enchanting forensic doctor

In the evening, Song Weiran deliberately got off work a little earlier and went to the supermarket to buy a lot of delicious food and hurried home, but found that the breakfast he carefully prepared for Zhaoxi in the morning had not been touched.

That man is really angry!

Song Weiran lowered his head and sighed helplessly, took off his coat, picked up the ingredients he had just bought in the supermarket, washed his hands and began to prepare in the kitchen...

Zhao Xi still didn't come back when he cooked the meal and served all the dishes.Looking at the watch, it was already past eight o'clock, and the person usually came back long ago.

Song Weiran took off her apron, sat quietly on the chair and waited for him to come back.

He still didn't listen to Zhao Xi's words and reported the incident.Although he did not mention the word Tiandu in the article, but reported photos of several bathing centers, he not only did not do technical processing to erase the names, but also deliberately selected a few sensitive ones There are also allusive descriptions in the article, as well as some irony and allusion. Anyone with a discerning eye can know what the article is aimed at and who it is alluding to.A simple investigation operation was stunned to be written by him so wonderfully that people couldn't help applauding it!It really spoke from everyone's heart!

The reason why he didn't write directly is that if he wrote directly, the newspaper would consider his own interests, and such a manuscript would definitely be "clicked" by the editor in order to avoid trouble.However, such descriptions that are not clearly identified have obvious topical orientations, which instead increase the topicality and promote the increase in newspaper sales.And if you say it directly, everyone may look at it dispensably, as if being scratched by a pet at home without pain or itching, it will not resonate and the effect will not be very good.But this kind of thing, on the contrary, feels a little confusing, and gives everyone a space for full discussion, and the impact will be even greater.

Just like the history of 24 is far less far-reaching than folk tales.

Time passed bit by bit, all the food was cold, but Zhao Xi still didn't come back.Song Weiran neither complained nor got angry, just sat at the dining table and waited quietly listening to the ticking of the time.

In fact, he really doesn't know what his current life would be like without Chao Xi.If there is no Zhaoxi, maybe in that alley shrouded in darkness, he would be beaten to death by that stout man; if there is no Zhaoxi, he might not be able to go to college at all, at least not able to spend his college time so easily; no For Zhao Xi, maybe he is still immersed in his own small space because of Ye Zi's matter, suppressing and sealing himself off.

For him, Zhao Xi has already become an indispensable existence.It has already been deeply stationed in his heart.

"Crack", the door finally opened.Song Weiran, who was thinking wildly, suddenly raised his head and looked towards the door.

Zhao Xi looked very tired, and his complexion was not very good, and even his movements felt a little slow.

"What's the matter with you?" Song Weiran ran over in a hurry, stretched out his hand to help him change his clothes as before, but was avoided by Zhao Xi without a trace, and his white arm stopped alone in the air...

"Have you eaten yet? I cooked, you go wash your hands first and I'll heat up the food right away." Song Weiran retracted her hand in embarrassment and touched her nose, with a forced arc at the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Xi didn't answer him, just took off his coat and changed his shoes on his own, and walked into the bathroom without looking at him from the beginning to the end.When he disappeared at the turning, he said three words lightly, "I've eaten."

Song Weiran stood at the door foolishly, watching his back gradually disappear from sight...

In the end, Song Weiran was sitting alone at the dining table, looking at the table of meals that had been cold and carefully prepared by himself, and he had no appetite at all, but now besides eating, what else can he do?

He filled himself with a large bowl of rice in anger, and picked up the chopsticks to pick up the white rice bite by bite.Feeling aggrieved inexplicably, his nose was sore, and when the liquid in his eyes was about to drip, he sucked his nose hard.In order to divert his attention, he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of his favorite boiled fish specially made for Zhaoxi.

The fish was cold, and the fishy smell, as well as the spicy taste that filled his mouth, all tormented his poor taste buds.

I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, dripping one by one into the pure white rice.

He wiped his face very vigorously, but the tears still couldn't stop falling down, as if he was angry with himself, Song Weiran wiped his tears very hard, and at the same time tried hard to put the white rice on his face Mouth stuffed.His mouth was stuffed with rice, his eyes were swollen from rubbing, and when a grain of rice choked his throat, tears would fall uncontrollably, but he still stubbornly covered his mouth to keep himself from making a sound... …

So in the next few days, he went in and out; he watched TV, he surfed the Internet; he cooked, he ate snacks; Blanket, they no longer hug and sleep back to back...

All in all, he turned a blind eye to all the tides of Song Weiran, completely regarded him as air, and often came back very late, looking very tired, and his complexion was getting worse and worse.

Until one afternoon half a month later, Chao Xi, who had arranged most of the recent work, was finally sent home to rest by director Long Yan and others.So when Song Weiran came home, she was surprised to see Zhao Xi lying lazily on the sofa watching TV.

