Can You Love Me?

The voice that has always existed in his heart is louder: Such a weak girl should... be impossible to kill.

Shen Ce didn't dare to look into Xin Ai's eyes, he said: It's so hot outside, you... go back quickly, we're following up on your sister's case, you... From now on, you should always pay attention to safety.

Xin Ai nodded happily: Really, thank you so much, thank you Captain Shen.

There's nothing we should do, you go back quickly, be careful of sunburn.

Xin Ai nodded and waved at him with a bright smile: I'm leaving, goodbye Captain Shen.

OK, bye.

Shen Ce watched Xin Ai leave happily, she seemed to be in a good mood, when she was running, her ponytail swayed, like a symbol jumping in youth.

Shen Ce sighed, hoping that what happened to Zhao Tiande had nothing to do with Xin Ai.

He turned around to leave, but happened to see that Jia Mushang not far away was slowly leaving.

Shen Ce took a look, feeling a little weird.

In the car, Jian Si held his breath, the moment Shen Ce's hand was put on Suo's waist, he felt that the inside of the car was almost turning into an icehouse.

As the car passed in front of Shen Ce, Jian Zechuan glanced at Shen Ce's hand that touched Xin Ai's slender waist just now.

He took out his mobile phone and called Chu Jingzhi: Call Shen Ce, I'll treat him to dinner, thank you... for his help.

His voice was calm, without emotion.

Help, what did he do for you?

Jian Zechuan looked at the men and women who were talking not far away, with sharp eyes and a cold voice: He did a small favor for my woman, that is, he helped me.

Chu Jingzhi laughed on the spot when he heard the words: Jian San, you...you are not such a person, that little girl is pretty, but are you spoiling her too much?

Whether I favor or not is my business, you tell Shen Ce, Teng Yunzhai tomorrow night.

good.

...

The moment Xin Ai turned to leave, the smile on her face disappeared. When she faced Shen Ce just now, she tried very hard not to panic, not to be disrupted, and not to be seen by Shen Ce.

She didn't know if Shen Ce saw anything, but he came here to ask her this, which was enough to show that the police were suspicious of her.

Xin Ai sent a text message to Li Anhe in the afternoon to tell him that Shen Ce was coming.

Li Anhe replied to her: It's normal, don't be nervous, you may still be monitored by the police in the future, don't do anything recently, do what you should do, as usual, I will follow up the information on Chunfu Road, and let you know if there is any situation .

From the moment Zhao Tiande died, Xin Ai's heart has been hanging.

She didn't know when this anxiety would dissipate, but she knew that she was already in the vortex and couldn't get out.

That night, Jian Zechuan didn't come back, Xin Ai cooked the meal, took pictures and sent them to Jian Si's WeChat as usual.

Jian Zechuan was having dinner at Jian's house tonight. The big family ate very quietly, not even the sound of chopsticks touching the plate, and everyone had an elegant posture.

Suddenly, the screen of the phone flickered, indicating that a WeChat message had come in.

Jian Zechuan put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone and clicked on the picture, and saw Xin Ai holding a glass of watermelon juice, sitting barefoot on the carpet, with a big bowl of cold noodles in front of him.

She also sent a few words: It's too hot to eat.

The corner of Jian Zechuan's lips moved.

Mrs. Jane called him: Zechuan, don't look at your phone while eating.

Jian Zechuan nodded blankly, put down his mobile phone, and looked at the delicious food on the table, and suddenly became dull.

He misses the steamed stuffed buns made by Xin Ai, the millet porridge he cooked, and the bowl of clear soup noodles he ate the first time...

Thinking of this, he felt that the meals made by the chefs seemed difficult for him to swallow.

Obviously in comparison, the chef's cooking tastes better, but his taste buds remember the taste of Xin Ai's cooking more accurately.

Jian Zechuan has never been a person who would wrong himself. If he doesn't want to eat, he doesn't force himself.

I've finished eating, you take it slowly.

Xie Lanzhou was having dinner at Jian's house today. Seeing that Jian Zechuan was leaving, he asked, Third Brother, do you want to go out?

Um.

Jian Zechuan left early.

Facing his back, Xie Lanzhou laughed twice.

Why is Lan Zhou smiling so much?

Xie Lanzhou quickly cleared his throat: It's nothing, aunt, I feel like my cousin is in love, hehe...

Mrs. Jane's well-maintained face showed a look of joy: Really?

The first person that came to her mind was Ning Zhiqiu. She had worked hard to match them up many times. It seemed...the relationship between the two had progressed.

...

Jian Zechuan opened the door and went in, and saw Xin Ai sleeping in the living room hugging a pillow.

The watermelon juice on the coffee table has been drunk, half of the cold noodles have not been eaten, and there are unfinished potato chips next to her. The table is a little messy by her.

Xin Ai curled up into a small ball, lying on the sofa with nothing covering her body, her nightgown had reached her thighs, revealing a pair of slender and straight white legs, her feet were curled up, her toes were round like mussels Beads, small and cute, arouse people's pity.

Suddenly, Jian Zechuan's throat felt a little itchy, and he turned his gaze to Xin Ai's face, but... he found that it didn't seem to have any effect.

Xin Ai, who closed her eyes, was obedient like an angel, with long and thick black eyelashes, and her red lips were slightly pouting, as if she was asking for a kiss, just like she often said coquettishly to him, uncle, I want to kiss.

Jian Zechuan bowed his head, getting closer and closer.

Xin Ai felt a mountain pressing on her chest in her sleep, and it became more and more difficult to breathe. Finally, she opened her eyes and saw the face on top of her head, she was not surprised at all: You are here, I thought, you will not come tonight Woolen cloth……

With a rustling and delicate voice, Xin Ai held Jian Zechuan's neck softly with her arms, biting his chin and earlobe with small mouthfuls.

Jian Zechuan trembled, and suddenly pushed Xin Ai away.

I'm going to take a shower.

Jian Zechuan turned and went upstairs without turning his head, walking fast, as if he was afraid that Xin Ai would pounce on him.

Xin Ai bit her nails, with a smirk on her sleepy face.

She got up and staggered upstairs, opened the closet, took out the pajamas Su Xiaoling gave her, and put them on.

Su Xiaoling told her: If he doesn't fall in love with your person, let him die on you.

Xin Ai took off her childish pajamas and changed into bright red. Under the light, she was half hidden. She put on a newly bought black cherry lipstick and brushed her hair. She looked like a female monster who came out of a strange novel. .

Xin Ai, pass me the pajamas.

Jian Zechuan's voice came from the bathroom.

Xin Ai raised her eyebrows, picked up his pajamas, knocked on the bathroom door, and handed it over.

Jian Zechuan only opened a gap where one arm could fit in. As soon as his hand touched the pajamas, Xin Ai's hand pulled back.

She even pressed against the door frame and said shamelessly: Uncle, can you open the door wider? We have met each other so many times, why should we be embarrassed? What's more, my uncle is in such a good figure. Such a waste.