Feeling Li Zhen's silent comfort, Qi Yihan's frozen heart warmed up, and he gently held Rou Di back, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Seeing the smile on Qi Yihan's lips, Li Zhen cursed, the man's temper comes and goes quickly, and he is so easy to coax.

Lin Bingsun gave a dry cough, and Qi Yihan took the initiative to take the guest upstairs and said, "Let's talk in the office."

The three of them walked into the office. Lin Bing, who was at the end, closed the door and sat down on the sofa opposite Qi Yihan.

Li Zhen made some good tea, poured a cup for each of them, and sat down next to Qi Yihan.

Lin Bing took a sip of hot tea and said, "Since you two have guessed my purpose, I will tell you frankly..."

As he spoke, Lin Bing looked at Li Zhen with sharp eyes, "Comrade Li Zhen, could you please explain how you developed such a magical skill?"

No magical skill can be achieved overnight. Countless trials and exercises are indispensable. The oil seller's familiarity is accumulated over many years. Li Zhen's magical skill must also require touching countless skulls...

If Li Zhen can't explain where those skulls came from, then Beicheng Prison will very much welcome new people to join.

People really can't help casually. What seems like good intentions may end up causing trouble for themselves. However, Li Zhen did not regret taking action to seek justice for the two children this time.

Li Zhen stretched out his hand to his side, "This is my model..."

Qi Yihan, who suddenly became the subject, kept his emotions steady and did not reveal his surprise, and calmly waited for Li Zhen to continue.

“I fell in love with my husband when I first saw him when I was six years old. During the days without him, I relied on tracing his features over and over again to survive the lovesickness. Later, after I married him, we spent less time together and were apart more often, and I had the opportunity to touch him. When I saw his face, I remembered it silently in my heart. After he left, I continued to paint. He trained me for this magical skill."

Although he was very happy when Li Zhen confessed that he loved him to death in front of others, why did his story sound so creepy?

Qi Yihan raised his eyebrows and looked proudly at Lin Bing, whose expression was hard to describe.

Lin Bing had an intuition that Qi Yihan was showing off to him. After all, he was the head of a factory, so he wasn't so naive, right? It must be an illusion.

"How to prove it?" He needs evidence, not empty words.

Li Zhen stood up, took a pen and paper, covered his eyes with a towel and tied it behind his head, then reached out to touch Lin Bing.

Qi Yihan was going crazy with jealousy, but he couldn't stop him. He could only watch as Li Zhen's white and tender hands touched Lin Bing's doggy face.

Lin Bing was unkempt and unshaven. When he heard that Li Zhen was stabbed, he suddenly felt apologetic in his heart. He remained motionless and allowed Li Zhen to touch her, so as not to affect Li Zhen and cause her to be stabbed. longer.

After touching it, Li Zhen picked up a pen and quickly drew a child's face on the paper. Lin Bing looked at the child's face and it seemed familiar. He paused and suddenly recognized it.

"How do you know what I looked like as a child?"

Li Zhen took off the towel covering his eyes and said, "This is reverse deduction. Does Captain Lin have any questions?"

Lin Bing pursed his lips and thought for a long time, then put away the child portrait painted by Li Zhen and stuffed it into his coat pocket, saying, "There is insufficient evidence."

It's really difficult to deal with, Li Zhen held his forehead.

Qi Yihan was unhappy and wanted to chase people away, but Li Zhen squeezed his hand and immediately calmed down.

Li Zhen stood up and said, "Okay, then I'll let you see what evidence is."

Lin Bing's eyes lit up, and he waited with great interest for Li Zhen who walked into the lounge.

There was nothing in the lounge except snacks. What on earth did Li Zhen want to show Lin Bing? Qi Yihan stood up and faced Li Zhen who came out of the lounge.

Li Zhen put on his coat, put on his backpack and came out, holding Qi Yihan's arm, and said, "Let's go, let's take Captain Lin's special car."

Lin Bing, who was suddenly demoted from detachment leader to driver, raised his eyebrows.

"Where is this?" Lin Bing followed Li Zhen's instructions and parked the car under a blue brick building. After getting out of the car, he looked around.

Qi Yihan hadn't been here either and looked at Li Zhen doubtfully.

"This is the house my teacher gave me before going abroad." Li Zhen said.

Li Zhen led the way and went upstairs to Room 302 to get the key and open the door.

Lin Bing walked in first. The living room was very spacious with very few furniture. There were only two single sofas placed side by side, and a glass coffee table in the middle. There was no dust on the coffee table. Someone must have cleaned it frequently.

Li Zhen walked to the closed master bedroom door and opened it suddenly.

A gust of wind came from the opening of the door, and the drawings were flying like snowflakes...

Qi Yihan stood behind Li Zhen and picked up one of them. The painting on it was of a seventeen-year-old man with cold features and youthful eyes.

He caught another one, on his wedding night, with a straight face, as if someone owed him eight hundred dollars.

Li Zhen looked back at Qi Yihan and Lin Bing behind him and said calmly.

"Here are all my manuscripts."

Qi Yihan glanced around the room. In a space of more than 20 square meters, the walls were covered with stacks of drawing paper from the floor to the ceiling, and there were also some drawings half piled on the floor. He was the one drawing everything he could see.