Hearing Song Weiran's footsteps approaching him little by little, he still didn't even lift his eyelids!He even closed his eyes on purpose.

Zhao Xi, who was sleeping with her eyes closed, suddenly felt a heavy, very strong pressure on her body.When he opened his eyes, he saw Song Weiran sitting on his body with his legs spread out, the position was still so sensitive.If it wasn't for Song Weiran who was fully dressed at this time... OMG, that picture...

Zhao Xi tried her best to spread out some messy images in her head, pretending to be calm, glanced at him and closed her eyelids without saying anything.

Song Weiran straddled him and found a more comfortable position, then slowly lowered her body, laying on his body completely, with her face on his chest, rubbed, and said faintly——

"I didn't do it on purpose that day. I... I just lost my words when I was angry for a while. I won't do it again. Don't be angry, okay?"

not talking.

"It was so hard to deceive you, how can I give it to others!"

poke.

"So don't be angry, okay? Zhaoxi~ Zhaoxi~"

Zhao Xi's chest was tickled by his poking, with that docile appearance, gentle tone, and apologetic words, the feeling of attachment was really like a kitten rubbing against its master's sweet and coquettish.

Self-esteem, machismo, vanity, etc. have all been greatly satisfied.

In fact, Zhao Xi was not only because of his radical words that day, but more because of the article he read in the newspaper the next day and the discussions in the office.

After being silent for a while, he slowly opened his eyes, "Why are you disobedient?"

"Ah?" Song Weiran raised his head innocently and blinked at her, that dumb but cute and incomparable look made Chao Xi lose his temper completely.

Really angry, he raised his index finger and poked it fiercely at the forehead, "You!"

Song Weiran didn't dare to cry out for pain, seeing that Zhaoxi was no longer angry and didn't bother to rub him, Lai leaned on him and rubbed his face affectionately, only to be stubbled by the little beard.

"Well~ it's time to shave." After taking a shower at night, I shaved him.Just rub it, rub it again.

In fact, Song Weiran was really sad during this period, seeing Zhaoxi's cold face and indifferent eyes every day, and every night when she was lying alone in the cold bed covered with a blanket, she would feel very sad.He was really scared, afraid that Chaoxi would just ignore him like this, afraid that the relationship between them would end like this, afraid that Zhaoxi would leave him like a leaf, afraid that Chaoxi would be with someone else as he had heard before Together to the extreme lingering.He did not want!He wanted to feel his temperature like now, wanted to hug him tightly, and never let go, he only belonged to himself, and he didn't want his body to be contaminated with other people's breath.

He is his alone!alone!

The hand holding her was getting stronger and stronger, and the person lying on the chest acted coquettishly, and unconsciously opened her arms to hug him, gently stroking his thin back with her palm.

The long-lost tenderness is very warm and beautiful.

"Why did you report things about Tiandu?" Zhao Xi raised his head so that he could look at him.

"I didn't report it!" He didn't say yes, so it doesn't count, right!

The big eyes that are close at hand are shining with pure light.Zhao Xi suddenly couldn't say anything, seeing such a kitten suddenly reminded him of himself at that time, he had such a pure look in the past, but was gradually worn away in the cruel reality.

I really want to protect such a pure him, and I want the eyes of this person in front of me to always be so simple and true.Those persuasive and reproachful words were all stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Zhaoxi?" Song Weiran suddenly said.

"kindness?"

"Why were you angry that day?"

Zhao Xi didn't speak.

After a long pause, Song Weiran lay on his chest again, "Is it because of those so-called rules?"

"……kindness!"

"Pounding" has a strong heartbeat, a warm chest, and firm shoulders, so——

"I'll be fine." Suddenly raised his head, the reflection of Zhao Xi was in the shining eyes, "And, you won't let me be fine, right?!"

All the expressions represent four words - firm!believe!

After being silent for a while, Zhao Xi finally just rubbed his soft hair and smiled, "En."

Song Weiran was very happy, and proposed enthusiastically, "Let's go to the supermarket, there is nothing to eat in the refrigerator."

"kindness."

"Today we eat pickled fish?"

"it is good."

So Song Weiran quickly got down from Chao Xi's body, pulled up the person lying on the sofa, and was about to put on a coat when someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.

"By the way, whose clothes did you wear that day?" He remembered, and there was still a debt to settle!

"Huh? What clothes?"

"I am asking you!"

Song Weiran looked at Zhao Xi who had a dangerous aura, thought about it seriously, and suddenly laughed.

"You said the day of the quarrel?" He pulled his hand back without any trace.

Not the other day? !

"That one~" Song Weiran suddenly pinched Zhaoxi's nose, turned around and ran away, "It belongs to Teacher Zhang! Hahaha~~"

"..."

So amidst Song Weiran's snickering and someone's awkward feigned anger, the two walked on the way to the supermarket, but they didn't know that danger was approaching quietly...