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After sending the two of them to the underground parking lot of the community, Yan Junge took out their luggage and said, "Yiyan, will you go to the city bureau tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"okay, see you tomorrow."

Then he drove away in a hurry. Seeing the car disappear, Zhang Yiyan sighed speechlessly.

Pushing his luggage towards the elevator, Zhang Yiyan asked doubtfully, "Uncle, why can't I see who Yan Junge's true love is?"

Zhang Tianming paused and looked at him, "Did you just try it?"

"Ah."

Zhang Tianming thought about it until he entered the house, and then he said leisurely, "It's just a few situations."

"One, he doesn't have a good relationship."

"Two, his cultivation level is higher than yours."

"Third, the person he is destined to have a higher level of cultivation than you."

"Four, his perfect match is you."

Zhang Yiyan sat on the sofa, tilted his head and thought for a while, "Excluding two and four, I think three is the most likely."

Zhang Tianming sorted the clothes and daily necessities in the suitcase.

"I think Yi is more likely. He is 32 this year. If his girlfriend wants to break up, it will be difficult to find her."

"Although he is in good condition, he is so busy at work and the risk factor is high. In addition to digesting it in the same system, he can only rely on blind dates."

"But someone as arrogant as him would probably not be interested in a blind date."

Zhang Yiyan calculated it again, but still couldn't figure it out. He stood up, stretched out, and helped put it away together.

When Yan Junge drove home, it was already 12 o'clock. It turned out that Song Qing was still awake and watching an anatomy documentary. Seeing him come in, he said lightly, "Are you done?"

"Ah, yes." He took off his muddy shoes, shook the water droplets off his head, and took out a small bouquet of roses from his back.

He handed it forward like a treasure, "Here, give it to you, do you like it?"

Compared to roses, she preferred platycodon, but she still happily took it, lowered her head and smelled it, "I like it, thank you."

"As long as you like it, I'll take a shower."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and put it on the coffee table to charge. He threw his clothes into the laundry basket on the balcony and went directly to the indoor bathroom.

Song Qing sighed silently, put the roses on the big table, and turned to clean up the messy entrance.

The leather shoes were full of mud and water, and so was the ground. He sighed, knelt down and cleaned them up, then went to the balcony to get the dirty clothes just now, ready to turn them over and put them in the washing machine.

Suddenly, a vague aroma penetrated into the nose, and a string in my head seemed to be broken.

I rummaged through the clothes and looked at the collar several times. No lipstick marks? Could it be that I am overthinking it?

But Yan Junge never uses perfume. Because of work needs, she rarely uses it, and she doesn't put car perfume in the car.

Wait, in the car? ?

Throwing away his clothes, he immediately picked up his phone to check the car's driving trajectory.

This is Yan Junge's car, but she doesn't care so much now. She checks the locator, driving track, and enters the password. She tried her birthday first, but the password was wrong.

My heart seemed to have sunk to the bottom. I took a deep breath and entered Yan Junge's birthday. The password was correct.

Phew~~~ I breathed a sigh of relief.

Check today's itinerary, city bureau, prison, time is adjusted to 7pm.

Home, the airport, the famous city of Tianshui, the flower shop across the street, home.

Should she be lucky that Yan Junge only stayed in Tianshui Mingdu for 10 minutes?

He hurried out just to pick someone up at the airport? Who was picked up? Want to check his cell phone?

His gaze shifted to the coffee table, as if he could see a hole in it.

At this time, Yan Junge came out wiping his hair and said with a smile, "It's very late. Let's watch the documentary tomorrow."

Song Qing turned off the screen of his phone and didn't look at him. He sat upright and said with a slight smile, "You go to sleep first. I want to finish reading this."

The hand wiping her hair paused, thinking of Zhang Yiyan's words, she should be more considerate. He came over and sat next to her, not missing her momentary stiffness, and put his arm around her shoulders.

