Man's "wife" crisis

The so-called people rely on clothes, Han Hansheng has completely understood this time.

Just now, Han Xiaomo, who was still looking like a scumbag, has completely changed from the inside to the outside after he came out of the changing room!

The loose T-shirt, some tight jeans, and a pair of cool-looking sneakers made the bumpkin look like a sunny young man.

Especially after he washed his face...

His fair and delicate skin has almost no pores, his short black hair looks very soft, and fits snugly against his earlobes. Coupled with his big smart eyes, he immediately attracted the attention of many shop assistants.

Han Xiaomo looked a little shy, blushing slightly and tugged on Han Hansheng's clothes. When Han Hansheng approached, he whispered secretly: "Uncle, when I was changing clothes, I saw the price...it's very expensive!"

"What are you afraid of? I didn't ask you to pay for it." Han Hansheng chuckled, took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a bank card, and said to the salesperson, "That's all, I bought them all!"

"No!" Han Xiaomo suddenly grabbed Han Hansheng's hand, "Grandpa told me not to spend Uncle's money indiscriminately."

"How can this be called random spending!" Han Hansheng smiled and pulled Han Xiaomo's hand away, took the order from the salesperson, and went to the counter to swipe his card.

"If you were to dress like that and run on the street, I would have to be invited to the police station to drink tea several times?"

"I'm sorry..." The young man lowered his head again, as if apologizing for the trouble he caused Han Hansheng just now.

Han Hansheng was about to touch his head habitually to give him some comfort, but the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated again inappropriately.

Han Hansheng stretched out his half-hand, and he withdrew it to get the phone. On the phone, Xiao Liu's anxious voice came, "Deputy team, where are you! Come back quickly, the forensic doctor has made a new discovery!"

"Okay, I'll be right back!" Hearing that there was a breakthrough in the case, Han Hansheng suddenly became serious.

He checked the time on his phone. He had originally asked for an afternoon off, but it was only three o'clock now. How should he arrange for Han Xiaomo?

He wanted to hand over the key to the other party and let him go home first, but thinking about what happened in the afternoon, Han Hansheng still didn't take out the key.

"Follow me to work!" Holding Han Xiaomo's hand, Han Hansheng immediately walked towards the door, while urging, "However, you must be honest and wait in my office, and you are not allowed to run around."

"Hmm..." Han Xiaomo nodded honestly, and unnaturally withdrew his hand from Han Hansheng's.

The cheeks are slightly red...

Han Hansheng didn't notice the strange look on the other side's face at all. He opened the car door, stuffed Han Xiaomo in, returned to his driver's seat, and started the car.

It didn't take long for them to return to the Criminal Police Investigation Brigade.

After throwing Han Xiaomo into his office, Han Hansheng followed Xiao Liu to the forensic doctor.

Before leaving, Han Hansheng glanced at the young man sitting in his seat playing with the cat, only to find that all the lesbians in the office surrounded him curiously.

"Oh, are you related to Vice Captain Han?"

"How old are you?"

"Where do you study?"

The female colleagues seem to have started a census, and Han Xiaomo, who asked the question, backed away, not daring to answer casually.

"You..." Han Hansheng frowned and knocked on the door to show that he still exists, "Don't bully him!"

This earnest warning was met with laughter from the female colleagues in the entire office.

Han Hansheng couldn't figure it out, how could it be counterproductive for him to blacken his face to threaten those women?

However, at this moment, there are still many things that make him even more unclear, such as the new discoveries brought to you by the forensic doctor...

Forensic doctors have been wearing white coats and masks all year round, and after dealing with them for several years, Han Hansheng is still not confident that he can recognize people when he bumps into them on the street.

They also put on white coats according to the rules, followed the forensic doctor into the corpse freezer, and watched the forensic doctor open the body bag that wrapped the corpse without changing his face, revealing the gray and gray body inside.

Of course, this was not the first time Han Hansheng saw a dead body in this line of work, but this time, he was really palpitated, because the other party died so unclearly...

"I'm sure this didn't appear when I checked the corpse a few days ago..." The forensic doctor frowned slightly, and then pulled the body bag wider, exposing the chest of the deceased.

"Ah..." The policemen who followed were as shocked as Han Hansheng, because a blurred red mark appeared on the originally bloodless skin!

"This is..." Han Hansheng only felt that the red mark was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where he saw it for a while.

"This is definitely not a subcutaneous hemorrhage, and it is impossible for the deceased to be imprinted before his death. I don't even know the specific situation...Should no one sneak into the morgue?" The forensic doctor said hesitantly. I have been a forensic doctor for many years, and I have never encountered such a strange thing, as if... It was a joke made by the kid from hell.

"Xiao Liu, go and check the surveillance video of the morgue." Han Hansheng ordered, and Xiao Liu swallowed his saliva immediately, and walked out of the morgue reluctantly.

"Tell me, could it be that the deceased is revealing his grievances to us?" Han Hansheng looked at the serious forensic doctor again, and the forensic doctor gave him a look of "you are boring".

"Ha, it seems that we need to find the murderer as soon as possible, otherwise the resentment here will overflow..." Han Hansheng laughed and walked out of the morgue. Some backs felt cold, so they hurriedly followed his steps and went out together.

After the door was closed, the morgue became quiet, and under the dim light, the red marks glowed faintly...

When Han Hansheng returned to his office, Han Xiaomo had already fallen asleep on his desk.

He was hugging his black cat, and Corn also squinted lazily and dozed off, scratching his face with his paws from time to time.

From Han Hansheng's point of view, his desk was occupied by two cats, which made him laugh and stretched out his hand to scratch Han Xiaomo's neck.

Han Xiaomo woke up immediately, and his reaction was the same as that of a frightened cat. His whole body was stiff, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at Han Hansheng vigilantly.

When he realized that the person standing beside him was Han Hansheng, Han Xiaomo relaxed and called obediently, "Uncle..."

Han Hansheng looked at the clock on the wall, and smiled at Han Xiaomo, "It's almost time to get off work, get ready to pack up and leave."

"Oh." Han Xiaomo hastily gave up his seat to Han Hansheng, and the two left the criminal police brigade after packing up their things.

That night, Han Hansheng invited Han Xiaomo to have a big meal in a small restaurant near his home.

The two of them returned to Han Hansheng's house after eating until their stomachs were bulging.

Han Hansheng turned on the light, and Han Xiaomo stepped into this strange field with a hint of novelty.

His eyes rolled around, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to see the whole thing at a glance.

"I received a call the day before yesterday saying that you were coming, so I prepared a guest room for you, but it's a little small, don't you mind?" Han Hansheng opened the door of the small room and pointed inside.

"No, no!" Han Xiaomo said hastily, and then looked at the world that was about to belong to him.

There are not many furnishings in the room, but they are all useful things, although for Han Xiaomo, as long as he has a bed, he can be satisfied.

"Uncle, that... I haven't found a job yet. Can I pay you the rent after I find a job and make money?" As soon as Han Xiaomo finished speaking, Han Hansheng slapped him on the head, and then desperately ravaging his soft black hair.

"Uncle..." Han Xiaomo called out aggrievedly, his hair was messed up by Han Hansheng, and his scalp ached slightly.

"What are you calling me?" Han Hansheng asked suddenly.

Han Xiaomo glanced at him a few times, then replied in a low voice timidly, "Uncle..."

"That's it!" Han Hansheng pushed Han Xiaomo into the room violently, and then sat down on the bed carelessly, "Although I am not much older than you, I am your elder according to the seniority. It is only natural for the elder to take care of the younger generation. I will turn against you for raising money for uncle again!"

"How can I do that? I have already asked you to spend so much money to buy so many clothes for me..." Han Xiaomo said anxiously, but Han Hansheng suddenly smiled and pointed to his cheek, "Well, it's still like you were when you were young, uncle Just one bite."

I remember that when Han Xiaomo was a child, whenever he asked for something, he would tease him and ask him to kiss his cheek before helping him.

But now that he mentioned it like this, of course Han Hansheng didn't really want a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy to kiss him, he just wanted to tease this little nephew a little bit, and wanted Han Xiaomo to remember that there was no relationship between the two of them in the past. hindered intimacy.

"I..." Han Xiaomo lowered his head in shame, making Han Hansheng tremble all over, and wanted to laugh.

However, he did not expect that Han Xiaomo would suddenly step forward, kneel down in front of him, and raise his head...

The flushed cheeks and watery eyes made Han Hansheng's heart skip a beat, but he couldn't react in time, until he felt a gentle touch on his cheek, and then he abruptly avoided in another direction.

"Xiaomo!" Han Hansheng touched his face in surprise, he never expected that Han Xiaomo would really kiss him!

What's more, I didn't expect that a middle-aged uncle who was about to turn 30 would have his heart beating wildly by a young man of seventeen or eighteen?

Which pot is this for which pot?

"Thank you, Uncle, you are such a good person." After Han Xiaomo finished the kiss, his cheeks were as red as apples, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a touching smile.

For a moment, Han Hansheng was dazzled by watching...