He gently shook her shoulders and acted coquettishly, "Honey, stop looking and look at me."

Song Qing clenched the hand on his side tightly, his knuckles turned white, and tried to hold back, "Sorry, you should go to sleep first, my menstrual period is here."

",,,"

I clearly remember that there are still seven or eight days to come. Could it be that I remembered it wrong, or...

Damn it, damn it, Zhang Yiyan couldn't really have said it right, what should I do now?

Do you want to ask her if she is making excuses? In case it's too late, we'd better take care of her health first.

"Well, I'll go to sleep first, don't look at it for too long."

After thinking about it, I went to the kitchen to make a cup of brown sugar water, then found some painkillers and brought them over. "If it's too uncomfortable, just take the medicine. Don't carry it."

"Well, thank you."

",,,"

Yan Junge entered the bedroom with a grimace. He couldn't sleep at all. What should he do to make her not so cold?

The key is that he doesn't even know what he did wrong now, how can he correct it?

He sat up suddenly and said, "By the way, Zhang Yiyan, I must ask him tomorrow if he has any solution."

Song Qing in the living room,

Looking at the brown sugar water and painkillers in front of me, I felt powerless all over my body for a moment. In the past, Yan Junge basically didn't know that he had dysmenorrhea. There was only one time when the pain was too much, so he poured himself hot water and took painkillers.

Now for what? Guilt? compensate?

He quietly walked into the bathroom and checked the clothes he had changed. Except for the faint fragrance, there was nothing unusual.

Early the next morning, the two of them got up a little late and didn't have time to have breakfast at home. They got into the car hungry and had their own thoughts, and there was not much communication throughout the process.

Yan Junge was thinking about how to make her unable to leave him, while Song Qing was thinking about who lived in Tianshui Mingdu.

When they arrived at the city bureau, Song Qing went directly to the office. Yan Junge sighed silently and went to a nearby convenience store to buy a milk sandwich.

He sent it over in a hurry, but Song Qing just nodded coldly, "Thank you."

He sighed again and walked back, thinking that he might as well go back and ask what was wrong, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do his work well that day, and the longer he procrastinated, the easier it would be for problems to arise.

In less than a minute, Song Qing left the office without the cup, probably to make coffee.

When he turned around and was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of the breakfast he had brought in the trash can.

The whole person felt like he was in an ice cellar. For a moment, his brain didn't know how to think. He almost fled to the bathroom. He was afraid that Song Qing would come back to break up in the next second.

I grabbed a handful of cold water and washed my face vigorously. The cold water in late autumn was freezing, and I calmed down. I wiped it with two pieces of paper, adjusted my breathing, and walked to the conference room.

At this time, Zhang Yiyan had already arrived, sitting and reading yesterday's report letter.

Yan Junge pinched himself hard, work, work, and stay calm.

"Yiyan, take a look at this case and let me tell you the situation."

Then he briefly explained the matter, and then connected to Wang Tao from the Shilin Town Forbidden Station, "Wang Station, please tell me the results of your search."

Wang Tao nodded at the other end of the video, "Okay, yesterday not only our prison, but also the surrounding areas, organized 45 people and three search and rescue dogs to search the mountain."

"We worked for more than 10 hours, but no body was found."

Everyone was a little bit sad, this is almost a search for mountains, isn't it? ? ?

Huang Yong also shared the situation he found, "It's the same here. I worked with the local household registration office and couldn't find any of these three people."

"The possibility of misremembering the name cannot be ruled out."

Le Sheng raised his hand and said, "Captain Yan, since it was reported by a prisoner, is it possible that it was written deliberately to reduce the sentence? If you have any dates, hit a pole, just in case you get hit."

This view is supported by many people, and the whistleblower himself heard about it, so its credibility is very low.

Yan Junge looked at the people who were still discussing, but Zhang Yiyan was silent and said,

"Yiyan, do you have any ideas?"